Author's Note- Yay! Reviews! Thank you much for reviewing guys! This chapter is kinda boring, but it sets up what is going on…for now at least…

The Mouse in the Opera- Hehe, thank you )

Araiona Dubois- I haven't had it done, but I can see my sister's friends doing it to my poor muse…or not so poor muse…I gave him ice cream didn't I! MY ice cream!

Erik- you are over reacting Jen…

Jen- er…yes…thanks for reviewing!

Kalaia- Thank you! I am glad you liked it!

Tallacus- Hehe, yes…Erik is rather sentimental at times though! He rarely shows it, but I've seen him cry…

Erik- I do not! The Phantom doesn't cry!

Jen- Yes you do!

Chapter 2

Southampton

Jessica looked around the dock, trying to find the others in her party. Where were they? Where was she? She looked at her clothes, they were in an early 1900's style. What was they day? Who was she? She felt…different. Not that it mattered. Jessica stared wide-eyed at the spectacular sight around her. She looked at the dress- it looked expensive and new, and wondered once more where she was. It was so…different. She must have looked out of place, just looking around as if she were the only person on the crowded dock. Just then a female voice called to her, and she turned. "Miss Mary! Miss Lefevre!" That name, why did it sound familiar? Oh yes, it was her name. Mary Lefevre. "Yes Trudy?" she asked, glancing at the maid. "What are you doing? We must go aboard!"

"What?" Mary gave her a strange look. "No time to stand around! The ship is leaving in 15 minutes!"

"What ship?" Mary asked, giving her maid a strange look. "The Titanic of course!" Mary looked up to see the behemoth of a ship looming before her. It was new…the maiden voyage. The part in her that was still Jessica gasped, she was about to board the Titanic! Just then another familiar voice shouted to her. She turned to see her friend Heavenn, or she thought it was, walking toward her. Or was it? She looked a good deal like Rose Bukater, the Rose. It made too much sense, the Jessica side thought- her friend was in love with Jack. "Jessica!" Heavenn shouted, grinning. "We are going to go on the Titanic! It's a miracle!"

Heavenn , who was obviously stunned to be a part of the Titanic and not even thinking that she had a fifty percent chance of dying…

Mary, who was still in awe of the ship , began walking with her maid to the entrance of the ship. It was all she ever wanted in one, except for having her own adopted muse. She walked through halls of bright colors and dull, and on walkways she wasn't allowed on. Heavenn, following close behind, forced her to go to the third class to find Jack Dawson. ( She knew the story…by heart).

Mary was only a first class girl who was really eager to eat cruise line bread and chicken. At least the Jessica side of her was. She only wanted to learn who she was, and if her character in time went down. She was French, and the grand-daughter of the former managers of the French Opera House. Not to mention her training of ballet and singing for the opera herself.

It was a windy day at sea, her waving orange hair swaying over her eyes. She had followed Heavenn all day in third class until she finally ran away. Now, on the 1st class deck, she watched the waves roll by. She was hungry and still eager for French bread, remembering the cruises she had been on. Mary turned away from the rail, deciding to see when dinner was to be served. She walked down the hallway, absorbed in her own thoughts. That is, until she ran into someone she thought she once knew. No one other than the Phantom of the opera himself.

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Jen watched the area around her closely, unsure where she was. Granted, it looked familiar, but she really couldn't be sure. The man beside her was impeccably well dressed, wealthy she could tell, and knew, and smiled at her through his white half-mask. It gleamed in the sunlight. "Well, my dear," he said, smiling at her, "What do you think?" Jen smiled at Erik. "It is quite nice." She remarked, smiling back. She felt different here, and it wasn't just the uncomfortable clothing she was in. She felt…older, more mature. Of course she did! She was 20, and the daughter of a wealthy Englishman, engaged to Monsieur Destler, a composer for the French Opera. Erik kept her close as they walked down the street, getting closer to the ship each step. Jen didn't let the 1912 mind take over though, she was still very much Jen Leeper, a 16 year old percussion player from the United States. She grinned at Erik, he was the same Phantom he had always been.

They walked up the ramp to the ship and were lead to their large cabin where they found their luggage waiting for them. "This is going to be strange, Erik…" she muttered. She was in a dream, of course, she had to be! Or did she? She might never know, but for now, awe took over. She and Erik walked around the deck of the massive ship, arm in arm, getting as many smiles from well-wishing fellow first class members as strange looks cast at Erik's mask. He seemed a bit…tense, Jen thought. He wasn't much of a people person. Then again, neither was she. After a long while she found herself back in their room, just sitting and reading next to Erik. "What are we going to do?" he asked after a long while. "Hmm?"

"About the sinking." Erik seemed slightly worried. Of course, he should- most men didn't make it off. "I have what we need." Jen said, pulling a remote-control out of her bag. She didn't know where it came from, but she knew very well what it was. She grinned when he gave her a very strange look. "First of all my dear, this is probably just a dream." 16 year old Jen was coming out again. "But if it isn't- unlikely- we shall use this, my wonderful magic remote, to simply teleport somewhere else!" He gave her a disbelieving look. "Uh-huh…" he nodded his head as if to say 'yeah…right…'. Jen smiled sweetly. "I'm gonna explore- you only sail on the Titanic once."

