Authoress: Hello lovelies! Happy Sunday!

Erik: This episode of 'Time and Time Again' will be action packed, and by that I mean the original character and I will be laughing our buttocks off.

Authoress: *cough* Update or chapter. *cough*

Erik: *rolls eyes* Also, it will be packed with feels and mysteries that will all be explained later...

Authoress: *evil laughter*

Erik: And now the disclaimer: Authoress does not own anything but her OC. Now, shall we begin?

Authoress: *evil smile* Oh, yes. This will put them in a state of fangirling, or as I call it, fanwarrioring.

In no time, they were laughing and telling stories like old friends.

"Oh, okay, so one day," she said, "I'm sitting in a cafe with Haley. We were talking about this one boy I was interested in, and this guy overhears and walks up to the table. He says because we were having a heat wave that week, "Is it hot in here? Or is it just me?"

He cracked up. I continued, "And that's not all. His friends arrived, and they come up behind him, strike a ridiculous pose possible, and say, 'No…', Wait for it, ' it's us.'"

At that point, we were laughing like there was no tomorrow. I was holding my stomach tightly. Surprisingly, he fell off his piano bench and started rolling on the floor, which only made us laugh harder.

After an eternity, we finally stopped laughing, and I successfully pulled him off of the floor.

"Wow, Amethyst, who knew you had such comical stories?"

I chuckled a bit at that. "You just have to get to know me," I said.

He smiled back. "It appears I already have."

Then I realized my hair and makeup were probably ruined, so I decided to revert them to their original form. And by original form, I mean my messed up face and my unruly hair.

"Give me a moment," I said as I jogged over to the lake and splashed cold water over my face and hair.

Suddenly I thought, Oh, what the hell? and dunked my head face-first into the frigid water.

"Dear God!" I screamed as soon as I lifted my face from the lake, whipping my short hair so it hit my back and water dripped from my face. Erik was at my side in an instant, concern seemingly ingrained in his brown eyes.

"Mademoiselle, are you-" He suddenly stopped speaking as the worry turned to shock, then to disbelief.

He muttered, "No, no it can't be.." As he quickly backed up, panic replaced the disbelief in his eyes.

"Erik?" I asked. "What's wrong?"

He just kept muttering, "No, no, no, no…", and as soon as I tried to get close to him, he recoiled even further. It seemed he was having a nervous breakdown coupled with a very frightening hallucination.

His voice reached a crescendo, and he said his muttering louder and louder until he screamed and curled up against the wall.

He was obviously hurt, and just the pain in his voice brought tears to my eyes.

"NO!"

Then he crumpled onto the floor. I ran over, straightened him up and checked his pulse. It was normal, and I let out a breath that I did not know I had been holding.

The Phantom of the Opera had fainted. What had driven him to such measures, I did not know, but it was obviously one of his demons from the past come back to haunt him.

Erik POV

He didn't even have to think to help her when her cry rang out. He couldn't stop the worst possible situations from flipping through his mind, but when he looked her over quickly she seemed fine.

"Mademoiselle, are you-" Then he caught her eye, and his breath hitched.

She looked so much like Christine. Only a relative, or perhaps a twin would be able to look that similar.

Amethyst's face was rounder, her hair shorter, and her eyes wider. Her brunette locks had been straightened, and while they were almost to her bosom while straightened, her natural curls barely brushed past her shoulders. These and her makeup were the only reason she had not been recognized as his beloved under his attentive eye.

"No, no it can't be.." He muttered, backing up. He could not control his movement away from this woman who had invaded his life, nor the panic in his eyes.

"Erik?", she asked. "What's wrong?"

She had no right to ask what was wrong. She was the one causing it. Her green-grey eyes and her luscious curls which were now dripping wet were causing his mental breakdown.

Jesus, Erik, shape up," thought the 0.1 % of his mind that could think rationally. But, it was immediately drowned out by the 99.9 % that was absolutely freaking out.

His mouth continued to move as he backed away, and his voice crescendoed, his screams blocking out any chance of Amethyst helping him.

Eventually, he backed up against the wall. He crouched down, out his hands over his ears, and screamed one final pain-ridden, "NO!"

Then everything went black.

Erik: I was in on this one, and may I just say, this was brilliant.

Authoress: I agree. And while I hate being tormented by a writer like this, it is so fun to torment your readers.

Erik/ Authoress: *High five*

Authoress: Until next time, lovelies. Please remember to favorite, follow, review, and comment, as they are confidence boosters. Also, if you have any questions, don't hesitate to PM me and I will try my best to answer then without spoiling a big surprise later. Have fun figuring this one out!