A/N: Hello my readers! I am updating... Once more! –insert weird music here- XD I am forever doing that. :D Well another installment of Rachel, and today, -gasp- Christine pulls off Erik's mask.

-GASP-

Naughty.

What kind of Phan is she, anyways?

I have a Broadway music channel, and this song, 'Artificial Flowers,' was on, but then I looked at the guy who sang it, and it was Patrick Wilson. I was like, '-SQUEAL!- PATRICK WILSON!' My sister looked at me like I was crazy.

Then I turned it down because Raoul annoys me, even if it wasn't... Raoul.

The Daftness of Mademoiselle Daae

Rachel sighed exasperatedly and slammed her fist down on her keyboard. She didn't know what use it was to use her computer if it didn't have internet, and she barely play her music without worrying what Erik would say about all the Phantom of the Opera songs on it, and she couldn't really use the computer at all without him saying anything.

She looked up, supposedly to the heavens, and yelled,

"Why do you do this to me? I WANT MY INTERNET!"

So she was sure surprised when a clap of thunder replied to her. A maniacal laugh greeted her.

"I am your all-powerful genie!"

Rachel, never had been greeted by anything like this, was to say, scared out of her wits.

"Why can't I see you, then?"

"Don't ask questions!" the voice snapped, "Do you want internet or not? You get three wishes, so, would you like to use this wish?"

Rachel answered right away.

"Yes!"

"Your wish is granted."

Sure enough, she had internet, and messenger, but before she could access it, she heard a voice singing outside her doorway; Erik must've arrived with Christine!

She ran to her door and pressed her ear against it, so she wouldn't be seen. Sure enough, Erik was singing Music of the Night. She listened, almost entranced to his voice, not knowing that he stopped.

Footsteps came towards her door, and before she could move back, it was pulled open, making Rachel sprawl on the floor.

"You know, you don't have to bow down to me," Erik said in an amused tone.

Rachel jumped up rubbing her head and glaring.

"Ha, yeah. So how'd it go?"

"You were listening, were you not?" Rachel blushed, confirming his suspicions.

"Then you should know," he finished. He made for the door, but Rachel stopped him.

"Watch a movie with me!" Rachel said, clinging to his arm.

"Watch a –what?"

Rachel paused, forgetting that Erik wouldn't have known what a movie was. Biting her lip she tried to explain it, "It's like a picture... except it moves," she said.

"Nonsense, there is no such thing," Erik waved off the idea.

"Please?" She gazed up at him and gave him puppy dog eyes. Erik sighed, and rolled his eyes upward, like the last thing he would want to do is hang around with a teenager, watching something that he has never heard of in his life.

But that's the way the boat floats.

xxx

One Pirate of the Caribbean, and two Harry Potters later, Erik and Rachel decided that it was time to go to sleep, but not before Rachel got in some say about her nightclothes.

"Erik?" she said in a false timid voice that Erik saw through right away, "Must I – really wear these pajamas?" Looking down at her nightclothes, she wrinkled her nose, (One of the traits Erik learnt over the three days they've spent together, that she did when she didn't like something,) and said,

"It's just, these are so… frilly." It was true, the night dress was moonlit white, and swept down to her feet, just touching the floor, with a frilly long-sleeved rope over it, with a long bow in the back, to fasten it by. It was, in her idea, something that was barely considered pajamas, if not a wedding dress.

"Do you wish to go to bed naked?"

Rachel shook her head and grinned impishly.

"Not particularly. Which brings me to another point," she drew herself up straightly, "Why, do you always win my arguments?"

Erik raised and eyebrow, "Because I am gifted," he said smugly.

Rachel tried to raise an eyebrow but failed immensely. "Or, because you're just special like that."

She strode over to him, pinched his cheek, and pushed him out of her room.

"I'm tired, goodnight!" She listened, and was greeted with a muffled goodnight in return. She walked over to her bed and pulled upon the covers, and slid into it. Snuggling in, she realized how lucky she was to be here, even if she was homesick, and how lucky she was to get on with Erik so well.

So humming to Music of the Night softly, she fell asleep.

xxx

'Damn you! You little prying Pandora… is this what you wanted to see?'

Rachel awoke with a start, and looked around. Rubbing her head, she got out of bed, and put on her rope, tying it in the back. Running to her door, she peeked out, and saw Erik sitting on his organ bench with his head in his hands, and Christine was sprawled on the floor.

