a/n: well well well, six reviews! Thank you thank you:

Remo Con: lol!there is still plenty more!

Son Ange: I understand completely! But you must love them still :big group hug w/ you, me, Erik, and Raoul:

cherioxxx: really. thank you!

Kytten: I kinda sent you something already about that... but thanks for reviewing! I hope you keep it up.

wolfegurl006: stupid policemen indeed! lol, go Mme Giry! oh, and pants (and this, might I add for you people that don't know, is an inside joke along with: wormtail and rats)

inkie pinkie: suspense broken... for now.

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We stop a good way down the winding maze and he turns to me, "Are you sure you are alright?"

I look at my wrist and see a deep purple bruise forming in a ring around it. I try to lightly touch it, but gasp as I feel pain sear through it.

"It's broken," I don't need a doctor to tell me such a thing, I have had to heal enough wounds on my own to know.

He looks at me with concern filling every feature, "I'll see if Madame Giry can help you later."

I shake my head, "She'll be coming down later any ways, both to give me my groceries and to scold me, I'm sure. I'll ask her to look at it then."

"I thought you said it was nothing serious," he takes me into his arms, embracing me.

"It isn't serious. I have had much worse," I answer.

He nods, dropping the discussion, but he walks warily with me, not believing me.

When we get back to the main room Madame Giry is already waiting.

I look at her, "How much do I owe you?" I try to sound as if it's any other day.

She sighs and shakes her head at me, "Why, Erik?"

I put my left hand on my hip, "Why what?"

"Why did you have to go and yell that?" she moves to me.

I laugh in utter disbelief; "Did you hear what she was saying first?"

Raoul laughs, "Everyone did!" I'm glad someone is on my side.

"Raoul, stay out of this," Madame Giry scolds him.

I step between them; "He doesn't have to if he doesn't want to."

She looks down and sees my wrist, which I move behind my back. I move it just a little too late though, "What happened?"

I bring my wrist back out and stare at it, "I fell."

"A fall does not bruise a wrist that way," what does she think I was doing?

Raoul steps forward, "I caught him. If I hadn't he would have fallen from up in Box 5."

Madame Giry looks at him, then me, "I'm sorry, I accused you of a crime too fast."

"What did you think I had done?" it's a fair question.

She drops silent and I realize the conversation is over.

She takes my wrist gently in her hand, but still hard enough to send a shock of pain rocketing up my arm.

"It's broken," she comments.

"You think?" I shoot before thinking. She gives me a stern look, "Sorry, Madame."

She moves to whisper something to Raoul and he moves behind me. I feel that wall of heat build up again, as his hands guide me to a seat. He places me between his legs and I look back to Madame Giry.

"Erik," Madame turns her attention to me, "it needs to be popped back into place."

I nod, knowing now why she had Raoul move behind me. I feel Raoul's arms wrap around my waist and chest and I lean back into his embrace. He knows that this will hurt and is just as nervous as me.

"It's better if you…" Madame Giry starts.

"Don't watch," I finish for her, "I know."

I feel Raoul's hand move from my waist to my forehead, turning my face so that I can't look at my wrist and pressing my face into his chest.

Raoul starts to whisper to me, "So, what is it between you and Carlotta?"

"What?" why would he ask something like that at a time like this?

"It's simple, why do you hate Carlotta," he grins.

"It's simple, she's a b—ah!" I cry out as Madame Giry takes my moment of distraction to push the bone back into place.

Tears start to stream from my eyes before I can stop them. He hushes me as I cry and Madame Giry kneels down beside me, starting to use some bandages from God knows where to tie up my wrist. Her touching it only causes more pain and when she finishes I turn so I'm completely in Raoul's embrace.

He places my head on his chest, "It's alright, my angel, everything's alright now. It's all over, it's all over."

His words can't stop the tears that are falling without my permission. He understands and rocks me gently, still hushing me.

The he does something unexpected, he sings, "No more talk of darkness, forget these wide-eyed fears. I'm here, nothing can harm you, my words will warm and calm you. Let me be your freedom, let nighttime dry your tears. I'm here, with you, beside you. To guard you and to guide you."

I find my voice through the last of the tears; "You changed the words."

He smiles his brightest smile ever, "Only a little."

I look around and see Madame Giry has gone, but she did leave a note by the groceries. I get up and lift the note with my good hand.

Erik,

I leave you in good hands. Just remember to take care of your wrist. To ease the pain I have left you a little something extra with the groceries, free of charge. Good health to both of you.

Mme. Giry

I look inside the grocery bag and see a small vile that I know is a pain killer that she always has with her. It's something that she makes herself, and a small sip will cure pain for hours. I take a sip, feeling the need to rid myself of the fire in my wrist.

Raoul looks at the note and smiles again.

I look at him; "Nothing can dampen your spirits."

"Only your pain," he kisses me, and it seems more effective then the best painkiller around. My world spins and everything else that has happened tonight is forgotten.

I take him in my arms; "I love you."

"I know," he kisses me again.

We both know what the other is thinking, and in silence we move to the bedroom.

Once there I sit on the bed and he pushes me back, pinning my arms down. I don't fight him, and he starts to move his hands under my shirt, trailing kisses from my lips to my neck. Once there he lifts my shirt over my head and trails kisses all the way down my chest and stomach.

I start to move my hands to unbutton his shirt as he busies himself with kissing my neck, nipping at the soft skin and causing me to moan. He purrs my name into my neck and I feel enveloped in a pool of ecstasy.

I finally succeed in pulling his shirt off and I marvel at his well-built body.

I can't help but move my fingers over his chest, feeling every inch of it. I then proceed to run my fingers along his back as he undoes the front of my pants. When he finally gets them off I am delighted to feel my aching flesh freed, and so I help him get his own pants off.

I can feel he is hard, and I tease him a little as I undo the pants, brushing my fingers "accidentally" over him. Every time I do he moans, louder each time.

I finally remove his pants and he instantly starts to move his fingers across my chest, down to my legs, and then he starts to tease me.

I throw my head back in a moan of pleasure, crying out his name, and he starts to lower his hip, flesh on flesh.

He nuzzles my neck and I feel a need to release myself, as I'm sure he does as well.

He enters me, a little rough, but then starts to move in a rhythm and I can't help but cry out his name as he cries out mine.

He finally moves toward climax and beyond, releasing himself as I do and then collapsing next to me on the bed.

The only sound at first is deep breathing from both of us as we pant in delight.

I kiss him on the lips and he whispers to me, "Pleasant dreams, Erik."

I kiss him again and then respond, "You too, my angel."

We fall asleep in each other's arms, the warm silence of the catacombs surrounding and protecting us from everything else.

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