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Disclaimer: I don't own POTO, duh! But I do own any OC's I do not own Meg or Erik. Sadly..
Erik's eyes opened the next morning to see Meg sleeping near him. He nearly fell out of the bed at the sight of her sleeping body. She clutched onto the blankets; and her hair was flowing down her back like a waterfall. He could not bring himself go leave; he knew how awkward it would be if Meg woke to find him starring at her. He had remembered the kindness she'd shown him. How she never let him go while he was crying so hysterically. He did not know how he could thank her. She had stopped worrying about the ballet, her mother, everything, just to be sure he was OK.
He wouldn't let himself fall for her though. That was out of the question. After what had happened with Christine; he didn't know if he would allow himself to trust again. Meg was mumbling in her sleep; and her expression showed she was not having a bad dream. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of having someone with him. He acted as if he was not thinking. He rose his hand and brushed some of her blond hair off her shoulder. Her hair was softer than he thought it would be. She moved in her sleep; he drew his hand back and quickly closed his eyes. When he opened them again; he saw her face dangerously close to his. It would be easy for him to have kissed her at that moment; had he not been paralyzed with fear.
Erik could feel her soft breath on his mouth. He almost gave into his temptations; just as Meg had in the past. But he decided against it; and got out of bed, leaving her there.He went back down to his main room; and opened the forbidden closet. He pulled out a canvas; it had Meg's portrait drawn on it; her radiance was amazing. He was lost in her painted face.He quickly put it back in the closet that was filled with paintings he couldn't bring himself to throw away.
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Meg got up an hour or two after he had. He'd started to work on a piece of art; but had only gotten the sketch done. He saw her tiredly walk from the archway that lead to the bedroom.
"Erik..what time is it?" He looked from his sketch and up at Meg. He had been sitting at the desk sketching out the picture before painting it.
"I'm not sure. Time seems to stand still here; Carlotta's howling stopped about half an hour ago. So I suppose you missed practice." Her eyes shot open; she had to get back to the surface or she would be in trouble with her mother. Erik put down the charcoal he was using to sketch his painting; and escorted her back.
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She returned to the surface; and when her mother saw her; she scolded her for being late.
"Where were you? I was scared half to death!"
"Mother I'm fine." She replied. "Where I was is my own business. Am I to practice now?"
"Yes. Go to the practice room and work for two hours." Meg nodded and went to the room with the bar. Everyone else was gone; so she was able to focus on her dancing; or on Erik.
She was glad he calmed down; she was scared when she thought something happened to him. She nearly dropped the lunch when she heard him cry. He was hurting more than she thought he was; she never saw a man cry so hard;but she was glad she could help him.
"Meg." She snapped out of her trance; and looked towards the door where the voice had come. There in the doorway; stood a bright-eyed, brown-haired, good looking man.
"Sebastian!" She giggled; running to him and giving him a tight hug. "Sebastian! It's been forever! How did you get here?"
"A ship, three trains, and a carriage." He told her smartly. "I've come for you Meg. I missed you. I heard about the Opera Populaire; how it was burnt down, and my god. I was so scared. I thought you'd died."
"You know me better than that." She giggled. "I'm not one to die over some little fire." Sebastian held her in his arms; squeezing her body tightly.
"still. I've been your friend for years Megara.I would have been devastated if I'd lost you." Meg pulled away and looked at him in his brown eyes.
"I know. But how did you take three trains a ship and a carriage; when you've lost all your money?"
"I've got my ways. Oh Megara; how is your mother? Christine-?"
"Don't say that name." She snapped. "I hate her." That was the first time she had openly admitted she hated Christine. Sebastian didn't say anything; doing what she had asked of him.
"Megara, do you remember? Those days we spent together; reading to each other; those evenings when we rested under that apple tree and told each other our dreams for the future?"
"Oh yes." Meg smiled. "You wanted to be an emperor. You wanted a whole country; and you said I would be your queen." She looked at him now; and laughed. "Look at you now; no money at all to your name; and you had some mysterious way of getting here."
"Meg, you've followed your dream, you've become a ballerina. Good that a dream came true for one of us."
"Sebastian, what became of Alex?"
"Alex? Oh him, you did not know?" She shook her head. "He became a doctor. In fact; he works here in Paris! I would have thought you'd have kept in touch with him of most of all out of the two of us."
"Let's go see him!" Meg declared; Sebastian nodded and the two left for the hospital were Alexander worked.
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Erik blew into the palm of his hands. The basement of the Opera house got so cold. He hated when the coldness would rush over him. He was making something for Meg. Since he was little; he had learned how to make things, like dolls. But he never had much of a need for one; he'd made the monkey he played with as a child; so he thought that if he made a doll for Meg, she might like it.
But he was unsure. It wasn't very good; because it wasn't one of his strong points. But he did know how to sew; having to alter his clothing so that it would fit him as he grew. He'd sewn a little rag doll with blond hair. He'd sewn wings made from odds and ends onto the dolls back; but the more of the doll he got done; the less he had confidence that she would like it.
He was trying to repay her for her kindness. Her care for him when he cried; was strange to him. No one had ever stayed with him when he cried; hell, no one was ever around to see him cry. Meg however; stayed strong for him; and stayed with him until he'd fallen asleep. It made him wonder why he loved Christine in the first place; then he remembered.
Her voice.
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Alex was at his desk; going over some medical reports. He had black hair that hung in his eyes; and a white coat over his shoulders. A few nurses went in and out of his office; asking what he had for them to do. Alex was no longer that child Meg and Sebastian had known. He'd grown up. Much like his own father. When a nurse with a rack big enough to host a B-B-Q on; and asked what he wanted her to do; he would curl his lips and say:
"Strip." But she would laugh it off and he would tell her of a patient that needed her assistance. But as she walked out; he would watch her ass.
When Meg and Sebastian came into his office; it was a great reunion. Meg couldn't believe that one of her old friends had become a doctor and she had not known it. Sebastian, after he, Alex, and Meg had a good reunion; he asked Alex for a job.
"Sebastian." Alex told him gently. "This is a place of medicine, you are a man of-of-power. Perhaps Meg can find an opening for you."
"Well.." Meg hesitated after Sebastian looked at her pathetically. "A few of the male dancers were killed in the fire, we could use more; but you need to talk to Andre', and Firmin before you can come to practice."
yep. I needed something to make it last a bit longer and be a real-real-Forwarder. I would have called it a page turner but this is not a book. No pages. Or-hmm...I guess it could be called a page turner; considering it comes up on a page on the computer. OK; my head hurts now. Anywho; Sebastian and Alex are characters on Harvest Moon. Two diffrent games but still. Alex is a doctor from: Magical Melody; and Sebastian is an old guy off of A Wounderful Life. I hope you liked this chappie! REVEIW YOU SILLY GREASE MONKEYS!
Erik: Oh yeah, thats going to get them to reveiw.
Me: It got you in my room didn't it?
Erik: No! You hog tied me and stuffed me in a bag! You knocked me out and when I woke up I was in your closet! Don't you know how scarring that was?
Me: But-! I did give you a blanket right?
Erik: yeah. After you stole my clothes and went running around the neighborhood screaming: "I AM THE PHANTOM!"
Me: Ah yeah. That was great.
Erik:do you people see now why I hate her?
