Her voice had called him from across the centuries; from another country deep below where no light could reach. And for this time his spirit had wandered aimlessly in his tomb that society had given him. He had wandered in this darkness in life and now he still did in death. He refused to leave this world, hoping that he would once again see his beloved. That he would hear her magical voice that would set him free from his prison. And now it had finally happened. She had finally returned to him after all this time; his angel of music.

Christine

Her voice and the choker called out to him like a moth to a flame. And he followed that light to a hotel room where he saw a young girl sitting in front of a mirror brushing her hair. He was completely mesmerized by her beauty and instantly recognized her right away as his angel. But he must not reveal himself to her or at least not yet.

"I wish that my uncle could see me perform as Christine tomorrow night." Lysette whispered as she looked in the mirror fingering the choker. "I just know I'm ready."

"And so you shall my angel."

Lysette turned around upon hearing a voice. "Who….who is that?" She found only darkness around her as she slowly stood and surveyed the room. "Is…is someone here?" She then let out a chuckle. "Lysette, you're just hearing things. I think you're letting this role get to you." Taking off her robe she pulled back the covers on the bed and crawled in resting her head on a pillow. She slowly closed her eyes and drifted off.

A figure appeared at her bedside and leaned its masked face toward her. "Sleep well, my angel for tomorrow night you will give a triumphant performance. And soon…I shall come for you." The figure then disappeared leaving the room vacant once again except for the sleeping figure of Lysette.

Dana Scully walked off the elevator and made her way to the X-Files office. She was walking with a swing in her step and holding a cup of coffee in one hand and a small object in the other. She sauntered into the office where she saw Fox Mulder at his desk reading the morning paper. "Good morning."

Mulder looked up from his paper. "You seem all bright and cheery this morning. Can I ask the occasion? Wait, let me guess, you got a raise?"

"Nope."

"Ok uhhh….Bill got sent to some desert island for a mission and now he's missing? Oh wait, that would be MY good news sorry."

"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that last statement. And because I'm a nice person I won't exclude you from this even though I should after that." She held up two tickets.

"Scully! You got two tickets to Wrestlemania? Oh god, you are a woman after my heart!"

"What is it with men and wrestling?" she asked shaking her head. "No it's not two tickets for wrestling."

"Basketball?"

Scully sighed.

"Baseball?Football?"

"It's not any kind of sport event, Mulder."

"Well, what then? A concert?"

"You're close." She walked up and placed the tickets in his hand.

Mulder studied the tickets. "The Phantom of the Opera? This is hardly a ticket to see The Rolling Stones Scully."

"The tickets you have in your hand are not attainable anywhere, Mulder."

"And I'm supposed to be happy about this because…"

Scully snatched the tickets. "You have absolutely no taste in music do you know that?"

"Scully, come on it's OPERA."

"For your information, it's a musical." She quickly corrected him.

"With singing in it." Mulder added. "Anyway, you can exclude me from this one. It won't hurt my feelings."

"Agent Scully, is there a problem?" Came a voice from the doorway.

Scully turned toward Assistant Director Skinner. "No, Sir."

Mulder wondered just how long Skinner had been standing there. "Uh morning, Sir. Agent Scully was just trying to get me to go to a musical with her. Ha, ha can you believe that?"

"I heard." Skinner answered as he crossed his arms. "Unfortunately Agent Scully didn't have a chance to explain something to you."

"What's that, Sir?"

Skinner walked up to Mulder's desk and leaned toward him. "I'm the one who got those tickets."

Mulder swallowed. "You did?"

"That's right, I did. And I'm requesting that you and Agent Scully attend it."

"You…you are?"

Skinner nodded. "I am."

Mulder gave a chuckle. "Sir, you're kidding me right?"

Skinner gave him a look. "Do I look like I'm kidding, Agent Mulder?"

"Uh, no actually you don't." Mulder cleared his throat. "Sir, I appreciate the offer but…I have some paperwork I need to get down before tomorrow and…"

"Let me rephrase what I said, Agent Mulder. It's not a request it's an ORDER."

"You're…ordering me to go to this performance?"

Skinner smiled. "Now we have an understanding."

"But Sir, what possible reason could you have for this? I mean, it's a musical hardly anything to do with an X-File! Unless of course you count the reasons as to why the lead soprano is so large."

"My niece is in that production, Agent Mulder."

Mulder swallowed again and winced. He would have had to pick something so stupid to say. "Did I say large soprano? I meant large as in voice."

"I didn't know you had a niece, Sir?" Scully asked trying to break the obvious tension even though she was secretly enjoying Mulder practically hanging himself.

"I do, Agent Scully. Her name is Lysette Willoughby and she has been in music ever since I can remember. Being in this show is like a dream come true for her."

"So does she play the lead?" Scully asked.

"Well, actually she's the understudy and plays in the chorus. But I haven't seen her in years so this is my chance. And I would also like her to meet my two best agents."

"Great." Mulder muttered.

"Did you say something, Agent Mulder?"

"I said, great. As in I just can't wait, Sir." Mulder answered with a smile.

"Good. Then I'll see you at the theatre tonight at 7. And don't be late." His cell then interrupted him. "Skinner. Lyssa, hi! No, you didn't catch me at a bad time at all." He covered his receiver. "7 o'clock." He then returned to his cell as he headed out the door. "I look forward to it."

Scully turned to Mulder. "Go ahead and say it."

"Why didn't you tell me that these tickets were from Skinner?"

"Because you didn't give me the chance to explain."

"Scully, we're partners and partners are supposed to help each other."

"That's true but I have to admit I kind of enjoyed watching you…"

"Make a complete ass out of myself?"

Scully smiled. "You said it not me."

Mulder sighed and rubbed his temples. "Oh god."

"I mean saying that the lead soprano was large and finding out that Skinner's niece was in it? Just priceless."

"Thanks a lot." Mulder muttered. "So, what do I wear to this show tonight, anyway?"

"Well you certainly can't come dressed in blue jeans and a t-shirt like at a rock concert. In regards to how you pissed off Skinner, I would advise renting a tux."

"A tux?" Mulder moaned. "Are you kidding? I always feel like I'm wearing a strait jacket when I wear one of those."

"You insulted his niece, Mulder."

"Yeah, yeah ok point taken. A tux it is. What are you wearing?"

"Unlike you, Mulder I've been to a few classy concerts in my lifetime. I already have something suitable to wear."

"Hey, I've been to a few classy events myself before."

"Oh really?" Scully folded her arms. "Like when for instance?"

"Well, at that FBI Banquet dinner."

"You HAD to go to that, it doesn't count. I'm talking about events that you wanted to go to."

"Ok fine, you have me beat there. So I'll pick you up at 6:30?"

"Sounds good. And by the way, don't act so down, Mulder. The show you are going to see is one of the best in the world and is highly acclaimed. You should feel privileged to be able to see it. Lots of people would like to have your ticket you know."

"Yeah, well if it wasn't for my ass being on the line I would gladly let them."

Scully sighed. "I'm just saying give it a chance, Mulder. Maybe you'll surprise yourself and actually like it."

"Maybe."

"I need to go to the forensics lab to inquire about a finding and then to the library to do some research. So, I guess I'll just see you at 6:30?"

"Yeah, yeah 6:30." Mulder grumbled as he watched Scully leave the office. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He had insulted the Assistant Director's niece and now was being dragged to a show in which there were no car wrecks, sports or sex scenes. Oh well, maybe there might be at least a bloody sword fight. He leaned back in his chair and let out a sigh. "Opera." He huffed.