First I have to say this, I love all of my reviewers, but to my friend 'Erik Phan': I don't roll that way. If you want this to turn Katey into some brainless person (which is the only reason she would go with Erik, seeing as he was earlier almost KILLING her, so thus she would be completely brainless if she still wanted Erik) who is like every other OC girl. I'm sorry, but I don't roll that way.

Anyway, onward we go!

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I could hear little electronic beeps, and at first the sound of something modern freaked the snot out of me (not literally) but I realized I was back in my own time.

I tried to open my eyes to see what the heck was going on, to make sure that I was only dreaming, and my eyes opened slowly and reluctantly to see that I was in a hospital room. A rather modern one at that.

A sudden ache compressed my chest until I thought my lungs would burst, and I suddenly had the urge to start screaming.

I had left Paris 1870 before I had gotten to the best part. Like eating the outside edges of a pop-tart and then you have to throw the insides, the very best part, away without even getting to get a glimpse of what it would be like.

I still had so much to do! I was supposed to be in Il Muto, and especially keep Erik from dropping the chandelier and killing Buquet and Piangi. I had to kiss Raoul still, no matter how selfish and mean that would be to Christine, it was something I had to do, and now I was being dragged unwillingly back to my own stupid time. No matter how much I felt like seeing my family and friends, I had unfinished business to take care of in my new life.

But just as I was thinking all of this, I could hear the door open, and someone in scrubs came in, saying "the doctor will be here shortly… Ah, here he is now." At the shock of hearing English for the fist time in weeks I struggled to figure out what her words meant, and it was only after she turned and left did I remember their meaning.

"Well, Mr. and Mrs. Douglas, I'm sorry, but I can only offer you two choices in the matter of Katey." The doctor said, gesturing to my supposed 'unconscious' form. It felt weird hearing my real name after so long of being called 'Fleur'.

"We can either keep her on artificial life support, or, we can, take her off." the doctor said, clearing his throat afterward. It took me a moment to understand what he meant.

Suddenly it hit me like a load of bricks.

I was on life support and Mom and Dad was the only thing keeping me from sending me into an early grave. I wanted to scream "HEY! I'M ALIVE! LOOK AT ME! I LIVE!" but I couldn't get my throat to vibrate. Panic flooded my veins with ice cold blood, and I tried to make my parents realize I was ok.

"Come ON! I know you people are just parents, but you can't be THIS BLIND!" I mentally screamed, trying futilely to get their attention.

I might have liked being back in my dream world, but I didn't want to die! I preferred living, thank you very much. Even if it was sometimes annoying and cruel to you, it still had key moments, like going to birthday parties and musicals and going swimming on those unbearably hot Texas summer days. And there was so much I still had to do! I wanted to be on Broadway, and meet Eric Chavez and Patrick Wilson, I still had to remake 'Gone with the Wind' and be married and have annoying little kids that drove you to your wits end, and… I didn't want to die!

I kept fluttering my eyelids until I thought they would just pop off, and my attempts at trying to contact my mom, who was nearest to the bed, didn't go unnoticed.

"Oh my God! Doctor Byron! Katey! She's awake! Oh my God!" My mother yelled when she looked over to me.

Immediately there were nurses and the doctor said, "Then we'll keep her here until she gets better…" but the rest of whatever he said was blurred out by something being stuck up in my arm. I tried to yell "GET THAT NEEDLE OUT OF ME! I'm perfectly fine, thank you very much!" for I'm deathly afraid of needles, but whatever they had in that needle sure worked good, because the next moment I was completely out.

I felt someone shaking my shoulder, and I opened my eyes quickly, expecting to see the hospital room again, but I saw instead the frightened looks of the Ballet girls.

"What's wrong?" I mumbled my speech blurry with sleep.

"You were screaming in your sleep." Christine whispered.

I thought back to what I was mentally yelling back in the hospital and I went red. I had said it aloud, just not in the right dimension.

"Oh…" I said meekly, trying unsuccessfully to hide my embarrassment. "I'm sorry, bad dream, you know." I bit my lip, wishing that the girls would stop staring at me.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Christine asked, her brows puckered with worry. Suddenly I thought that she looked an awful lot like Melanie Wilkes, with her skin so pale, and her love unwavering for all that I tried to steal her man. But that comical thought went away as quick as it came as I said, "I'm fine. I'm sorry for startling you all."

The girls gave me one final glance before turning away and going back to their beds. Only Meg and Christine stayed behind.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Meg asked, putting an arm around my shoulder.

"I…no. I'm sorry. I would rather just go back to sleep and forget it ever happened. I'm sorry again for waking you." I said, not knowing how I was supposed to tell them I dreamt about my mom and dad about to take me off of life support.

"We understand. But if you need anything, or want to talk, just let us know." Christine said, hugging me before she and Meg retreated back to their cots.

"You don't know the half of it." I thought after I lay back down, trying to get back to sleep. We had early rehearsals for "Il Muto" the next morning, and I was pretty sure that I would have to talk Erik out of killing Carlotta for the 50th time.

I sighed and rolled over. Why the heck couldn't Erik just leave me alone for one day? He was always just about scaring me to death, and then making me look like a freaking Smurf when I wouldn't tell him, well, whatever the heck he wanted to know.

What I couldn't understand was how Christine could still be in love with him. He was mean, cruel, and pretty obsessive. Ok, so he's incredibly sexy (I should slap myself for thinking that) and he sings like an angel (yea, the only proof of this is from watching Gerry on the DVD) and he was nice (HA! Only when he wanted something. And if being sweet didn't work, he resorted to his Punjab. Damn that stupid thing)

Then I thought of Clair, and how she would have gladly put up with that Punjab if only she got to gaze upon his glory (? The girl's a psycho if you ask me). I softly chuckled, thinking of our last conversation. We were talking about what we would do if we were stuck inside a phanfiction.

"I sort of changed my views on that, didn't I?" I thought, remembering how I said I would smack Christine upside the head for not choosing Raoul in the first place, and then smacking Carlotta upside the head for singing so bad. I laughed a little harder, thinking of how Carlotta's face would look if I came up to her, slapped her, and then say "That's for singing like a dying cow!" Then I thought of what Erik would say, and I mentally pictured the way his eyes would gleam with laughter… "What the hell? I'm thinking like Clair!" I thought, pinching my wrist until I almost yelped in pain.

I massaged my wrist until some of the pain eased away, and then I occupied my mind again with thoughts of my 'dream'. Would mom and dad really take me off of life support? I hoped to the Dear God above that I could stay alive. After all of this was over, the only thing I could ever hope to want was a nice cheeseburger and malt. The food here was good, but I had been harboring a craving for modern food for a while now. That and a nice hot shower, and my bed back home in my room, and seeing 'Wicked' like Mom promised I could for my fourteenth birthday, and going to go see another baseball game.

Oh how I wanted to know how my team, the Oakland Athletics, were doing. It was September and almost time for the play offs, and, oh! I would scream if they lost the AL West title to the Angels again! But, by the time I found out, it would probably be too late….

And I drifted back off into dream land, thinking about how great it would be just to be back at home…

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Ok, so I must admit, it was a rather A.D.Dish there, but hey, it's pretty much how our minds work. You think about something, and that reminds you of another thing, and that reminds you of something you saw on TV and then next thing you know you're miles away from where you started.

Also, the little Erik bit was only for the hope of getting a laugh (oh what wouldn't I do…)

So I hope you liked this chapter, and I hope that you don't hate my guts for making these chapters so short.

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