AN: Let me start off by thanking all you lovely reviewers. Lonely Loony, you are too nice with giving out compliments concerningmy story, but I love them nonetheless...ahomelesspirate, I can only imagine if this was a farce play.. the audience would probably riot... And Final-threshold... no matter how hard I look, I never see Gerry erection, that everyone says he has during PONR...I hope you all love this chapter enough to review it, I have mixed feeling about this...I hope you all enjoy! And I'm hear to point out my Disclaimer, which is that I don't own Celine Dion's lyrics "All by myself" So don'tsue me for using them!

Chapter 19

"Erik?" Christine's muffled voice came from under Raoul's body.
"Raoul de Chagny at your service." Raoul said suavely.

"Oh you, get off, get off!" Christine cried out furiously, kicking at Raoul.
"Argh." Raoul fell back a couple of feet, and landed at Erik's feet. Resisting the urge to kick Raoul, Erik turned around, and strode into the house. Minutes later, Christine walked into the house excitedly.

"Erik!" She called, straining to see him in the darkness of their house. "Oh!" She gasped, as Erik materialized in front of her.
"Where have you been?" He asked.

"Oh, I was at Meg's, and I have the most exciting news-" Christine began to say excitedly, when Erik interrupted her.
"Oh my god, where's Gerard, did you leave him here alone?" Christine wrung her hands together nervously.

"Well, I was only going to be away for a moment, and I figured you'd be home soon"
"Are you crazy, anything could have happened to him." Erik hissed, and started darting up the stairs. He burst into the bedroom, with Christine right behind him. "Oh thank god." He breathed in relief when he saw little Gerry sleeping peacefully in his crib. "What were you thinking? Your stupidity could have cost my son his life." Christine's lower lip trembled, and she looked on the verge of tears.

"He's my son too, and I'm sorry. Just because you have mother issues, if you want him watched after every second, you do it!" She covered her face, and began to sob. Resisting the urge to give Christine a nice smack across the face. Erik grudgingly reached out a hand, and pulled her towards him.

"Stop crying." He said, and Christine started to wail even louder. "Stop crying." He said louder, and Christine stopped, and looked up at him in shock. She was expecting him to soothe her. She sniffled loudly. "Now what is the exciting news you have?" Erik asked, trying to feign interest.

"Oh!" Christine immediately brightened up. "Meg is going to be married! She's going to be an Empress, isn't that exciting? We're both invited of course, and I'll be the Maid of Honor, oh, I'm so excited, and the wedding is going to take place next week!" There was a slight pause.

"Yes, how exciting." Erik finally replied. "Now run off to bed." He patted her on the backside, and she ran off giggling. Erik watched Christine's retreating back, and put his hand in his pocket, feeling the small square box, which he knew held the engagement ring he had bought almost a year ago. Whenever he came close to proposing to her, something always kept him back.
"Of course if you did propose, maybe it would get Raoul off your back." The voice in his head piped up. "My what a guy that Raoul!" Erik exclaimed. "I mean that bastard." He glared at the wall, and strode into the bedroom.

Raoul awoke the next day to feel the sunlight streaming into his bedroom.
"Ahh, a perfect day for seduction." He rolled over, and smiled at his reflection in the mirror. He hastily got dressed, and walked out the front door, hoping for some action.
"...No, mother, it's my wedding, and I want lilies!" An irate Meg Giry was saying to Mme Giry as they rushed past Raoul.

"Meg's getting married?" Raoul held a finger to his mouth purposefully. "That means Christine will be there, which means Erik's hot bod will be there, which means I need to find a way to get in." And he scurried off follow Meg and Mme Giry for more information.

A week later, Meg's wedding rolled by, and Christine was having fits of excitement.
"My dress is blue taffeta colored Erik." She said, in the carriage spreading out her skirt.
"I see." He said, struggling his lapels on his suit.
" Blue taffeta colored." She repeated loudly.

"And we're all proud of you Christine." He replied heavily. Christine smiled, and threw her arms around Erik's neck.
"I have a bad feeling about this." He thought to himself as the carriage trotted up towards the church.

An hour later, Erik was sitting in the front row bored out of his mind. Christine was up at the altar standing next to Meg, and the wedding was going on and on and on...and on and on. Whenever he felt himself drifting off, Christine would stamp her foot loudly on the floor, causing everyone to get distracted. "Stop falling asleep, and look at me." She hissed at him angrily.

"Who knew an angel could act so much like a bitch." He muttered, and a pipe organ caught his gaze over in the corner. A fat man, settled himself in front of it, and started playing. Erik winced whenever, the fat man's fat sausage-like fingers hit the keys.
"No! NO! NO!" He finally screamed, standing up. The priest stopped in mid-sentence, and Christine was glaring at him furiously. Meg's groom started to chortle, but Meg hit him. "When you play the organ, you can't slam on the keys like some key slammer!" He bellowed directly in the fat man's face. The man quaked with fear, and tried to get up, but Erik pushed him back down. "You have to act like the organ is your lover. Gently." He stretched his arms over the man's hand, and started to press the keys down for him. "Now that's music." He said satisfied, and sat back down in his seat like nothing happened, and resumed his trancelike state.

