A/N-Since I felt guilty about taking so long I decided to get another chapter up.Thanks reviewers.You know who you are since I only seem to have two.Well you two rock.Oh yes,mostly Antoinette&co.Now you can enjoy.And I forgot what Phillipe's whole name was so don't sue mebecause I was guessing.

Disclaimer-If you're looking for who owns Phantom or That 70s Show,than as Bob Dylan once wrote, "It ain't me babe,No no no,It ain't me babe.It ain't me your lookin' for."
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It is a weekend and the gang is getting ready to go to a club.Phillipe is already done and is just pacing around the room when he hears someone.

"Phillipe,are you there?" asks Antoinette from a distance.

The young Viscount looks up toward the voice. "Yes.I'm right in here." responds Phillipe. He starts to strike a manly pose in an attempt to make the ballerina swoon at the sight of him,but as she enters the room it becomes a bit more of the opposite.

Antoinette comes into the room in a dazzling red dress.All that Phillipe can do is drop his jaw and stare.She notices the attention she's getting from him. "Why are staring at me?"

"You are so..." the noble gets at a loss for words, "opera house."

She gives him a bit of a confused look. "Thank you...I think.So should we..."

"Shhhhh." commands Phillipe cutting her off mid-sentence. "Let me just...gaze at you for a few more minutes."

Antoinette giggles at this. "Allright.Let's just..."

"NO!" shouts Phillipe. He looks at her for 10 more seconds. "Okay,I'm good now." The pair links arms and walks off.

Now we see Phillipe,Firmin,Andre,and Antoinette approach the club.Erik comes trailing behind them.

"People here are strange yet friendly." mused the still innocent boy.

"Why would you say that?" asked Firmin.

"Well," started Erik "as I was walking behind you guys these two women on a street corner offered to have sexual relations with me!" He looks at them all with awe in his eyes.

"They do it for money Erik." said Andre breaking Erik's impression of the two ladies.

"I could never ask them for money!" exclaimed Erik in horror.

"Exactly." replied Andre.He than thought for a bit,which made his eyes grow wide in excitement. "Or could you?"

They all give Andre a strange look.They than turn their attention towards the bouncer.

Antoinette looks around at the huge crowd in doubt. "This crowd is so big.I wonder how long we will have to wait?Let's go ask." She than leads the way towards the bouncer. "Excuse me sir,but how long..."

The bouncer takes one look at her. "You're in!" declared the bouncer as he lifted the velvet rope to let her in.

"Thanks! This is wonderful!" She starts to head toward the door. The four boys start to follow her when the bouncer pushes them back.

"Not you."

The ballerina hears this and turns around.She looks a bit worried. "Oh.Maybe I should just wait for you guys."

"No.We're going to be in there really soon.I bet we're next.Just goon in!" insisted the Viscount.

"Allright.I'll see you in there than!" She than turns around and darts into the club.

Firmin looks at the other guys in the group. "You're probably right,Phillipe. It's probably some fire code thing. They just don't want to overload the club." Everyone else nods in agreement. But just as they all agreed four guys walked up to the bouncer ,and he let them in.

Erik became enraged at this. "What is happening? We were next!"

The bouncer merely shook his head at this. "No you aren't."

"What do you mean we're not next?" asked Andre.

"Well,poodle, my job is to let the cool people in and the nerds out." simply stated the bouncer.

"Those poor idiotic nerds!" exclaimed Erik. He than starts to laugh,when he realizes something. "Ohhhhhhh,we are the nerds! You made me call myself idiotic! You must die!" He than tries to lunge at the bouncer ,but the boys hold him back. "Lucky for you that I forgot my Punjab lasso!" shouted the mad genius before his friends got him out of hearing distance.

One hour later and the guys are still outside.

Firmin walks up to Phillipe. "Did giving the bouncer ten francs work?"

Phillipe looks at his tall friend cynically. "Yes it did,Firmin.That is why I am in the club right now." said the Vicomte sarcastically.

Suddenly Antoinette comes back outside. "I have been searching for you guys all over! This place is great! Why aren't any of you in there?"

Phillipetries to explain. "Oh,but we did go inside.We saw youand waved ,but you were uhhhhh..."

"Dancing." provided Erik.

"Exactly!"shouted Phillipe. "Than we walked around at went through this ummmmm..."

"Door." offered Firmin.

"Yes!" shouted Phillipe oncemore."We went through a door,got locked out,and now here we are standing..."

"In line?" said Andre rather unsurely.

"Correct!" yelled Phillipe. "So just go back in.We're like the next ones in anyways."

The ballerina looks at them suspicously.Hergaze softens."Okay.So when you guys get back in try and find me." She than walks back in the club.

The bouncer smirks at them. "Real smooth."

Firmin's spirit raises at this. "Smooth enough to let us in?"

The bouncer chuckles."No."

Erik storms up to the bouncer. "You have to let me in!"

"Why? Didn't you just threaten to kill me?"

