A/N: Thank you all, Nadia, Mouse in an Opera house, forbidden-red-rose, Twinkle22, and my newest reader, Death-That-Weeps for reading and reviewing! Alright…I have to put in another chapter after this one. I said this was the last one…but new ideas come to mind…hehe, more for you!

Disclaimer: Shut up! I didn't disown Erik! In fact, he's right he-- (Looks beside me) hhh...now where did he go? (looks in closet)

Previously:

"Please don't leave me, Angel!" She half whispered, half pleaded. Before he faded completely, he said with a knowing look in his eyes, "I am Erik, your Angel of Music!"

Christine fell to her knees, feeling terrible, now that he was gone. Erik. She liked that name. She wondered why he didn't say something else. She winced as she suddenly remembered that he wasn't here to tell her more. She touched her lips as she remembered his tenderness. Christine moved to look on the floor and saw the feathers from his beautiful wings. They were still there. So, it wasn't a dream!

She bit her lip trying hard not to cry. She knew that Erik wouldn't want that. Erik. This is going to be difficult…

5. Reunion

Christine walked back to Erik's body, wanting to feel his presence again. Much to her dismay, he was laying exactly the way she had left him. When she sat down to wipe up some blood, she saw that he was breathing very shallow. He had not been breathing when Erik's soul picked her up, of course.

She put her head on his chest to listen for a heartbeat. Sure enough, it was there; weak, but there. Christine felt the greatest feeling in the world, as if a huge weight had been lifted. Her thoughts were interrupted by a weak voice.

"Why, I do believe that I have been kissed…by an angel." Erik smirked up at her with a newfound sparkle in his eyes. She looked down and giggled at his remark, then threw herself on him in the biggest hug her little body could muster.

Christine could feel his heartbeat getting stronger and his breathing resumed to normal. She quickly forgot that he was even hurt until he winced, and let out a wheezing sound. She immediately loosened her bear hug and looked down at him.

"I'm sorry! Did I hurt you? How do you feel? Maybe…" His hand on her mouth cut off her words. He shook his head, "No, Cherub, you didn't hurt me," He lied. "I have only been alive a few minutes; let me catch my breath before you take it again." He finished with a smile, satisfied at her reaction. She blushed and giggled behind his hand. She kissed his palm and tangled her fingers with his.

They sat there for a moment before Erik gasped and looked down at his torn shirt. His eyes looked from his bloody clothes to hers. Oops. He looked around his home, wishing he hadn't. It looked like a tornado had taken his stuff and threw it, without mercy, everywhere.

Christine sat still and watched him take in the damage that had been done to his only home. His home had been so beautiful before that damn mob came. She felt her stomach twist as his expression turn to sadness, anger, then defeat. Reluctantly, she touched his hand, afraid of what he would do. When he did nothing, she scooted closer and hugged him in a loving embrace, with his head on her chest. She felt him lean into her and pull her closer to him. She was surprised when she felt his body move as if he had hiccups. Christine looked down and saw that Erik was actually sobbing. She only hugged him tighter and said quietly, "I'm sorry, Erik. It is entirely my fault! I swear, I will make it up to you. I tried to save some of your belongings. I could only salvage one," She looked down into his eyes with love, "You."

His eyes widened in wonder at the woman that he thought he would never see again. He smiled as she said the last word, and felt like he belonged in her arms and nowhere else. He whispered, "Oh Christine…oh how I love you so! Do not think for a second that it was your fault. We both know that it was mine. I should not have taken you with me in Don Juan." He paused as he saw the hurt in her eyes. "It does not matter anymore, Cherub. We are here…together, and so help them God, if anyone tries to change that." He pulled away from her embrace, but still held on to her. He sang softly,

Anywhere you go… let me go too!

Love me

That's all I ask of you!

Christine…I love you.

Christine was so filled with love, she could do nothing but kiss him. He kissed her back with the same gentle passion, tears forgotten. Her kiss had healed all of his past wounds. He grabbed at his chest when he felt a strange tingling sensation, and it scared Christine. She immediately broke the kiss and looked at him with concerned eyes. She took his hands from his chest and demanded that Erik let her check his makeshift bandages. He objected, and Christine gently but firmly, pushed him back onto the pillow. He realized that he could not deny her anything. He closed his eyes and waited for the pain to come as she took off his "bandages".

He squeaked, as he suddenly felt cold for the first time in his home. Christine heard him and glanced up. She saw goose bumps on his skin and almost kicked herself for forgetting a blanket.

"I will be right back ok, sweetie?" She smiled at him and squeezed his hand. He reluctantly nodded, not wanting her to go. She gave him another reassuring smile and went into his room to retrieve a blanket.

Christine came back quickly, fearing the worst. He could come down with a fever if they were not careful. "Here you go, dear! I forgot this place could be so cold." Her eyes widened in shock at what she said. She had not meant it to come out that way.

"Thank you Christine, for everything." He said simply. His eyes told her more than what he spoke, and she nodded. She unfolded the blanket and whipped it out in front of her. It went over and covered up Erik, untidily. Christine bent down to fold the top neatly over his waist, exposing his bandaged chest.

Erik tried again to object and covered his wounds with his large hands. Christine looked at him sadly, not wanting to hurt him anymore than she had. She sighed and said firmly, "Erik, if I do not check these wounds, they could become infected. You could catch a fever." She saw that he was a little frightened at the new tone she carried. She fought back laughter and softened, "Please love, let me help you." She looked down and whispered, "I don't want to lose you again." After a few moments, when she was sure that he relaxed, she tenderly removed his hands from his wounds, kissing each hand as she placed them at his sides.

She winced when she saw him holding his breath, waiting for whatever pain was to come. "It's alright; I will try my best not to hurt you. Just tell me if I do, and I will stop. Relax, and remember to breathe. Trust me, I know what I am doing." Erik nodded and relaxed at the sound of her voice. He found it hard to breathe even when he wasn't holding his breath, and felt slightly worried. Christine noticed his discomfort and her worries matched his.

She reached down to take his bindings off and her lips tightened in concentration. She started to pull them off but paused as she realized that the cloth had started to stick to his skin. She did not want to hurt him, but she had to take his ruined shirt off. She pealed it off very slowly, pausing only to steal a quick glance at Erik. His eyes were closed the whole time, trying to think about something else.

When she had taken both strips off, she stared at the round, gaping holes. For a moment, she understood his objections. Christine hadn't known they would look like this.

Erik caught her and tried to see what she was seeing. He attempted to sit up, but a small hand firmly pushed him back. "No, Erik. Lay down."

"But…"

"Erik! You are not helping. Lay down!"

He gave her a pouting face, and she giggled. "Erik…please. This is no time for looks. If we have anymore delays, you could very well be in more danger than you are now." She said with more concern.

She asked Erik where she would be able to find clean water, a bowl or bucket, and a rag or a sponge. He told her she would find them in the kitchen or the bathroom. Before she went to retrieve them, she made him swear that he would not move…and sealed it with a chaste kiss on his forehead. He kept his word, despite his curiosity.