Chapter three of 'Things Too Big to Fit Through a Mirror'. I think, at one point, I'm adding myself into this just for fun, as, of course, the almighty authoress with awesome powers. Hah, well, I own nothing, except the Phantom himself. Yes, he is my slave…errm, I mean, friend. Yeah, friend.

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The terrified horde of ballet rats worked harder, trying to shove the huge organ into the dressing room with the utmost amount of force without pulling a muscle.

The Dread Pirate Erik watched in amusement. He really wanted some kind of whip right about now.

"Faster, little slaves!" he cackled slightly, pointing a gloved finger at the ballerinas.

"We're trying our best, monsieur" a small, chestnut haired one piped up sharply.

"Arrgh, unless you want to die, I suggest you quiet yourself" he smirked.

Everyone shut up, that very instant.

Meanwhile, back with Meg Giry

Still in a deep sleep, Meg Giry snored louder and louder. She grumbled something as she felt someone shaking her.

"Meg, Meg, wake up! The angel's here!" Christine Daae cried excitedly.

Yes, and I'm sure he had come to bring them all lollipops and money, too.

"Wake me in the morning" the blonde growled, turning over.

"Come on, Meg!" she thought for a moment, feeling a few of her brain cells explode in doing so "the angel is your papa!"

"Long lost, non existent papa?" she exclaimed excitedly, shooting up from her slumber.

The little Daae felt very satisfied with herself.

"Yes, that he is" Christine attempted to push excitement into her voice.

"Yaay!" the small ballerina leaped to her feet and sped off to find her 'long lost, non existent papa'.

Blink blink blink went the Christine Daae.

"I think she believed me" she said quietly in confusion. She shrugged and walked off, muttering "I need a nap"

Meg ran quickly to the dressing room and a look of happiness spread upon her face almost instantaneously.

"Long lost, non existent papa!" she exclaimed brightly, and latched onto the Phantom's leg tightly, her cheek slammed against it with a look of pure affection on her face.

"Umm…I'm not your-"

"I love you, long lost, non existent papa who now exists and is no longer lost" she cooed, hugging his leg tighter and tighter.

"Oww, kindly release my leg, small, blonde ballerina" he snapped, trying to shake her off. It was no use, she had him in a death grip.

"Mew" she said simply, hugging ever the tighter.

'I think, if she does not release me, I'm going to have to get that limb amputated' he thought sarcastically, distastefully glaring at the little girl on his leg.

"I will kill you!" he snapped, a vein in his forehead beginning to pop. She just smiled even wider each moment.

Christine wearily stumbled in, holding her stuffed kitty like an overprotective kangaroo to its' baby.

"Having fun, angel?" she asked genuinely.

"Ohh yes, this is vastly enjoyable. There's a child on me, I have three more hours to get everything down there so I can seduce you and I'm wearing an eye patch! My life is complete now!" he yelled, turning red.

She nodded and said simply, "fun"

The vein in his forehead began to pop all the more with every passing second. His teeth clenched, grinding together.

"I love you, long lo-"

"SHUT UP!" he snapped, shaking his leg in the air. She simply gripped tighter and hung in the air as he attempted to free himself, "I cannot feel my leg"

"I love you-"

"I KNOW!" he growled sharply.

The vein in his neck began to pop as well, threatening to burst if pushed any further.

"I don't think she wants to get off, angel" Christine stated blankly. Bravissima, queen of the obvious!

"I am well aware of that, smaller and easily distracted brunette, but this is quite painful and very numbing….can't someone else be your papa?" he asked desperately.

"I love you, long lost, non existent papa who is no longer lost and now exists" she smiled broadly and squeezed harder, rubbing her cheek ever the more affectionately against his leg.

He just sighed. The ballerinas kept trying to get the organ into the room. Madame Giry stared. Christine examined her stuffed baby- I mean cat. Meg held tighter and tighter to her new papa.

The vein in his forehead seemed as if he would soon be the victim of an aneurism.

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Next chapter will be longer, I promise! It's not anywhere near done, ladies and gents, so don't expect it to be done quickly. Well, anyways, review and I hope you're liking it so far. My poor Erik, Meg's never going to detach from his leg. She needs to die, only I can cling to him. :Sigh: Review.