This is a weird one shot that was made due to either my odd wit returning, or head trauma after bashing into a friend during a boring class., Long story short, her head was falling toward her desk, mine falling back from my desk and we had ourselves a nice little collision with our skulls. So, later on after I created a little doll on my computer of Erik and Christine, I stated that she had found some brains and made the right choice. My dear twin asked me if she would have been at least smart enough to put it in, and this little piece came out it.
It was an evening winter day like any other, Christine was humming no particular tune to herself while Erik worked on his next brilliant composition, when all of a sudden Christine let out a small squeal and ran to Erik.
"Erik! what is that pinkish thing over there?"
Erik looked to where she was pointing and found her discovery to be rather interesting. How could something like that just end up in his lair in perfect condition?
"Why that's... it's a brain."
Christine made a squeal even louder than her first, much to the dismay of Erik's sensitive hearing.
"Ooh! Should I give it a treat? Do you think it would like a biscuit?" And without any answer she ran to the cupboard and took out a box of crackers, then she gingerly walked up and held one out to the creature.
Erik made a small groan and lifted slowly from his bench. Bending down to get a better look at the brain, he figured it must have come from the torture chamber, perhaps one of his victims skulls had cracked and it had stayed fresh from the coolness of the lake.
A sudden idea occurred to Erik.
"Christine, how about you go lie down for a bit, I'm certain you'll feel MUCH better after a nap."
"AW! But Erik! I want to pet it!" she said while now holding three crackers inches away from it.
Erik not wanting his only hope to be destroyed by crumbs he swiftly picked Christine up and carried her to the bed.
"I promise you if you take a nap I'll make sure you and the...um, creature are never parted again, does that sound all right to you?"
She giggled and made more squeals.
"Ok, you promise I'll always have it?" she asked even though she had already agreed.
"Believe me, my dear, I would prefer it no other way..."
A few hours later Christine awoke with a small yawn, she opened her eyes very slothlike to find Erik staring at her very intently.
"Feeling all right, my dear?" he asked as he kneeled down on the floor to be closer to her face, examining her every reaction.
'please say it worked' he silently prayed to himself.
"I feel fine, I have a slight headache though, would you happen to have any medication?" she asked while looking at him a bit groggily.
"I'm not sure, I can go check..."
Well, her speech seems a bit better structured, at least.
"Or, oh! What about that book of yours on herbs and such? Perhaps we could find a bit more natural remedy to cure this small pounding in my head, I'm certain one of the plants in the opera house would make a wonderful concoction, though I doubt it will taste at all delectable. Alas, we can make the most delicious things in the world, but when it comes to sweetening cures for sickness, we are powerless."
Erik gawked at her.
"What is wrong my dearest Erik, are you feeling a bit ill as well?" She said with a look of concern on her face.
"No, no, it's just... I... Will you be wanting to go back to your friends and.. your lovely little vicompte once you are better?" he said with a sneer.
"Erik, why would you question me like that, my only lovely little anything is you." And with that she pulled herself from the bed and grabbed Erik, bringing her mouth to meet his.
Erik could do nothing but blink as tears filled his eyes. Christine cupped his left cheek for a moment then brought her other hand up to his mask,
"You do not need this either..." She said while peeling the mask away and flinging it onto the bed, capturing his lips once again with hers.
She let go of him finally to look deeply into his eyes.
"Now if you would kindly tell me Erik, when might these stitches be removed?"
Thus our fair maiden became one of the most intelligent opera singers of her time, Erik performed the first brain surgery, and Raoul spent years upon years trying to figure out who O.G. was only to end up passing away from working his mind too hard.
So, am I mad? Probably. Was it funny? I hope so, certainly amused me in my boredom. Will you review? I can't answer that one but I will hope with all my Phantom might that it's a yes. I think this turned out to be somehow oddly romantic, would you agree?