"Don't worry.He does that to a lot of people." explained Phillipe.

"I'll tell you why you should let me in!" yelled Erik. "Because I can put on one awesome party!" He than starts to perform some magic tricks and uses a bit of his ventriloquism.He even goes as far as singing for some of the ladies in the crowd.When he is done,everyone applauds him ,and he bows.

The bouncer looks at him with new found approval in his eyes. "Okay.You can come in." He than lifts the rope to let the young boy in.

"Awesome!" He starts to run in,but not before turning around to taunt his friends. "So long nerds!"

One hour later and the three of them are still outside.

Firmin and Phillipe try to rush at the door,but the bouncer comes up and grabs them both by the collar before they can reach the door.

"So much for the 'There is no way he could stop us both.' theory." said Phillipe bitterly to Firmin.

"I think that I could make it." said Andre bravely. "He would never be expecting someone to try it again." And with that he tried to sneak up to the door and go in.But just like before the bouncer grabbed him by the collar and threw him to the side.

"Who would have thoughtthat wouldn't of worked?" asked Phillipe rather sarcastically.

Firmin glared at the bouncer.He was now very angry. "This is a travesty! Did we wake up in a dictatorship this morning!"

"I don't think we did." replied Andre.

"That's right! We didn't!" Firmin than marches up to the bouncer. "I want to tell you something,buddy! You are supporting a false system,sir! Because one day people will wake up and smell the coffee ,and they are going to realize that not everyone fits into your idea of cool! And when those people do, I wil be there to lead through the streets! We will than rise up and put you on trial! Than we willstorm down the streets with your head on a stick!" He finishes his speechand rises to the bouncer's level.

The bouncer nods his head at him in approval. "Great political outrage.You can come in." He than lifts the rope to let Firmin in.

"Cool." He turns back to his friends. "See you later."

Phillipe watches pitifully as Firmin goes in.

Andre looks after him also and tris a lame attempt at the same type of political outrage. "Like he said.The revolution will soon be upon us...and your back will be against the...wall and stuff...DAMN! Just let me in please! My friends are in there! Including his girlfriend!" He points at Phillipe.

The bouncer looks at them in suprise. "That hot thin girl is your girlfriend?"

"Yes."answers Phillipe.

The bouncer shakes his head. "I thought that was your sister or something. What does she see in you?"

The young noble looks like he has been slapped in the face by this comment. "What does she see? What does she see? I will tell you ,good sir, what she sees! She sees Phillipe Georges Marie de Chagny! Or as you commoners might refer to me as, the Vicomte de Chagny!"

The bouncer paled at this revelation. "I am so sorry.Of course you can come in.Please don't arrest me." He than lifts the rope so that Phillipe may enter.

The Viscount smiles at this. "Thank you very much.See you later Andre." He than proceeds to go in.

Andre looks at him in dismay.He than turns his attention towards the bouncer once more."Well if she was my girlfriend ,and the bouncer than I would be in the club." The bouncer still doesn't let him in. "Dumbass!" yells Andre. "You heard me! I insulted you." He than walks off to figure something out.

Another hour later and Andre comes around a corner with a cup in his hand.

"So that was two creams in the coffee,right?" asks the short boy as he gives the bouncer his cup.He watches him guzzle down the drink."So I guess I can just...go inside." He starts to move towards the rope.

The bouncer starts to lift it. "Ye..." He than lowers it. "No."

Andre's face lowers in disappointment.But slowly the frown is replaced by a mischievous grin. "Well,despite what you say,I am going to get into that club very soon."

The bouncer gives him a confused look. "What do you mean by that? There is no way you are...going...t..t..to.." Suddenly the bouncer's body jolts.He clutches his stomach,gives Andre a questioning look,and collapses on the ground.

Andre snickers at this. "Rule number one...Don't ever trust someone who hangs out with a kid who wears a mask . Rule number two...Don't let said kid get your coffee for you. Rule three...I rule." And with this lame little add on Andre stepped over the bouncer and went towards the door to start enjoying his evening.
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A/N- I know that a bunch of people do that whole 'Ye...no' thing ,but I would like to say that I got it from my friend Nate.Thanks Nate.
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Erik never knew his father,but that is about to change...

Erik is just up in the rafters enjoying the ongoing practice whenAndre rushes up to him.The disfigured boy gives his friend a strange look asAndre is very red in the face and is having difficulty breathing. "What are you doing here,Andre?" asked the little ghost impatiently.

Andre huffed in the air a bit more before answering in very choppy breaths. "There...is...this guy...down there...He
is...asking...around...for Erik." He inhales very deeply befor continuing. "He's been yelling 'DO YOU KNOW AN ERIK? DO YOU KNOW AN ERIK?' People have been giving him the strangest looks.I went up to him and told him that I knew an Erik so here I am." The young man puts his hands on his hips and leans back on the railing. "You should consider a better hang out spot.It's so hard to get up here!"