Erik watched her leave then rolled his eyes. He never could understand her. She was a problem in 12 languages. He went back to reading. He figured he would never understand women, but he understood books and music well enough.

A few hours later, Jen still hadn't returned. Erik was getting worried, which he always thought was odd. She harassed and annoyed him to no end, but he didn't want something to happen to her. With a sigh he dug through his bag to find his trusty Punjab lasso, pulled it out, put it in his pocket, and left the room. He searched the deck, but with little success. He decide to go around once more, before a red-haired girl bumped into him, knocking them both over. "Erik?" the teenaged girl asked, giving him a strange look. "Yes…do I know you?"

"It's me! Jessica!" she said, grinning. He stood up and studied her. Erik could see a similarity between her and Jen's sister, and smiled. "Finally, someone else. Have you seen Jen?"

"Um…no…but Heavenn is now Rose, and she was down below, searching for Jack." Mary told him. Erik nodded, that made sense. "Alright, well, let's look for them." He suggested. The pair walked down, deciding to look for Heavenn first. The found her, walking back up the stairs to prepare for dinner. "Hey…Erik…" Rose said, smiling at him. Erik didn't smile- he rarely did. "I am going to head to our room…Jen might have returned."

"Ok, we are going to get ready for dinner." Mary said, and the party split. Erik found Jen waiting for him. "Where'd you go?" she asked smiling that way she smiled when she thought she knew something he didn't. "To find you. Dinner is in a few minutes, and I found your sister and her friend." He told her, looking himself over in the mirror. Jen sighed and opened one of the suitcases, then grimaced. "I hate these clothes…" she muttered, pulling out a dress for the evening. Erik smirked. "Perhaps I packed for you?" he suggested, making her glare at him. "How thoughtful." She muttered, taking the outfit into the bathroom to change.

When finished, she met with Erik outside their room. Heavenn and Jessica- or Rose and Mary, she corrected herself- were also there. "So, it isn't a dream…" Mary said, smiling. Rose just grinned. "I guess…but there is only one way to tell…" Jen told them. "And that would be?" Erik questioned. "Pinch someone." With that she grabbed the Phantom's arm and pinched tightly, nails drawing blood. He gave her a look filled with fury, but she smiled. Erik reached into his coat to find his Punjab lasso and looked ready to kill Jen, but thought better of it and put it away. Just then Mary frowned. "I just realized…you are going to end up with Jack…and you get Erik…" she said, pointing to each person in turn. "But who do I get? I don't want to be on the Titanic alone!"

"I can fix that!" Jen said, whipping out her remote. She grinned, then began pressing buttons. There was a puff of smoke, then a person appeared. Jen gasped as Christine Daae appeared. "Erik! Angel! I have been looking for you everywhere! Where have you been? I decided to leave Raoul…I love you! Marry me angel!" Erik gave a strange, almost frightened look and cowered behind Jen. Jen glared at Christine. The singer attempted to get to Erik, but Jen grabbed her. "Mary?" she asked. Mary grabbed Christine's other arm, and together they dragged the struggling woman to the side of the boat and tossed her over. "I do hope she can swim…" Jen commented dryly. Erik looked stunned, and slightly disappointed. "Suck it up Erik. She's not good enough for you. And, sorry about that…I hit a wrong button…" Jen said, pulling the remote out once more She pressed more buttons, and there was another puff of smoke. Mary smiled as none other than the Vicomte Raoul de Chagny appeared.

"Where did Christine go…" he mused, not seeming to know he was in a different place. Jen, Erik, Mary, and Rose all pointed to where they had tossed Christine overboard. The soprano's screaming and splashing could still be heard. Raoul walked to the side and yelled out "Can I have my ring back?" They couldn't hear Christine's reply however. Just then Raoul turned around and noticed where he was. "Hey…this isn't Paris!" he exclaimed. "No kidding…" Jen muttered. The vicomte looked at the small group then at the girl standing a few feet away. He smiled at Mary, who smiled back. He then looked at the group again and his eyes widened when he saw Erik. "YOU!"

"Me?" Erik asked. "Yes…why…why are YOU here?"

"I could ask you the same question monsieur." Erik replied coldly, his hand searching for his lasso. Jen tried not to laugh. "Alright…can we forget this whole Phantom of the Opera thing before someone gets killed?" she asked and they both glared at her. "Or not…" Jen shrugged.

"Just stay away from me." Erik snarled, then turned to Jen and roughly grabbed her arm. "Let's go to dinner." He said, and walked away, nearly dragging her after him. Rose walked after them. Raoul smiled and went to Mary. "Would you care to accompany me?" he asked charmingly. "Of course no sir." She replied, and they followed after the others.