Phantom of the Summerhouse

Disclaimer: Awww do I have to do this everytime. (sighs) Oh well, no I still don't own POTO, but I have cookies (yum. Gets up and starts eating cookies.)

Fanfic Summary: Dedicated to one of the most glorious times of the year, SUMMER. Continues the story after the 2005 POTO movie. Erik finally has a home in his new summerhouse. Christine and Raoul are married, but something in the midst of this hot summer just went wrong.

Pokes fun at "the things we people do during summer". Hence, the parody and humour genre. Enjoy!


Chapter 1: It's summer, let's go on a Vacation!

The streets of Paris had never been busier since the big opera house fire incident that happened two months ago. Many men are pitching in to help clean up the rubble and to rebuild the fallen Opera Populaire. Now that the hot month of June has arrived, bringing in the most scorching heat wave known to Parisians, everyone is trying to keep cool, and beat the heat of Mother Nature.

Even the massive, luxurious abode of Christine and Raoul De Chagney cannot escape the relentless heat of the summer sun. And it seems the married couple is experiencing a very uncomfortable day inside.

"It's so hot today." Christine said as she fanned herself with a small white feather fan, pacing back and forth across the living room, trying to keep her mind busy from the heat. "It's like the sun can just melt anything."

"Yeah, just like yesterday, and the day before yesterday, and…" Raoul replied.

"Yes, I see where this is going." Christine interrupted Raoul before he could pick up momentum to ramble on how unbearably hot the rest of the previous days were. She sat down on a chair and sighed. "There's got to be a way to beat this city heat wave."

Raoul went silent for a few seconds, thinking of a plan to alleviate their weather dilemma. Without warning, Raoul quickly stood up from his chair, with a smile on his face and an idea in his mind.

"I have an idea…"

"If this is one of your weird ideas on how to beat the summer heat, like buying ice and snow from Iceland, then my answer is no." Christine was definitely prepared to prevent her husband from jumping into action with his bizarre, half-baked plans.

"No no no, Christine, this time it's different." Raoul reassured his wife. "I just remembered that I have a wonderful summerhouse on top of a hill located a few miles away from Paris. It even has a nice, cold lake beside it."

"Hmmm… I like the sound of this place." Christine thought.

"I say we go to our summerhouse and spend the rest of the summer there till autumn comes, that way by the time we come back to Paris the heat wave would be gone."

"That's actually a great idea." Christine said. "Finally, things are looking up now."

"Then what are we waiting for, let's go!" Raoul darted out of the door, excited.

"Wait, Raoul!" Christine stood up and trailed right behind Raoul, until she finally caught up with her husband and grabbed him by the end of his shirt, prompting him to stop. "You haven't even packed your clothes for the trip yet!"

"Oh, guess I almost forgot to pack my stuff, from all this excitement." Raoul said. "Or maybe the heat is getting to me lately."

"I believe it's a bit of both, but more on the latter." Christine joked.

"What did you say?"

"Oh, it's nothing." Christine giggled. "Anyway, let's start packing now, the sooner we do, the sooner we can escape this heat and have fun."

"Indeed." Raoul and Christine went upstairs into their bedroom to pack their clothes, determined to have some summer fun on their first summer season together as a happily married couple.