The soon to be Phantom freezes at the mention of this man.Without saying anything he hurries down the rafters towards the area that Andre had come from.He soon comes upon a man that is frantically running everywhere screaming for the whereabouts of an Erik.The boy goes behind the man and taps him on the back.The man turns around to respond to the tap,when he looks down and sees Erik.At the sight of the half-mask his eyes widen in recognition.

"ERIK! IT IS YOU! I HAVE FOUND YOU AT LAST!" yelled the man in excitement.He than picked up the shocked boy and started to hug him.

Erik,not used to this kind of reaction from people, struggles to get out of the man's grip.He finds it a bit hard to get out ,as the man seemingly has an iron grip. Erik is finally able to get out of the hold with a good kick between the stranger's legs.The man collapses on to the ground clutching his private area. Fortunately for Erik,the only ones who saw him do this was Firmin who came running up to Erik.

"Whoa.Why did you just kick this guy,Erik?" asked Firmin.

"Because this psychopath began to hug me for no good reason." Erik looks at the man on the floor. "Why did you hug me,monsieur?"

The man looked up at the disfigured boy with tears in his eyes. "Because...I am your father."

Erik and Firmin's eyes widen at this."Oh." said the son very simply. "So I guess that means I should do this." Erik walks toward the injured man,and his father thinks that he is going to help him up.Instead he kicks him in the stomach.

"Oooooooo." says Firmin painfully,as if it had just happened to him.

Erik's father writhes his body in pain. "I guess I sort of deserved that." weezed the man before he slowly gets up.Seeing the murderous glare in his son's eyes he takes a few steps back.

"So you are Erik's father." remarked Firmin. "I have heard a few things about you here and there."

Erik's dad's face brightens a bit at this. "I hope they were all good things." said the man happily.

The disfigured boy glares at his father. "If abandoning your only child is a good thing ,than ,yes." says the boy bitterly.

His father tries to chuckle to shrug off the awkwardness.He just winces instead as it hurts his stomach.He looks longingly at his son. "You look better.You have your mother's eyes and my hair. How long has it been?"

"13 years and 21 days." spouts the genius immediately.

His father grimaces a bit at how quickly it took for him to respond. "Wow.Time really goes by when you are..."

"Off neglecting your family?" answers Erik.

His father once again gets an uncomfortable look. "Huh.I was going to say 'having fun' but same thing.I've been looking for you for a while.And now I've found you again we can be happy!"

"Happy?" questions Erik. "Wait,let me get this straight. YOU tried to LOOK for ME after YOU had LEFT ME! Well that just makes you father of the year.See you later papa." He starts to walk away ,thinks better of it, and gives his father one more kick to the shins before leaving. "See you around 'dad'." says Erik mockingly. "If you can still walk." mutters the young boy before he disappears into the shadows.

Firmin looks after the shadow.He than turns his attention to the figure writhing around the floor in pain. "Charming young man he has become."

Later,Firmin has just finished relating the story to Antoinette and Phillipe.

Antoinette looks at Firmin in suprise as he finishes. "His father is back! I should talk to Erik to see how he is feeling." she than starts to get up so that she can talk to her friend.

Firmin reaches out a hand to stop her. "Antoinette,you of all people know how Erik is.He likes to bottle things up."

Phillipe nods his head in agreement. "And that's exactly how it should be.So good for him that he bottles it up."

Antoinette glares at the Viscount. "It is because he bottles things up that he breaks into murderous rants! And what should he do,pretend his father doesn't exist!"

Phillipe simply shrugs. "Fine.Go and talk to him.Stick your nose where it doesn't belong."

"I will." the ballerina than storms out in search of her masked friend.

After searching for him all over the opera house,she finally finds him in his house.

The ballerina approaches the young boy cautiously. "Are you allright,Erik? I heard about your recent discovery."

The masked boy didn't even turn around. "I am perfectly fine. I can do without that oaf of a man that calls himself my father."

"Well maybe now is your opportunity to get to know him better." said the ballerina hopefully. "You could start to make some wonderful memories."

Erik turns to face her and starts to go deep into thought.He pictures his father walking along a stage ,when suddenly a trap door opens from underneath him ,and he falls down it.Erik comes running out of the shadows and starts to point and laugh down at the hole. He than pictures him and his father practicing with a Punjab lasso.His father than hands the lasso to him to see how he will do.Instead of throwing towards the intended target,Erik drapes the piece of catgut around his father's neck and tugs until he gets knocked out.He than imagines himself waking from a horrible nightmare.His father comes in and hands him a bottle of wine to soothe his nerves.Erik takes a good swig,but when his dad tries to take the bottle back he holds on to it tightly and bops his father over the head withthe bottle.He than stops his little train of thought. A large smile soon appears on his face. "I think that is asplendid idea."
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A/N-There you have it.Wow,this is like my longest chapter.If you are wondering what happens to Erik and his father well than those ideas should give you a good idea.I also have no intention of writing anything more of his father.So I hoped you like this though it was horribly long.