And a little Epilogue because you know I love them… :P
I wanted to chuck this in 'cause some people seemed to like the relationship which is cool. Once again, I do not own Phantom and I actually don't own Pierre either. He, including his bag, is the brain child of the lovely MmeGiry. I just get to play with him a little, hehehe. Thank you for reading and especially thank you to my reviewers. I am a feedback junky! I LOVE reviews, even the short ones. Anyway, without further ado, Epilogue...
"No, no, no, NO! It's a B flat and they need to be tied!"
Pierre sat at his desk with a pen in his hand, and sighed.
"Well, I'm sorry, but I am a Doctor, not a musician!"
Erik growled.
"Must I remind you that this," he waved his hand, complete with splinted pinkie finger, in front of Pierre's face, "is entirely your fault!"
"I don't see how…"
Erik raised one eyebrow.
"I though you said you were a Doctor? Or didn't they cover that in your training?"
He smirked and muttered sarcastically, "Not at all! I had to learn from experience…"
"What?"
"Nothing…"
Pierre amended the musical notes he was attempting to put down on the page. Honestly, it would have been easier to act as scribe to his 3 day old daughter then the Phantom; but for the sake of everyone's continued sanity…
"There. Happy?"
Erik grumbled and continued dictating…