A/N: Hello everyone, and thanks again for reading and reviewing! As promised, a new chapter is ready to read. Review please; reviews are oxygen! And Sandy and Ava are married after all::maniacal laughter:

Disclaimer: If I owned it, I'd be writing better stories for it. And the title, as well as a quote, is from Phantom of the Opera, which isn't mine either.

Chapter Two- Once Again, She Is His

She awoke in a small room. She was lying on a couch, with a blanket over her and a small shaft of sunlight coming onto her face and casting a silhouette onto her cheek. As Tammy lifted herself up, a great pain rang through her head and into the narrowest crevices of her body. Her memories of the night before rushed back… Oh, God, she thought. I came here and got drunk. I must have passed out… She slumped back onto the pillows, closing her eyes. Good thing, too, she thought as she heard the door creak open. She decided to feign sleep. Perhaps she could identify her captor. Her body tensed up as a cool hand lightly brushed her cheek. "Tammy?" the mysterious person said. At the first syllable of her name, she knew who had put her here. Jonathan.

His hand still rested upon her cheek, and a lone finger traced her lips. As she continued 'sleeping,' Tammy tried to keep the most sensual thoughts out of her head. Stupid, stupid me! He knows it's me! Great job, Tammy. You want to get drunk for no good reason, and when you do, you choose the worst disguise. A wig, a fedora, and a heavy coat. Nice. She stopped mentally chiding herself as a drop of something splashed onto her nose. Another, this one on her cheek. And one on her forehead. Ever so quietly, she heard the gentlest sobbing, and her heart ached so much it felt that it would burst. He's crying for me… And she felt as though she would weep herself. She stirred slightly and opened her eyes, thinking, Play dumb, play dumb… When she first saw his face, she gasped. All the sadness of the world seemed to be present in his eyes. As soon as Jonathan saw that Tammy was looking at him, he turned away from her, hastily wiping his eyes.

"Hi," he said quietly.

"Hello," she murmured, just as much, if not more, quietly than him.

He looked at her again, his red-rimmed eyes imprinted in her memory. "So, um… you got pretty drunk last night… Do you remember anything?"

"I remember you telling me that I couldn't hold my alcohol well." she said, laughing half- heartedly and stopping when she looked at him.

"You feel okay?" he asked.

"Um… yeah. Fine." she said quietly.

He whispered, "Well, I guess you can go then."

She shot up in surprise. "What?"

"Go on," he said painfully. "Go home. To Sandy…"

Sandy. She honestly wished that she had never remembered Sandy, who was probably worried sick about her right now.

Pausing, perhaps for dramatic effect, she said, "Do you really want me to go?"

He turned quickly, staring into her face. "How can you ask me something like that?" he roared. "I spilled my guts to you last night. You got drunk after a few shots of vodka and passed out. I carried you in my arms, and it was the only time I touched you that you didn't flinch since you found out who I was. You love Sandy. I get that. Now go."

When she didn't move, he collapsed, burying his face in his hands and screaming, "Go now! Go now, and leave me!" The sobs wracked his body, and his back heaved with the weight of the world.

She stood slowly due to her throbbing headache, and walked to where he lay. "Jonathan?" she queried in a loving tone. "Will you… will you let me stay?"

"You want to stay?" he said, lifting his head slightly.

She gulped. "I'll stay here, until you don't need me anymore… You said that I could save you. I'll do just that."