"Oh, Erik," she walked over to her distraught friend, "she pulled off your mask, didn't she?"

"Why? Why did she have to? Are all women so curious, that they must know everything?" he asked.

"Not most women, but some are," Rachel smirked.

Erik looked up at her, "Can you please take care of Christine for now?" he asked.

"Without killing her? I don't know…" Rachel bit her lip, pretending to decide, but then looked at Erik's thunderstruck face, "I'm kidding!" she said hurriedly.

She quickly ran over to Christine, helped her up, and literally dragged her by her arm into Rachel's room.

Shutting the door behind her, Rachel glared at Christine, and started walking toward her. She took one step forward.

Christine took one step backward.

"Well, I can see where this is going," she said, as she sat on her bed, which, by the way, was not made, and the blankets were thrown across the bed.

"You really shouldn't have torn his mask off," she said bitterly, shooting a glare at Christine, who sighed, with an exasperated on her face.

"I realize that, but didn't you see his face, it's so... deformed!" she shuddered.

The younger girl peered at her, and shook her head incredulously.

"You really are as daft as they all say!"

"Pardon?" Christine threw a hand to her heart, and gaped at Rachel, as if she dared insult her.

"His face isn't bad, it just looks like he got in a fire, or maybe it was a birth defect," Rachel pondered; now going red in the face.

"I mean, I can't believe I stuck up for you, ugh! If I would've known that you were so narrow-minded, Christine, I would have never –" she stopped suddenly, afraid that she was going to reveal something about the future.

"Never would have what?" Christine smirked, for she thought that Rachel had just thrown out some dirty laundry about herself.

"Never mind, it doesn't matter," she muttered.

"Well, you are supposed to look after me, and I really like this room," Christine looked around Rachel's room, "I mean, my bed is so small, and out in the open, I would much rather have a room, and I think The Phantom would agree, don't you think?" she looked at Rachel with an innocent face.

Rachel narrowed her eyes and ran her hand threw her hair, once again. She did agree that Erik would do anything for Christine

But that did not mean that she would sink so low as giving Christine anything she wanted.

Not it did NOT.

At all.

So there.

xxx

Grumbling as she climbed into the swan bed, she opened her computer. Erik wasn't around, so it wasn't as if he would walk in on her. She quickly opened her messenger, and Lily was on.

xoxLily: Rachel? Is that really you?

MasqueraderRach: Um... yes.

xoxLily: Where are you? I don't remember anything except for you falling, you brought me down with you!

MasqueraderRach: You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

xoxLily: try me.

MasqueraderRach: crap, he's back, I g2g. Byeeexx

She quickly signed off, afraid that Lily would ask questions. (Though it was cool that she could still access future friends!)

Erik came stumbling in, and looked around wildly, before stumbling around some more.

Rachel rubbed her eyes and peered at Erik,

"Erik, are you drunk?" she asked. He paused and looked around to see where the voice came from.

"Nooo..." he paused, "Yessss..." he slurred.

"Erik!" she put her hands on her hips, "Drinking is not the answer, not to anything, and when you're sober, you and I are going to have a talk, young man!"

"But I don't want one!" he whined, sounding as if he was five years old. Rachel cast an amused glance at him,

"Come on, you're going to bed," she grabbed his arm and led him to his room, him complaining the whole time.

She made him get in his coffin, and took off his mask.

"Now, if I hear a peep out of you..." She warned.

He quickly shut his eyes. As she made her way out of his room, she heard him mutter, "G'night Rachel, I love you."

A smile tugged at her lips, and replied, "'Night Erik, I love you, too."

xxx

Ok, just to clear this, this is NOT an Erik/OC story, because obviously, Rachel is much too young to have a relationship with Erik. He said he loved her for pretty much two reasons: he's starting to trust and love her like a sister, and he was drunk. She said she loved him, because, well, who wouldn't?

Fwee, I finally updated, wow. I started writing this awhile ago.

Thankee very much Reviewers:

Madame Opera Ghost: Ha, yes, it was very fun being Erik. :D

aragornlover: Erik will tamper with technology next chapter. Tee hee.

La Romantique Perdue: Heh, thank you! As you can see, I did continue writing.

kichi hitomi: Hehe, isn't dying as a PhanGirl the best way to go?

Scarlett24: Oh, I could never live with a corset! I luff my yoga pants way too much.

Emily luffs it when she gets reviews, because then it makes her inspired to write, and she likes knowing people read her story! It makes her happy...

Very happy...