"Don't cry Christine. I'm in a better place with my brother. You must listen to me. Stay with Erik. He will protect you, he loves you." Raoul said.
Then Christine's father spoke next. "Listen to me now, my dear. Erik is your father now, don't be afraid to call him pappa. Alright?" Christine nodded. "Very good. I miss you child, but now you belong with Erik." Just then a man clothed in black came and took Christine's hand. He led her out of the room, and into the open night air.
Christine's eyes shot open. She looked over and saw Erik holding her hand beside her.
"Papa?" Christine asked weakly. Erik's head shot up. Christine had never called him Papa before.
"Yes my child?" Erik asked resisting the urge to sweep Christine up in his arms and give her a hug.
"I'm glad you didn't let Raoul take me away. He's happy to be reunited with his brother." Christine said.
Erik felt tears of joy well up in his eyes. "You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that." Erik said and gave Christine a hug. Christine hugged Erik as tightly as she could. "How are you feeling?"
"Much better." Christine smiled. "Will you sing for me Papa?" Erik began to sing. He sat by Christine on the bed, and she got out from under the covers and curled up on his lap. Erik put his arms around her and sang softly.
A couple of weeks went by and Erik and Christine went to see the Persian. Nadir accepted them. When he saw Erik and Christine he was somewhat surprised. He looked Christine up and down to make sure she was alright.
"How are you feeling my friend?" Erik asked.
"Much better." Nadir replied.
"Papa and I were worried about you." Christine said. Nadir looked at her surprised, then looked at Erik. Erik chuckled at Nadir's surprise.
"Yes Daroga, Christine and I are very happy. She gave me quite a scare. You see she just got over the flu." Erik said. They talked cheerily for a couple of hours, then Erik and Christine had to leave. Nadir was happy for Erik. He had what he desired most, a child who loved him for who he was.
A/N: And so it ends. Yes it was short, you'll have to forgive me. But this latest bit of inspiration hit me while I was writing The Bridge is Crossed, and I just had get it down. Hope you liked the story. Thank you to all my great reviewers! Without you the story would have continued anyway, but support helps. If you want to read a similar story, look up The Bridge is Crossed, also by me. Or look up Orphan in the Alley, Marie isn't a Mary Sue by the way. Anyway. Thanks!