A/N: Muha, I'm in a fanfiction! Several actually… under several different names, anyways love to all those who put me in their stories. Dun own Witches of Eastwick either.

Henriette enjoyed the lunch immensely, although she was more interested in talking than eating and had to get a second lunch when she reluctantly left Erik's house. The talked, and Erik spoke to a waitress in Japanese just to confuse her because Henriette dared him to, and they both had 'Cats' stuck in their heads and kept humming. The few hours were kind of a blur. All she knew was that they never got further than hugs (and for Henriette and her friends hugs were like breathing) and no one mentioned the masks. They didn't mention their own or the other person's. Erik kissed the back of her hand before as she mounted her motorbike and that was it.

And now she was stuck cooking dinner for Angelique so they could share gossip. But there was no gossip to share. There was no way she would say what had happened in the music room. To Angelique it would be nothing, but she wasn't THERE she hadn't felt the buzz of sitting next to the pianist.

Well she had, but never alone like that. Henriette dreamed about things like that. Angelique was too normal – she wouldn't understand.

Henriette had been too depressed about leaving Erik to think straight so she simply cooked a stir fry to her secret recipe and mixed cocktails for the two of them. At least she didn't have to worry about desert.

By the time Angelique arrived (late, as usual) Henri had got the DVD ready and set dinner out on the table in front of the TV. She was all set to just enjoy herself; there was even some cookie dough ice-cream still in the freezer. Angelique enjoyed the Chinese style stir fry but she enjoyed probing for gossip even more. She'd brought an apple pie and she wasn't parting with it until Henriette parted with the important details of Lunch with Erik.

"Nothing really happened; we had Sushi – that was about it." Henri lied; the music was her moment…

"Henriette you are not a good liar and you never have been now tell me the truth, what are you hiding!" Angelique persisted, tugging at the bottom of Henriette's bandana.

A hand shot up and grabbed Angelique's wrist so she couldn't pull the mask too hard. "I'm not hiding anything! Honestly! We talked, we ate sushi, we went home, we…" went into the music room and he played me some beautiful music he'd written and… "…we just talked! I didn't mention his mask and he didn't mention mine. We hugged. End of."

Angelique refused to take that as an answer and shook her head, "No you didn't. You did something interesting. Why won't you tell me?"

"There's nothing to tell!" Henriette snapped, pulling Angelique's hand away from her bandana and in doing so tugging the bandana loose.

"Henriette I'm sorry I…" Angelique started, shuffling backwards, dropping the bandana.

Henriette turned away, grabbing it and tying it back on firmly before she even spoke. "Nothing happened." She growled, "Just drop it okay."

Angelique tentatively reached out and touched Henriette on the shoulder, "I didn't mean to do that Henri, if you don't want to tell me that's fine but I know there was something." What on earth happened? Was it bad? "I should go…"

Henriette turned and grabbed Angelique's arm. "No stay, we'll watch the Witches of Eastwick or something and sing along. Please?"

Angelique nodded. "Be right back." She said, zipping over to the fridge freezer and returning with two dessert sporks, her apple pie and the ice cream. They settled down together and watched. The strained silence soon melting back into a hyper singing fest…

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Erik sat in the music room with the song, playing it repeatedly with the lights low and the piano lit by one spotlight. He started from the beginning, playing a few bars of introduction and suddenly his powerful voice filled the dark space.

"Past the point of no return…

No backward glances,

The games we've played till now are at an end.

Past all thought of if or when…

No use resisting!

Abandon thought and let the dream descend…"

He sighed and threw the papers onto the lid of the piano. A quiet mew from beneath the stool told him that Sheeba was settling down beneath his seat and it was late. Very Late – Sheeba generally didn't get in until the small hours of the morning. With a sigh Erik heaved himself out of the seat, ignoring the protests from his stiff limbs, and made his way into the kitchen.

As he poured himself a glass of water he wondered why Henriette had left so quickly. She had been enjoying the music, she was laughing and clapping and generally in good spirits so what made her give such a speedy exit? He searched through the events bit by bit. It had been when he played something she recognised and she had sung quietly. He'd turned to look at her and that… THAT was the moment she had changed. In the second she realised he was looking at her she went from being loud and happy to being really self-conscious, even tugging the edges of that queer bandana before she eventually made excuses, hugged him and told him she'd had a wonderful day and left. Just… left.

Was it my mask? He lifted it off his face and downed the drink slowly. No…was it her mask? Erik shook his head and replaced the mask, tomorrow he would have to find out what had happened. Perhaps it was best not to probe, but Erik didn't care. He wanted her to like him and if he'd done something wrong he had to know.

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When Angelique finally left hours later Henriette was in much better spirits. Angie was slightly shaken by the fight but she knew Henri, her moods changed faster than the blink of an eye, but something had happened that had shaken her up and by the time Angelique had left she was determined to find out what. This relationship was going to work for Henriette if she had to threaten Erik with a gun.

After all – it was sort of her fault that Henri had fallen for the mysterious masked marauder in the first place and she was damn sure that Erik liked Henriette back.

This would work for them – on pain of Angelique.

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Andrew was innocently unaware of everything that was going on, so let's not waste time with him.

A/N: Hahaha… retarded last sentence. I'm tired, yet still I type. See how devoted I—Zzzzzzzzz…. R&R loves!