A/N: I tried to make this one a little longer. Hope you enjoy. Thanks for reviewing!

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Erik

Erik's forgotten lunch sat on the desk. He was furiously working on a piece of music. The organ underneath him seemed to call out to him, but he certainly couldn't keep running down in the middle of the day covering himself in dirt and such. He'd cleaned the instrument up, but the path was something he didn't bother with.

The note he hit made his eye twitch. No good. He needed a voice, he just couldn't get this right. After a few more attempts he slammed his fist down on the lid of the piano and growled.

With a great sigh he dropped into the chair behind the desk and bit into his apple. He chewed thoughtfully trying to fix the notes in his head. The chair squeaked when he leaned back to rest his feet atop the desk.

After dropping the apple core in the can, he went back over to the piano. He stretched his arms and cracked his neck and sat back down on the bench. He scatted for a bit then settled on a song he'd just finished. It was about embracing the beauty of the night. His rich baritone resonated beautifully throughout the room. He sang softly, but his voice carried. His eyes slipped closed as he fell into the song. Unconsciously his voice grew louder as he neared the climax of the song.

His lean, long musician's fingers slid easily over the keys. The song was embedded in his mind. He could hear all the background music in his head. The figure slipping into the room didn't even stir him.

Floating, falling,

Sweet intoxication,

Touch me, Trust…

His eyes fluttered open when he felt a warm hand against his bare cheek.

"Don't stop." Christine whispered softly. He started the line over.

Trust me

Savor each sensation.

Let the dream begin,

Let your darker side give in,

To the power of the music that I write,

The power of the music of the night.

You alone can make my song take flight,

Help make the music of the night.

Christine's eyebrows rose as he hit the last note, a high one, and seemed to hold it forever. Erik held her eyes with his own until the last note finally died. He took a deep breath.

"Miss Daae…." He trailed off, folding his hands over the lid of the piano. "Lovely to see you."

"T-that was a-amazing." She finally managed to blurt out. His eyebrow shot up.

"Why thank you."

"Uh…" Still stunned speechless, she shook her head. "Did you write that?" Erik felt his lips twitching, and nodded. Her eyes still had a slight mesmerized look to them. "Do play another."

Erik smiled, a full-blown smile, his first in a long while. Her fingers touched her lips, and his eyes followed. Desire hit him like a load of bricks.

"As you wish."

Think of me,

Think of me fondly

When we've said goodbye.

Remember me,

Once in a while,

Please promise me you'll try.

When you find,

That once again you long

To take your heart back and be free,

If you ever find a moment,

Spare a thought for me.

We never said,

Our love was evergreen,

Or as unchanging as the sea,

But if you can still remember,

Stop and think of me.

Think of all the things we've shared and seen,

Don't think about the way things might have been.

Think of me,

Think of me waking,

Silent and resigned.

Imagine me,

Trying too hard to put you from my mind.

Recall those days,

Look back on all those times,

Think of the things we'll never do.

There will never be a day,

When I won't think of you.

Erik felt himself getting lost in his music again. He hadn't meant to sing this one to her; it just came out all on its own.

Flowers fade,

The fruits of summer fade,

They have their seasons,

So do we.

But please promise me,

That sometimes,

You will think of me!

"That one would sound a bit better on a soprano." Erik spoke softly.

"It was beautiful, Erik." Beautiful? No one had ever said anything about him was beautiful. Not even his music. His face tipped back to look her in the eyes and he gave her a confused smile.

"Thanks again." He glanced down to where his unfinished song sat. A thought came to him. One that would get his song finished and let him hear her voice. "Actually, I've a favor to ask of you."

"Sure, anything." He did his normal quasi-smile at her.

"Great. I've been working on this song, but I really can't seem to get the chord I'm looking for. Could I ask you to sing a few notes for me, just so I could hear how they sound against the music?"

