Wow, Awesome Lair, Dude!

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Author's Note: I have decided to up the rating to T, just to be safe. SugarPeaches, FFAMasquerade2005, Woodstock1330, PhantomFan13, a big thanks for the reviews. I am glad you are enjoying the story. PF13- the answers to your questions are: yes and yes. Okay, here we go.

Erik entered his home quickly. He had just been consulting with his employees about the new structure they were designing. He had just lost half of his staff, not understanding why they couldn't take a little constructive criticism. It's not like they hadn't been called incompetent, pig headed, spineless weasels before.

He shook his head and said aloud, "Go figure." He was about to go pour himself a brandy when he heard a weird noise upstairs. He put down his briefcase and started up the stairs, not noticing his son peering at him from the top. Just as he was about to go up the second flight of steps, Joseph collided with him.

Something flashed in his son's eyes that he didn't quite catch before it disappeared.

"Daddy!" Joseph flung himself at his Father's waist and gave him a bear hug. Erik smiled down at his son.

"Hello, son." He was about to move forward but, Joseph held tightly.

"Joseph, kiddo, let go."

"Well, Father, I just missed you today."

Erik picked up his son and hugged him. He looked into his eyes and said, "Joseph, what are you hiding."

"Daddy, can't a son just miss his Father."

Erik looked at him suspiciously. "So, where is your Mother?" Erik looked up the staircase as his son, not so successfully, tried to distract him.

"Oh, Mother's over at Aunt Meg's having tea."

"And, your sister," the Count asked, raising an eyebrow.

"What sister," Joseph asked, letting out a breath he had been holding.

Erik bent his 6'2" frame down to his son's level and said, "The only one you have, son."

"Oh , right."

Suddenly alarmed, Erik picked up his son, and set him back down as he walked around him. Joseph chased after him.

"Daddy," Joseph ran in front of him, as he said, "I have something really important I need to tell you."

Erik raised his eyebrow as his son yanked on his hand as he pulled him down the stairs. Joseph pulled his father into the den and tried to push him down into his chair. After grunting and pulling Erik finally gave into Joseph and sat down. He looked at his son, waiting for him to finally speak.

Joseph took a deep breath. "Father... a composer and an architect walk into a bar."

Derek allowed himself to be pulled into a large room, subconsciously humming along with Danielle. She lit an oil lamp and a few candles.

"Oh my God!" Derek exclaimed. "That organ is amazing. Look at the size of it."

He was about to touch it when Danielle grabbed his arm. "Don't touch! Only Mom is allowed, and even she has to ask permission."

"Aww," Derek pouted.

Danielle looked around the music lair. "All right, Derek. If you promise to be a good boy I will let you play with my drums."

Derek looked at the gorgeous set, of drums.

"Okay," Derek replied, clapping like a little boy.

"But, not now."

Derek once again started to pout.

"Derek, two words. Henry Thomas."

"Danielle, what are we still doing here. We must leave so I can live."

"What?"

"I mean, so we can live, my love."

"Oh, Derek. You are so deep." Danielle felt along the wall for another switch. When she found it, she pulled. A bed popped out from the wall and landed... "Oof!"

"Oops, wrong switch," Danielle concluded. She ran her finger a little further to the right and found another and pulled. Derek stood up, still rubbing his head. The wall moved forward and to the left.

"Oh, oh, there it is. Oh, how exciting Derek. If I remember correctly, this should take us to the kitchen, there is a back door where you can escape."

Derek moaned as a bump formed on his forehead.

"Derek, my love, what happened. Are you all right?"

She caressed his face, examining his head. Just as he was about to answer she said, "I am glad you are well. Come on, we don't have much time." She grabbed his hand as they disappeared into dark passage. The Mission Impossible theme played in the background.

Erik sat in his chair, half asleep, as his son carried on.

"So, Father. Why did the magician cross the road?"

"So, he could reappear on the other side," the count replied, stifling a yawn.

"Bingo! Daddy, you are so smart. I hope one day I will be as smart as you."

Erik was about to reply when a the wall to his right sprung forward. A very guilty looking daughter looked out from behind it.

"Oops, wrong room. I will just be on my way, Father don't mind me."

The Count's daughter was about to turn around and go back when her Father roared, "Danielle, come back here. And bring your friend with you."

Danielle came out of the passageway shaking. Attached to her shaking self, was a shaking Vicomte. They stood in front of the Count, waiting for him to speak.

"Daddy," Joseph said, looking at his Father. "I really hope that one day I am not smart like Danni."

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