Author's Note (Jen): Hello and welcome to our phic! Yes, our. I am writing this with my friend Gabby (shadowgirl59). We hope you all enjoy. Thank you.

My disclaimer- I don't own PotO, Erik, or anything else. I only own myself…I don't own Gabby either- she owns herself…so…yeah…and, read this now, as it applies to the whole story

Chapter 1

Strange Happenings

Jen pulled her bags out of the car and waved goodbye to her parents. She grinned and rang the doorbell, and waited. No answer. She rang again. No answer. "Gabby, open the door damn it!" she yelled, glaring at the door. A few seconds later the door opened, revealing her friend, covered in flour. Jen gave her a strange look. "Sorry...I was cooking!" Gabby defended. "Ok...wacha making?"

"Quiche." her friend replied simply. "Shweet." Jen said, making her way inside and throwing her items to the ground. "So, ready for the GREATEST NIGHT EVA?" she shouted. Gabby grinned. "YES!" They high-fived, and missed, as always, then laughed insanely. "We should watched Phantom!" Jen suggested, grinning. "Ok. After we eat!"

"Sounds good." Jen replied, pushing some of her brown-blond hair out of her face. She was a fairly tall, slightly geeky girl, her glasses reflecting the light. Blue-grey eyes looked out the window. "Looks like it might rain." she said, talking to herself. As if to answer her, thunder boomed in the distance. "Ad what lovely rain will come," Gabby grinned, "I just love thunder storms, they seem to brighten the mood." Soon, the whole house began to smell of pastry with a hint of nutmeg in the mix which showed a signal that Gabby's quiche was finished. Jen licked her lips unconsciously and watched as her friend got the food out. She grinned. "Looks good, and smells better." she said. The 16 year old girl looked back to her sketchbook. More phanart. She couldn't stop drawing it of late. "In sleep he sang to me..." she began softly. Gabby grinned, and took it from there. "In dreams, he came. That voice which calls to me, and speaks my name." She continued singing Christine's part, and when the verse went to the Phantom, Jen came in. She was an alto, and her false-Scottish accent came in. She fell into it naturally, and still didn't know why. They continued singing until she hit a wrong note, then stopped and laughed. "This is gonna be soo fun later." Gabby said, taking another bite of quiche. "Aye, but of course." Jen agreed, already getting the movie in the DVD player. Gabby scratched one of her brown cat ears and said, "Well, what should we have for a little side dish? some pasta?" Jen shrugged. "I dunno." she said, watching the menu come on. The overture began, and she hummed to it, very loudly and slightly out of key. "Sounds fine to me."

"Ok. I'll make some." Gabby went back to work in the kitchen and her friend pulled out another reference picture to sketch from. The thunder outside became louder, and minutes later they could here the sound of rain on the roof.

"Ahh, music to my ears!" the cat girl sighed and started to serve the fettuccine and alfredo next to two big slices of quiche. "Everything ready?" Gabby asked her friend.

Jen looked around. "I think. Lets get this party started! Gerry Butler! Whooot!" She was smacked in the head by Gabby. "What was THAT for?" she snarled playfully. "Stop being such a fan girl!"

Jen pouted. "But...but...fine...DAVID WENHAM! FARAMIR!" She was smacked again, and they both laughed. "I can't help it." she replied, pulling out a picture of her beloved ranger from Lord of the Rings. "I know you can't." Gabby replied, setting a plate in front of her. Jen took a bite of the pasta and smiled. It was good, as always. Gabby was a good cook. She hit play, and the movie began. They watched, silently, eating. Thunder boomed outside, and the rain became harder. The two teens didn't care however. The chandelier rose, and they both began humming the overture. Gabby then began to do impressions of Carlotta while she sang, and Jen laughed, clapping. "Sadly, you're suckful impressions are better than her."

