Note: I want to give credit to my muse, Marie Carlson, also the co-author of Lord of the Mood Rings. The plot is, of course, mine, but she helped me a little with the wording and gruesome descriptiveness.

Disclaimer: I do not own POTO, I do not own Erik, but I do however own this plot and the unnamed female character.

Erik tried to pick the mysterious woman up and place her back on the bed, but she swatted him away.

"I can do it myself!" she grumbled testily. She tried to claw her way onto the bed, but with no avail.

Finally Erik, who wasn't known for his patience, simply swooped her up and set her down with surprising gentleness on the soft bed. She glared up at him, once again.

"Let me see your leg," he demanded, tiring of her antics.

"What leg?" she said innocently, concealing it underneath her skirt (yes, she still had her skirt).

"The one attached to your body!" he said with growing anger.

"What body?" she said again, this time just to get on his nerves.

Erik started to fume, but calmed himself and tried to figure out how he was going to do this without her consent.

He reached down to lift up her skirt enough to fix her leg, but she tried to smack him. This move was anticipated by him, however, and he quickly caught her hand.

"Were you intending to hit me? Because you've already broken my nose, I don't think you can do any more damage." He was a little amused by her fire, vexing thought it was.

"I can crack your skull open," she countered menacingly.

Erik scoffed at this remark. "I'd like to see you try."

This made the girl become very indignant. "Well I'll have you know that I…"

Erik simply clapped his large hand over her mouth. He thought this an easy solution to this girl's quick mouth. Of course he forgot that there were teeth in that mouth- she promptly bit him…hard.

"You little viper!" he shouted, sucking on his hand gingerly.

"Suck it up! I have a broken leg that still needs to be set and you're whining about your hand!" She rolled her eyes.

"Well, you bit me!" he said. "I might never be able to set that pesky leg of yours because of this." He realized he was being a bit dramatic, but she bit his hand! He played his organ with his hand.

"Knowing you, I'll set your leg and then you'll kick me!" He grumbled more things under his breath, having been put in a very bad mood by this unusual, not to mention pain-inflicting girl.

The girl sighed. "Fine, but if you set my leg you have to let me set your nose." She suddenly got a very evil look in her eye.

Erik took a step backward, still not sure what to do with the situation and this girl who was obviously the spawn of Satan.

But, since her leg really did need to be set and its not like he could take her to a doctor, he slowly moved forward, cautious of her somewhat quick (or should we say 'spastic'?) movements. It finally seemed as if she was going to let him work with her so he sat down at the foot of the bed.

He removed one of his gloves and handed it to her, motioning for her to put it in her mouth so she didn't bite her tongue. Erik could do without more blood. He was never too fond of it, which is why he liked his Punjab Lasso.

The girl, however, looked at the leather glove distastefully. "You don't really expect me to put this in my mouth? It's sweaty!"

"You've already bit it once, so I would think you wouldn't mind. Besides would you rather have a severed tongue?" Erik thought he made a good point.

She relented and swiftly placed it in her mouth, but not without a cold stare in Erik's direction. He'd been getting a lot of those lately.

Erik still blushed when he had to touch her bare leg (she had a dislike for bunched up stockings, she told him). He got his hands in position to set her leg.

"This might hurt," he said, warning her of what was to come.

"Mo mway," she said, her words muffled by the thick leather glove.

With a quick twist, along with a loud crack, the leg was put back into place, but not without a muffled scream from the girl. He could tell that she bit down very hard on the glove, and her eyes watered a bit, though she tried not to show it.

After she had caught her breath and allowed herself some time to compose herself (after all, she had just had her broken leg set and that's got to hurt), she wanted her revenge.

"Time to set your nose," she said. She still winced when she moved her leg, but she would not allow herself to cry.

Erik pulled away when she moved toward him. He clutched his bruised nose protectively, giving her a look that said, 'stay away!'

"We had a deal," she insisted, staring him down.

Erik seemed unfazed and unmoving.

"You have to take off that mask of yours." She looked at him expectantly. She had been rather curious as to what was underneath it and why it only covered half his face.

He pulled away. "No, not my mask."

She thought he was acting a bit childish. "Come now…" she said waiting for him to relent.

He didn't seem to be showing any signs of giving up. She realized that he was as stubborn as she was.

"Fine." She said. She reached for his nose, but instead of snapping it back into place (though it was tempting) she ripped off his mask, holding it triumphantly out of his reach.

Erik instinctively waited for her to scream out in terror at the sight of him. Nothing came. He was puzzled so he said, "Wait, shouldn't you be screaming and recoiling back in fear?" This was the normal reaction.

The young woman didn't understand this comment. "Why? I've seen worse." She took this opportunity to quickly punch him in the face…again…knocking him flat onto the floor.

Erik was taken completely by surprise since he hadn't expected to suddenly find himself flying over the edge of the bed and flopping onto the floor. He grabbed his nose.

"Ah, my nose! My nose, its…" He felt his nose. "Its…fine." His nose was back to being straight again, although he couldn't say it felt all that great.

Still feeling his nose, making his voice come out sounding a bit clogged, he asked, "So, got a nameb?"

She responded, a little hesitantly, "Angel."

He dropped his hands from his swollen nose. "Is that like a pet name from a…ahem…husband or, uh, boyfriend?" he asked awkwardly.

She found this comment strange. "No. What's your nameb?" she asked, imitating his voice mockingly.

"Erik," he responded.

"Well, Erik, it's nice to meet you," she said, extending a hand.

"You're not going to smack or anything again, are you?" He looked at her hand cautiously.

She shrugged. "Not unless you break up with me or something." She got that same smirk on her face.

Erik was comfuddled by this. "Are we even together?"

Author's note: LOL, that was funny. R&R.