Remembering how much i despise leaving you guys with a filler chapter, I decided to post another chapter. Yes, chapter, not a filler. (snickers) anyways, I'll update with eight more reviews, seeing as I already had two within the hour. Okay, here is chapter twenty-two:

Her Treasured Posession

Christine had been sleeping, drooling over the side of the couch when she heard someone knocking on her door. She was startled awake and therefore, when she turned over, she fell on the floor.

She let out a short scream and looked up from the floor to the door.

Glancing at her clock, and her window, she saw it was almost seven. Night time was fast approaching.

Christine sighed and walked to the door, opening it in one graceful motion.

All she could see at her door was a basket filled with small paper-bags and plastic surrounding it with a very large bow.

Christine looked at it confused and wiped her wet drool drenched cheek. "What in the w-?"

"Congratulations," the large basket said.

Christine shook her head, trying to shake her sleep away. "Huh?"

A head popped out behind the large basket. When she saw who it was, she smiled broadly. "Thank you, Erik."

She moved to the side and let him pass the threshold. Once inside, he asked, "Where do I put this?"

Christine shut the door and followed him. "On the coffee table."

Passing the small mirror, Christine glanced at her reflection then stopped. How was it that every time he showed up at her house she was always a mess?

She ran her fingers through her hair and tried to wipe her cheeks free of mascara from the morning. She was almost successful when she heard his voice beside her.

"There is no need to impress me, Christine."

She jumped and looked to her right, where he stood. He looked so enigmatic right then. He was leaning against the wall and she could only see the features of the right side of his face.

His hand was against the wall and he looked intently at her.

He was so handsome. She had never liked him as much as she did at that moment. He looked at her with so much tenderness and love that she hadn't seen from anyone since… the Phantom.

A smile broke upon his lips making her smirk in return.

"You always look beautiful, my dear."

She tried to hide her blush but it only deepened when he took her hand and kissed it. "I got you something," he told her as he gently pulled her to the small living/dining room.

"More, Erik?" Christine asked. "At this rate I think I'll empty your bank account."

He only chuckled. "You are well worth it."

He sat her in front of the basket and Christine looked at it in curiosity. "What is it?"

He smiled as he sat on the butterfly chair across from her. "I owed you a coffee so I got you coffee from all around the world."

Christine laughed. "Are you serious?"

He pointed to different bags. "Here's some from Brazil, Colombia…"

"Damn Erik, you sure keep your word."

He shrugged. "I try."

Christine looked over the different bags as he spoke.

"And your father's violin?"

"I didn't know where to put it, I was afraid something might happen to it, so I put it in the safest place I could think of, where I put all my treasured things."

"Where is that?"

Christine smiled sheepishly. "Under my bed, next to the we-" Christine caught herself. Wedding dress. She was going to say wedding dress. Her eyes grew wide.

She had kept that dress ever since he left. She couldn't part with it then and she couldn't part with it when she was cleaning out her closet.

The dress was beautiful beyond comprehension she knew he had spent a lot of time on it. The embroidered designs, the old fashioned design. Everything. A lot of time and love went into making that dress and she couldn't just throw it away.

It was after all, her's.

But she couldn't let him know that. She wouldn't. He couldn't know that she had kept his wedding dress.

It took her more than a mere five seconds to think of it all and she knew that he knew what she was going to say. He wasn't stupid.

Nevertheless, she covered it up with the only thing she could think of. "Water bottles. I keep water bottles under my bed. I get really thirsty at night."

He smiled sadly. Erik knew what she was going to say and the fact that she wouldn't admit it, hurt him. She could see it in his eyes.

They sat in award silence for a while. Until she said, "Thank you again for the violin."

The silence seemed to have never happened, for he smiled and stood. "It's not over yet. I have prepared a celebration dinner in your honor at my home."

Christine stood too. "Really?"

He nodded. "I saw you perform, it was brilliant. I decided to make you a little dinner to celebrate."

"Erik, that's lovely!"

"I know it's a little overdue but I have been busy-"

Christine broke in. "At least you didn't forget." She thought of Raoul but dismissed the thought quickly.

"Will you accompany me?" He said looping his arm.

"Of course!" She said taking his arm. They were about to leave when she stopped. "Wait! Let me go get ready."

She ran from the living room to the bathroom where she washed her face quickly and applied more make up. Tidying her ponytail, she looked down at her baby blue shirt and white pants. At least she looked a little decent.

Slipping her feet into the white sandals at the door, they left.

Not much to say now, so Coming Soon, Chapter Twenty-Three: His Treasured Posession.
Okay, now you guys know that Christine's treasured Possession is the wedding dress along with her father's violin. If anyone can guess what Erik's treasured Possession is, they will get a chance to...(thinks of something clever) ... (guess not) appear in the story! Yay! Okay, reviews, please! (nudge, nudge)