"Thanketh you." Her friend replied. They continued watching, cracking jokes at random and singing along. Jen continued drawing while watching. "I really don't know how she couldn't choose him." Gabby said. Jen shrugged. "Me neither. Perhaps, we can find another portal, eh?" That brought peals of laughter. "Maybe. But doubtful."

"Yeah…" Jen sighed. They were quite again for some more of the movie. Gabby made popcorn at one point, and they munched the buttery goodness happily. Jen licked her fingers when done, and Gabby glared at her. She shrugged. "Poor Erik." She said softly, watching as he cried after All I Ask of You. "Aye, poor Erik." Gabby agreed. They sang along with Masquerade, and laughed afterwards at how out of tune it had been. "I love this movie." Gabby said. "Same. We're phans!" Jen laughed, knowing that she always spelled it with a 'ph'. When her friend got it she also laughed. The movie continued. In the graveyard scene Gabby burst out with "Acting by bosom!" with brought more laughter. "You know…we…have…waaaay too…much fun…watching Phantom…" Jen said, grinning. "Yeah, we do."

When they hit Don Juan Triumphant, the storm outside had grown rather intense. Jen found herself glancing out the window every so often, catching flashes of lighting, bright streaks far to close for her liking. "Afraid?"

"Hell no! I'm just jumpy!" She yawned. "And tired…marching band does that to a person." Gabby grinned darkly. "That's why I quit. Too much work."

"Yeah, I know." Jen replied, yawning again. "Must watch Erik…must stay awake…" she continued watching. Just as the chandelier crashed however, the power flickered, then blackness filled the room. "Oh my God!" Jen said. "Don't worry, just a power outage."

"No, I mean- Oh my God, how could the weather stop us from seeing the end!" Just then she saw a light come on. "Gabby…is that your brother?" she asked, her voice a whisper, watching it come closer. Her friend shook her head. "No, Andy isn't home…he's at a friends house…"

"Then, uh, what is that?" Jen asked softly, still watching it come closer. She stood up and walked closer, curious. Soon she could make out a face. "Gabby…" she whispered. "Yeah?"

"Come here…" she hissed, motioning with her hand. Her friend came closer. Just then, the light disappeared. Jen blinked. They were left in the dark once again. She could have sworn, however, that she had caught a glimpse of a masked face. "Where are we?"

"My house…" Gabby replied, sounding slightly nervous, yet also excited. Jen looked for a light switch, but couldn't find one. She found a door, however, and opened it. The storm raged on outside, and she jumped when thunder shook the room, but it seemed more distant. A slight crack in the door revealed light, and she sighed with relief, then realized that they weren't in Gabby's house anymore. "Opera…Populaire…" she said softly. "What?"

"We're in the Opera House…" Jen said, turning to face her friend. "Are you serious?" She nodded. Gabby grinned. "OH MY GOD. THIS IS AWSOME!" Jen clamped a hand to her mouth. "Shhhh. Don't wake anyone." Gabby nodded. "Fine, fine. Let's light a candle or something though." They rummaged through the desk in the corner and found a candle and something to light it with. "Much better." Jen said, looking at the warm glowing light. Behind it was a mirror, and she gasped, then grinned. That is what she had seen the face through. In it, her own reflection looked back at her. She was…older. Odd, she thought, why do I look like I'm 20 something? She turned and looked at Gabby, who also seemed older. "Hey, er…so…it seems we are our future selves, in the past…" she said. "What?"

"Look in the mirror." Jen said, pointing. Gabby did so, and gasped. "What the hell…"

"I know." The two teens looked at each other, and Jen then looked around the room. Resting against the wall was a cello case, and a bag of sticks. "Why do we have instruments?" she asked softly. "I don't know." Gabby shut the door. "We can figure it out tomorrow. Maybe this is all just a dream."

"If so, then why are we both in it?" Jen asked, getting into one of the beds. She stared at the ceiling. Her friend thought for a moment. "I don't know. Like I said, wait until tomorrow." With that, they both fell asleep.