Corrected January 2007

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CHAPTER FIVE

Emily awoke to the sound of music drifting in the air. She sat up and stretched and as she was about to get up out of the bed the curtains around her bed opened to reveal Tom standing with a glass of water.

"Here" he said handing the glass to her and sitting on the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling lass?"

"Like I just drank a fifth of vodka thanks"

Tom chuckled but then turned suddenly serious "He likes you you know"

Emily looked him straight in the face "What are you talking about?"

"Erik he likes you."

Emily didn't know what to think. Part of her wanted to laugh thinking it was a joke; the other part wanted it to be real. I mean this is the man she had dreamed about as a teenager she just never thought she would have a chance to meet him yet alone be with him, she did not want to fall in love with the man and then end up back in her own time.

"What are you thinking?"(Does any guy ever say that!) Tom asked

"Nothing I can explain." Emily smiled sadly "What time is it anyway?"

"About 3 in the morning, you have not been out that long." Tom shifted on the bed so that he was sitting up against the wings of the swan bed.

"What are you still doing up?" Emily asked draining the glass of water that Tom had brought her.

"I just got finished talking with Erik."

"About what?"

"Nothing really just this and that." Tom said evasively while shifting nervously.

Emily narrowed her eyes at him. "Tom how long have you known me?"

Tom searched his memory "Since we did the remake of Grease." He laughed a little. "You were still an unknown 15 I think you were. Your mum had just died and you were singing back up for Britney Spears. I think that's what 8 years?"

"Exactly! Your one of my best friends I know when you're lying so why don't you just tell me the truth?"

"Fine" Tom sighed, "We talked about his history or well our history of him and well...you." Tom knowing Emily's temper scooted a little away from her having been on the bad side of one too many of her slaps upside the head. For such a tiny women she was powerful.

"What about me?" Emily asked her voice rising a little bit in anger.

"Well he asked me about you. He thought that we were you know dating. I told him that we weren't. He wanted to know everything about you. I kind of told him about were your from, your family, your dreams or the ones you have told me. I told him just who you are really."

"You didn't tell him did you?" Emily asked with a notch of fear in her voice.

Tom knowing exactly what she was talking about answered "Yeah I did. I told him that you had Fibromyalgia. That you were sick some of the time."

Emily suddenly raised her hand and brought it down hard on Toms face. "How could you!" she screamed. "Why would you do this to me! Now he knows that I am damaged who would ever want me!"

Tom looked warmly at her "Your not damaged. You have a few problems so does Erik. And there are plenty of men around the world in our time that want you. Have you read People lately? If you hadn't noticed you were named The World's Sexist Women for the second year in a row."

"Plenty of men want me? Yeah they do but they don't about THAT. In case you've forgotten you ran when IT got to much for you!" Emily yelled.

Tom got angry and grabbed her by the shoulders "Don't you dare throw that in my face! You know that's not why we didn't work. We're better friends then lovers you know that! When I think back on our time as a couple I don't even think about you being sick!"

Emily broke down in tears "I'm sorry. I just feel like when I am with somebody that's all they see."

Tom put his arms around her as she sobbed "Lass that's not true and its time you see that. Maybe you should talk to Erik. He knows what you go through. It's worse for him people just see his face and nothing more."

Just as Tom had said this the curtains of the bed opened again and Erik walked in. "Tom would you mind if I borrow the mademoiselle for a few moments?"

Tom looked at Emily to see what she wanted and when she nodded and stood he said, "No go ahead."

TBC