A/N: Yes, this is fluffy. Yes, they kiss a lot. Deal with it. I was watching this romantic dance show and one of the couples was doing a remarkably "Point of No Return"-like dance, so I had to write some fluff. Yay for Beverly Vulcan Princess.

Disclaimer: You know the drill. If I forget anymore, refer to the chappy 1 disclaimer.

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"Umm, what happened?" asked Kathleen. The problem was that Christine, Erik, and Raoul were still staring at them. The same Christine, Erik, and Raoul. The lake was malfunctioning.

"I don't know, my love," AU Erik whispered.

"Let's go swimming, then."

"That's why I love you. You can see the bright side of every situation."

Kathleen smiled. "That's why I love you. You can see the dark side of every person."

AU Erik raised an eyebrow. "The dark side?"

Kathleen kissed him, whispering into his lips, "Love, I can't see the bright side of anything. If I could, I'd be with Ponytail over there."

AU Erik broke the kiss, grinning. "Let's go swimming."

Hand in hand, they dove into the deeper part of the lake. They surfaced onto a wholly different scene.

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Christine and Raoul were making love. Erik's corpse lay a few yards away. AU Erik's arm tightened around Kathleen's waist. She had to forcibly turn him away from the scene and drag him back under the water.

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Erik was sitting at his organ with his head on the keys, sobbing. The remains of ropes were clinging to the raised portcullis. The boat was gone, and faint voices echoed from the distance. That fateful line.

Say you'll share with me,

One love, one lifetime.

The voices sounded different, though.

Kathleen whispered, "Let me handle this."

"Promise me you won't kiss him."

"I promise." Kathleen kissed AU Erik quickly, then climbed out of the lake. She touched Erik lightly on the shoulder.

He didn't even look at her. "Go away," he snarled. "She left me, life doesn't matter any more, go away."

"Who? Christine?"

He looked up, meeting her eyes with his own, which were red-rimmed. "Christine? Christine?" he mocked her. "Who cares about Christine? She would have chosen even that fool Buquet over me, she told me herself. Why do you think I killed Piangi? Not to get close to Christine during Don Juan. I could've just hit him over the head with something if that's what I wanted."

"What-" Kathleen started to ask.

"What I wanted," he continued as if he'd never been interrupted, "was to eliminate my competition."

Realization dawned. It was all Kathleen could do not to laugh. "Har- I mean Carlotta? You love Carlotta?"

Erik's eyes glinted angrily. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"It's just," Kathleen said after she could trust herself not to laugh, "I just can't imagine you with that strutting, self-important, pr-person of a diva."

"I loved her. I thought she loved me," he said simply.

"Even after the," and she gave an excellent impression of Carlotta's voice, albeit two octaves lower, "'Poor fool, he makes me laugh, ha ha ha ha CRAAK!' episode?"

Erik stared at Kathleen blankly. After a pause, he said, "Excuse me?"

"The Il Muto incident," she elaborated patiently.

"Excuse me?"

She searched her memory for something. Ah ha! That oh-so-cold Erik had mentioned something. "Or maybe it was Faust? But surely you know the 'craak!' of which I speak."

"There was no 'craak!' in my Opera."

"I hate this world and all the other ones not mine," Kathleen muttered under her breath.

"What was that?"

"Never mind. Work out Harlotta leaving you for yourself." Kathleen spun on her heel and waded back to AU Erik.

"How many of these crazy places are we gonna have to go through?" AU Erik asked.

"Who knows?" Kathleen shrugged. "Try again?"

"Sure."

They ducked back under the water.

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A/N: Yeah, I know, fluff. I don't care.