Christine

Christine was walking down the hallway when she heard a heavenly sound. As she approached the open door, the sound grew. She saw the black silk of his hair and his contrasting forehead. As she walked closer, she noticed his eyes were closed, his head moving slightly along with the song. Unconsciously her hand slid over his uncovered cheek when he demanded to be touch. The beautiful turquoise eyes stared back at her.

"Don't stop." She begged.

Trust me,

Savor each sensation….

His speaking voice was something to be heard, but his singing voice was like nothing she'd ever heard before. Almost…angelic. As he finished, she hadn't expected such a high note to escape him.

"Miss Daae." He could give her goose bumps just by speaking her surname. His hands came up, and rested on the piano. She longed to slip hers inside them. "How lovely to see you."

Christine's lips moved as if she wanted to speak, but no words came out. After a long struggle she managed to stutter out, "T-that was a-amazing." His visible brow lifted.

"Why thank you."

"Uh…." She willed herself to say something, anything. "Did you write that?" Smooth. He smirked at her and nodded. She gazed at him, slightly in awe of him. "Do play another." Then he grinned at her. She felt the need to grab onto the piano in case a person's knees actually could go weak just from the sight of another. Her fingers checked her mouth on their own accord for any signs of possible droolage. She was safe, for now.

"As you wish."

He began and she soon discovered it was a love song. It sounded like something you would hear in some sort of tragic love story. His eyes fluttered shut again. Her fingers itched to stroke his face again.

When he turned his attention back onto her again, her mouth was slightly agape.

"That one would sound a bit better on a soprano."

"It was beautiful, Erik." He seemed genuinely confused by that, and glanced down at the keyboard.

"Thanks again." He looked back up his eyes alight. "Actually, I've a favor to ask of you.

"Sure, anything."

"Great. I've been working on this song, but I really can't seem to get the chord I'm looking for. Could I ask you to sing a few notes for me, just so I could hear how they sound against the music?"

Christine felt a dull pain in her chest. Could she sing again? Would it be too painful? Before she could stop herself she agreed.

Erik pushed a sloppily written sheet of music into her hands.

"Shall I warm you up?" She nodded absently gazing over the music in her hand. Don Juan Triumphant was penned at the top. The Point of No Return a bit further down. "Ready Christine?" She inwardly shuddered at the sound of her name rolling off of his tongue.

"Yes." He took her through a few scales, and she found it wasn't as painful as she thought it would be. Her voice easily matched the pitches.

"Perfect. You have the voice of an angel, Christine. Now this song, I wish to use this note here as a start." He penciled the note in. "The words are, 'No thoughts within her head but thoughts of joy. No dreams within her heart but dreams of love'." She sang as he requested. He shook his head. "No, try this." He erased the first note and wrote a second. He started again, only to shake his head again. "That doesn't sound right either."

"Maybe you could try this…." Christine made her own change and handed it back to him. He studied it thoughtfully, and then nodded.

"Let's try it shall we." When her voice hit the note it melded perfectly with his notes. "That's it. Finally. You're truly amazing. My thanks."

"You're welcome."

"I'll never be able to repay you. You're voice, it has a natural beauty to it. With training, it could be…well…perfect. I know I ask too much, but will you indulge me?"

"Okay?"

"I would love to hear Think of Me sung by you. I'll feed you the words, you do what you please with it."

"Uh…okay." She was still in awe of his compliments.

He whispered the words to her, and she sang, doing the song the justice it deserved. When she hit the ending she did a cadenza that took his breath away.

"Bravo. Thank you; thank you so much for that. That's exactly what the song needed."

She grinned at him. "Now I have a favor to ask of you."

"Anything you wish."

"Teach me. Train my voice. I wish to sing again. Please?"

"Nothing would give me more pleasure, Christine." He took her hand in his, and planted a soft kiss on her fingers. Christine's eyes widened. "When shall we begin?"

"Monday? After your classes? If you have the time."

"I would make time for you, my dear." She flushed slightly.

"Okay. Yes. I'll see you Monday then, Erik."

"Have a nice weekend Christine."