A/N: I know I haven't updated this in ages but I finally had a sense of how it should go on. Sorry everyone.

Chapter XIV- The True Reunion

A little while later, Christine was in the kitchen area preparing tea to the best of her abilities. She was sure that it probably didn't taste remotely close to what Erik was used to but it's the thought that was supposed to count. She prepared the cups neatly on a table. Not knowing when he would emerge, she just sat there.

Erik, thinking Christine would have retired to her room by now, came into the kitchen to be greeted by her warm smile. He cleared his throat as she offered him some tea. He accepted with a nod and sat down opposite to her. The atmosphere seemed pleasant even though the tea was not. He drank it not to offend her.

"Can I get you anything?" She inquired, shocking him. This was his house; he was supposed to be playing the host role. "I tried to clear up most of the damage."

"Christine." He uttered.

"I am sorry about your organ. I couldn't see any way to restore it." She confessed heavy heartedly. "I know you loved it."

"Christine." He sighed. She was tormenting herself about her inability to fix the grand instrument. "It doesn't matter."

"Yes it does." She snapped. "I know you loved it and it was where you composed all your brilliant works on." She had failed him.

He watched her helplessly tear herself up over this. He stood and silently invited her to his study. She took his hand and he led her away.

His study was roughly the same as he had left it, but one could tell that the mob had overrun it also. He had let Christine go near a chair, where she could sit, while he lit the fire. She chose to sit on the Persian rug before the fireplace. Erik soon joined her, keeping a modest distance between them.

"Christine…" he started, " I truly appreciate how you have restored my home. I cannot begin to tell you how much I am touched by the gesture. But the organ… it is beyond repair."

Christine let out a defeated sob. He moved closer; he could not bear to see her cry. She latched onto his neck when he was close enough. It took him by surprise and he protectively held her.

He kissed the top of her head, just like he had been wishing to do all those years. She looked up and met his eyes. "Christine."

"Erik." With that, she kissed him with the same passion as the night of Don Juan Triumphant. He opened up as well and returned the kiss. He slowly moved his gloved hands to hold the back of her neck. She pulled away for a moment gently and addressed him again. "Erik."

He sat tensely. Was she going to leave after all?

Before he had any more time to think, she spoke softly, "Erik, please remove your gloves and your mask."

Erik was reluctant to do this. Does she really know what she is asking?

He glanced at her, and she looked hopeful. Christine removed the leather gloves from Erik's hands, pulled it off finger by finger. Then she took them within her own and held them. Later she slowly moved her hands up towards his face. Constantly asking his permission, and when her fingers reached the edge, her eyes pleaded that he would not stop her. He did not. She gently slid it off and with a simple motion placed the mask aside. Then before he could react, her fingers were tracing the hideous scars and tissue of his face. She leaned closer and planted several kisses to the deformed side of his face. "Christine." He held her and stated, "I love you."

"I love you too, My Angel."

They kissed once again and held each other in front of the fire.