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Chapter 33

The Game

Jen sighed and looked out the window again. Erik was getting on her nerves. He was sitting in the solitary chair reading right now. He would glance up at her every so often and she would glare. She wanted to get up and move about, but he would not let her. Not until tomorrow. She needed something to do. And food. Her stomach growling reminded her of that. And now, to top it all off, she realized she had a cold. Just perfect. The percussionist sank father into the pillows with a scowl. "Is that food going to get here anytime soon?"

Erik glanced up. "She said she would bring some right up once it was ready." He replied casually. Jen sighed angrily…again. She was starving. "I'm bored."

"Oh would you stop whining!"

"No." Jen grinned at the now glaring Phantom. She attempted a laugh which sent her into a coughing fit. "I'm gonna kill you one of these days you know." She told him, still gagging and choking. "Yes, but would you like some water right now?"

"If it wouldn't be too much work…" Jen replied. She hated colds. They were the most God-awful thing she could think of. Erik returned with some water and she snatched the glass from his hand and gulped it down, sputtering the whole time. The coughing stopped. "Gah…finally…"

"So…now what?" Erik asked. Jen shrugged. "You could sing to me…" He gave her a look as if to say 'you wish' and she shrugged. "Whatever." Another coughing fit. "God I hate being…" more coughing, "…sick…" With a sniff and a moan Jen closed her eyes. "It's all your fault too."

"How so?" Erik asked, giving her a quizzical look and taking a seat on the bedside. Jen continued to glare at him. "Because you had to burn down the Opera House, thus forcing us to flee and spend a night in the Parisian winter!"

"I must say, you have point. However, you chose to accompany me." He pointed out simply. Jen pouted. She hated it when he out smarted her. And he seemed to do it more and more often. A soft knock on the door prevented her from saying anything nasty in response and she smiled as a maid handed a tray to Erik. Jen noticed how she refused to look up, then noticed the mask on the table. The percussionist shook her head. There wasn't anything wrong with Erik's face- it was just different.

"Food." Erik told her simply, handing the tray to her and taking a plate for himself. "Thank God…" With that Jen ate like a hungry wolf, barely taking the time to properly chew. "Happy now?"

Jen swallowed and nodded. "Happier…but…it would make me even more happy if you would sing…"

"No." Erik couldn't tell her. Singing…it would remind him of Christine. Christine…his angel Christine. She had been haunting his dreams for the past two night. He loved her. He still loved her. And he couldn't tell Jen. 'Why can't I tell Jen?' Erik shook his head slightly; he was so confused. 'You can't tell her because you love her.' Another voice answered back. Why were there voices? Erik suddenly wanted nothing more than sleep. He was tired, and his head throbbed. 'You love them both, but for different reasons.' The voice told him at last. 'But which one must you let go?'

"Erik?" The Phantom was vaguely aware of Jen's voice calling to him worriedly. "Erik?" He fell back onto the bed and closed his eyes. The pain…which must go? He was aware of the throbbing growing more and more painful as the thought became reality. He couldn't let one go…he couldn't…

"Erik!" Jen shook him vehemently. "Wake up, damn you! Erik!" He moaned and she sighed with relief. "It hurts…" he muttered, putting a hand to his head. "I dare say! What is it? Just a headache?"

"Bad…bad memories…" he muttered. "That's all? Well…we shall have to take your mind off them." Jen mused. "I know! We can play…The Game." She nodded and smiled smugly. "The…The Game?" Erik asked, wondering if he had heard right.

"Yes…The Game." Jen replied. "What are the rules to this…'game'?" Erik asked, giving her a curious look. Jen grinned all the wider. "There are but three rules." She said, holding up three fingers. "Rule one- You must have an object. Rule two- you have to figure it out, and rule three- once you know the secret of rule number two, you must never tell anyone what it is."

"Sounds easy enough." Erik said. This would be easy. He was a genius- some little guessing game of Jen's couldn't stop him. "Er…ok, here is your mask." Jen said, picking up said item. "I played the game." She handed Erik the mask and he looked at it. "It's my mask." He parroted. "I'm sorry," Jen said with mock pity, "You did not play the game. Ok, it's black." Erik took the mask. "Er...it covers half of my face."

"I'm sorry, you did not play the game." Jen was grinning. Erik frowned, truly frustrated. "Ok, let's try this. It's a knife." She picked up a clean knife off the tray. "I played the game. Your turn."

"This is a fork." Erik picked up the utensil. Jen shook her head and smiled wider. "You did not play the game."

"Er…ok…this is a book." Erik held up the book and Jen smiled. "You played the game." Erik raised and eyebrow. "Ok, my turn…this is page 42…" she said after flipping the tome to a random page. "I played the game."

"This is page 50." Erik said, smiling triumphantly. "You did not play the game." Jen said, smiling all the wider as his turned into a frown. "But…oh forget it. Who cares about some stupid game." He scowled. Jen grinned. "Apparently you do…"

"I do not!"

"Do to!"

"Do not!" Jen started laughing at his futile attempt to convince her. "Oh God…this is fun!"

"How so?" he ground out, eyes burning. Jen smiled sweetly. "Because I know the secret and you don't."

"I'll figure it out soon enough!" Erik growled, grabbing his mask and opening the door. "Good bye."

"Hey!" Jen shouted, giving him a slightly worried look. "Where are YOU going?"

"Out!" And with that he slammed the door shut, thoroughly frustrated with Jen's Game.

Author's Note- Yeah, kinda short…but meh…and can YOU figure out the game? Hehehe…much evil laughter If you can er…I'll do something special for you in the story! Hope you enjoyed and review!