Author's Note- sigh need reviews people! The motivate! Any ideas for the phic are also welcome! But, anywho, here is another chappy!

ErikandChristine- Aw, thanks. Glad you think that! Your review made my day! gives Erik plushie and some pancakes I like having an obedient reader! Thanks a bunch!

Tallacus- Thanker's for reviewing, as always! And yes, the timing was wonderful, was it not? Lol…I don't think we have to worry about her too much though, we have that planned out.

Erik- thanks for the warning nervous glances at Jen and Gabby

Chapter 10

Baking

Jen grinned and followed Gabby into the lair, Erik behind her. She found herself in yet another room, this one looking like a kitchen. There was a sink and an oven, as well as a few cupboards. A small table and some chairs sat in the corner of the well-lit room. And, sitting on the table, was a plate covered with a steaming stack of pancakes. Jen and Erik both eyed them hungrily, then looked at each other. Jen narrowed her eyes and smiled darkly, and her opponent mirrored the expression. After a short while of staring, Jen ran towards the table, grabbing a chair, and grabbing some pancakes for herself. "HOT!" she yelped, throwing them onto the plate Gabby had put in that place. "Duh…they just came out of the oven smart one!" her cellist friend said, smacking her. Erik laughed softly, then slowly made his way to the table, eying the food curiously. He took an experimental bite and smiled, then ate more. Jen, on the other side of the table, was shoveling the food into her mouth, remembering how hungry she was. "Hey guys! Save some for me!" Gabby shouted, finishing her cleaning. The two already eating stopped chewing to give her equally dirty looks, and she glared back. Jen and Erik shrugged, and went back to eating, and the cellist sighed, rolling her eyes. Typical.

The meal went on in silence, until there was nothing left of the pancakes. Jen smiled and leaned back in her chair. "Wondrous as always my good chef." She said with a smile. "Thank you. Erik? Did you like them?" The silent figure that was the Opera Ghost looked up when he heard his name and nodded. "Yes I did. Thank you mademoiselle." He said, managing a smile. Erik stood up and kissed her hand, and Gabby grinned. "I must leave I am afraid." He said a moment later. "Where?" Jen asked, not looking up. "To go purchase some items for the lair. Food, candles, the like." He said. Jen looked up and smiled. "Can I come?" she asked, giving him a pleading look. Erik sighed. "Stay here. Perhaps later you can go with me, but for now I wish to remain nothing more than a shadow on the streets."

"Are you saying that we might draw attention to you?" Jen asked, giving a false hurt look. "Yes." He said plainly. Jen and Gabby both pouted. Erik rolled his eyes. "Find something to do while I'm gone, and do NOT destroy the lair." Gabby grinned. "We wouldn't do that." She said innocently.

"Yes we would…" Jen contradicted. Erik shook his head, then went to get his cloak. "I will return later." He said, already hidden in one of the tunnels. The two girls sat in silence for a minute, then Jen sighed. "So…now that he is gone…whacha wanna do?"

"Er…I dunno…" Gabby replied with a shrug. The two sank back into their chairs and thought. "We need to plan what to do with Operation EC."

"Operation EC?" the cellist gave her friend a confused look. "Operation Erik and Christine." Jen explained. "Oooh. I see."

"Yes." Silence. "Sooooo….we could uh…" Gabby broke it. Jen thought. "I have it!"

"What?"

"We can spy on Christine and find out where she is going to dinner with Raoul some night, and take Erik with us. Then, we can make her all jealous, with me pretending to be his new girlfriend!"

"You would like that, wouldn't you?" The percussionist grinned widely. "Yep."

"Well, in the mean time…what can we do?"

"We could..er…bake a cake!"

"What?" Once again, the cellist was confused. "We can bake a cake for Erik, as a surprise!"

"It can be to say we are sorry for being annoying!" Gabby agreed, smiling. "Yeah! Let's make a cake! I dunno what to do, but you can show me!"

"Ok, er…let's get started." They began to pull some pans and bowls out of a cupboard in the kitchen, then Gabby got the ingredients needed. Jen smiled and did as she was told, and soon they had a batter prepared. Jen grinned and threw a handful of flour at Gabby. "Hey!" the cellist shouted, and her friend smiled. "What?" Gabby glared and grabbed a spoon covered with batter, and threw some of the liquefied cake at her friend. Jen ducked, and it hit the wall behind her. The percussionist got more flour, and dumped it on her friend's head, and was attacked by Gabby with more flour. The eventually got the cake in the oven, and then the war continued. After an hour, the sweet, warm aroma of the baking cake filled the room (and most of the lair), and they were completely oblivious to the soft rapping on the door.

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Outside the door, Erik sighed. What were they doing? He wasn't sure if he wanted to know. The Opera Ghost slowly opened the door, drawing the attention of the two. Jen grinned and threw a handful of flour at the newcomer, and the fight ended with the two of them laughing at the startled, flour covered Phantom. "Now you…really…look…like…a ghost!" Jen managed between laughs. He glared, and looked around his once spotless kitchen. "I thought I told you not to destroy the lair." He said, his powerful voice resonating. "Whoah…I didn't know we were in Il Muto…" Jen whispered to Gabby, remembering how his voice had echoed through the theater. The cellist started laughing again, but Erik's stern gaze made her shut her mouth. "I hope you two plan on cleaning this mess." They both nodded. "But of course." Jen said smoothly, smiling. "good. I will be in the music room." With that, he turned and left with a swish of his cape. Jen found herself washed over with a phangirlish feeling. The cape swishing was too good to be true…she had a weakness for capes it seemed. Gabby must have noticed her friend, because she started to laugh and grinned. "The cake is almost done." The cellist said after they had been sitting there for a few minutes. "Yay! I can't wait!" Jen could taste it already. Hopefully Erik would like it. Once the cake had come out of the oven, Jen burning a finger in the process, they let it cool for a few minutes. Jen smiled and licked her lips. "Not yet!" Gabby scolded, glaring at her friend. "What? I wasn't doing anything!"

"Not yet…you want that cake and you know it!"

"Yeah…who DOESN'T want cake?" she rolled her eyes, and Gabby smiled. "Only a little longer." A little longer became much to long for the hungry percussionist. Then, finally, Gabby pulled out a knife, and began to cut the delectable treat. She handed Jen two plates, and put a slice on each. "One is for Erik." She said. "Ok." Jen opened the door, snickering at the sight of the stilly messy kitchen, then made her way to Erik's music room. She knocked on the door, and listened to the sounds of an organ from within. The beginnings of Don Juan. "Errrrrriiiiiiik…." She called. "I have fooood!" The door opened a crack, and a masked face looked at her. "What?" he asked, and she pushed the door open further. "Cake! From Gabby and I! To say were are sorry for annoying you and to show that we love you!" The last part had come out by accident. Erik smiled, a sight Jen hadn't really seen- it was a real smile. "Thank you Jen, Gabby." He looked up when he said the cellist's name, and Jen saw her standing there. "Come in if you would like." The two did so gladly, and they ate their cake together. "Well..." Gabby said, sighing. "Well what?"

"I should probably go start cleaning the kitchen…"

Author's note- There you have it…sorry it took so long to write! I had an English project I have been working on…blah…and, sadly, there won't be any updates for a week, as I am going on a much needed vacation! So, until then, read, review, and enjoy yourself! There are lots of other great phics, just look around! Talk to you all later, Your Obedient Authoress, AH.