"Dammit, I'm late." Raoul hurtled up to the church, and walked up the steps cautiously. "For an Empress' wedding, there is no security, and I can just waltz right in." He announced, waltzing right into the church. Immediately his eyes found Erik sitting in the front row. Raoul sighed at his hotness. "Oh screw me Erik!" He murmured. Suddenly everyone turned around in their seats to stare at Raoul. "Well, maybe I didn't murmur that. Maybe I actually bellowed it." He saw Erik clutch at his face. "Oh you know you love it!" He giggled to himself, and found himself a place to sit.

An hour later, the wedding was finally over, and everyone was making their way to the reception. Raoul eagerly followed the crowd, searching for Erik.
"A reception always means a free bar." He smirked as he reached the door. Everyone before they left, dipped their hand into a basin of holy water and blessed themselves with it. Raoul rolled his eyes as he reached it, but nonetheless reached his hand in the basin, but immediately withdrew it exclaiming loudly.

"What is it?" A burly woman with huge sideburns asked concerned.
"It burned me!" Raoul screamed, looking at his hand which was now red.
"The holy water burned you?" The priest asked, staring at Raoul in disbelief.
"Yes, that son of a-" Raoul tried to pounce on the basin of holy water, but the priest held him back.
"Perhaps you should go." "Yea, I'll leave and go straight to the free bar!" Raoul screamed. The priest stared at Raoul's retreating back in distaste. "What a fop."

"Oh Erik!" Christine exclaimed as they walked into the room where the reception was being held. "Isn't this exciting"
"Uh yes, this is a dilly of a pickle." Erik muttered sullenly. "Can we just go-" Christine interrupted him by grabbing his hands, and pulling him into the dance floor.
"Let's dance!" She yelled, and yanked his arms around her waist. She lay her head dreamily against Erik's shoulder, who only sighed heavily.

Raoul stepped inside the ballroom, and looked around mockingly.
"What a crapfest, when Christine and I got married, our wedding was so much more expensive and manly then this this." Raoul leaned against the wall, and reminisced. "Ah, I remember it well, getting in a fist fight with a priest over booze." There was a slight pause. "True story." Raoul muttered. Noticing Erik dancing in the center of the floor, Raoul made his way over to him. "Time to make my move!" He swiftly walked behind Christine, and firmly placed his hands on her waist, swung her around, and pushed her away. With a scream of outrage, Christine stumbled a few steps, and fell down on her face. Before anyone could react, Raoul wrapped his arms around Erik's waist, and tried to continue dancing with him.

"What are you doing?" Erik gasped, as Raoul tightened his grip, and started swaying back and forth.
"Stop acting like Anne Boleyn, you know you love it."

"Let go." Erik growled, trying to squirm out of Raoul's grasp. Raoul just laughed in reply. Erik was having trouble breathing properly, and his heart was beating furiously. With one enormous shove, Erik pushed himself away from Raoul, and fell backwards against a huge table, and landed right on the gigantic wedding cake.

"Uh oh." Raoul took a step backwards, as screams erupted all around him.
"My wedding cake!" Meg screamed, growing red in the face. "You ruined my wedding!" Meg's beefy husband stepped forward.

"You ruined my wife's cake, and I insist you clean it up." Erik slowly got up, with an expression of utmost loathing on his face. Raoul took another step backwards. Less then thirty seconds had passed, when the two men began fighting each other. Walking by the screaming Meg and Christine, Raoul strolled over to the free bar, and didn't even look back when a huge slab of cake hit him on the back of then neck.

Ten minutes had passed, and after many minutes of coaxing, Erik begrudgingly put his punjab lasso away, and the party continued full throttle. Raoul was now completely smashed, and felt a tad bit depressed.
"Why does he hate me?" He moaned, throwing glances over at Erik, who occasionally was also staring at him. Raoul picked up a banana, "you're my only friend now." He sniffed pitifully.

Over on the other side of the room, Erik was sensing Raoul's distress.
"Maybe I should go over there." He said, getting up from his seat, but Christine pushed him back down.
"Sit down and behave!" She hissed at him.

Raoul decided the moment was opportune to start singing.
"When I was youngI never needed anyone And making love was just for fun Those days are gone.." He held the banana close to his face. "All by myself!" He suddenly screamed causing the room to stop talking. "Don't wanna be," He glared at Erik. "All by myself anymore." He took out the banana and started tapping it on the counter pretending he was playing the drums. "Uh uh uh." He grunted, and dissolved into tears. "Wait." He looked up with shiny eyes. "I know what to do, I'll kill myself in front of Erik, that'll show him." His inner voice sighed.

"Kill yourself? How annoyingly angst." Raoul grabbed the knife that was coincidentally lying on the counter next to him, and tried walking over to Erik But he was so drunk he managed to trip over nothing, and fling the knife up at the air.

"Heads up!" He screamed, ducking, and covering his head.
"Huh?" Erik looked up, then felt a sharp pain on his forehead, and then everything went black.