Chapter 3

Author's Notes: Okay, sorry for the cliffhanger in the last chapter. I just wanted to leave you with suspense. Ha, ha! Anyways, I hope you liked the songs and this story in general. Let's see if I can make this chapter just as good as the others, or better! By the way, I realize that I spelled some characters names wrong. But I got the spelling from Internet Movie Database, so I blame them! XD I don't have accents on my keyboard, so if there are accents, they're only on the word once and then it's just letters for the rest of the story. 'Pate' is the example. Okay, R&R with Constructive Criticism!

As soon as Frank finished the song, all was silent, this time for much longer than the first song. He didn't know what that meant – was that was good or bad? After twenty seconds of speechlessness, he became nervous until two small arms wrapped around him as far as they could go. He looked down in shock at Lucille who was smiling, eyes closed, cuddling into his suit.

"That might be the sweetest way to show your affection. I should have known sooner. And…I just want you to know…I do accept you, and I love you too." As soon as those last few words reached his ears, a smile appeared across his face and he bent down and gently held her against him. "Thank you…so much, Lucille."

Two seconds later, the whole room erupted with applause. Emile and Pate were, again, the loudest in the room. "Nice job, Frank!" Pate shouted to the giant flea that heard and bowed his head to show his thanks for Pate's support. Frank also noticed Raoul's stunned expression and held back a laugh. He looked down at Lucille again. Hopefully, this would be the start of something beautiful and unique. Lucille smiled up at him and, standing up on the tips of her toes, pressed her lips lightly against his.

This small action created something that Frank had never felt before. It was an amazing and warm feeling. Subconsciously, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment until it was over and they parted. Lucille was blushing but smiling. Had she wanted this all along too? Were her feelings for him part of the reason why she broke up with Raoul? He may never know. But one thing was for sure: he had never felt or been so happy before.

The same day Frank had confessed his feelings to Lucille and the two got together, Victor Maynott, the former commissioner and the crazy, evil man, who tried to murder Frank, was let out of prison. Since he had unsuccessfully killed the flea, but had endangered the life of Lucille and Raoul by shooting at them for protecting the flea, he was put in prison for a few months and then set free, but would be under the eyes of the police in case he tried to go after the flea or the humans he had befriended.

Maynott was not happy. Not only had he lost the love of his life, but the flea was now celebrated in the ways he wanted for himself. Now, he was in the lower class, constantly being watched by police, and everyone feared him. He wanted revenge. He wanted the beast who had ruined his life dead. And he wanted to kill him correctly this time. No more mistakes.

Maynott walked into a restaurant with his chaperon and sat down, ignoring the policeman's constant jabbering, not bothering to be polite at all anymore. When he called the waiter for a glass of wine, the policeman shook his head, "Remember what we discussed. Were you listening?" Maynott shook his head and answered truthfully, "No, I don't care. You talk too much." The policeman, Carlos Clavel, had a lot of patience, so he only sighed and shook his head sadly.

Hearing their small conversation, the waiter brought Maynott a simple glass of water. "What!" Maynott growled, "I did not ask for this!" But the waiter had already left, ignoring him as he went into the kitchen. Maynott grumbled and made his large hands into fists. How had this happened? What had he done wrong? This was the flea's fault. Lucille and her boyfriend were also to blame!

What Maynott didn't know was that Lucille had a new boyfriend. When Maynott looked at the paper for that morning, which had come out faster than it usually did, it was written in big headlines: "The Flea and the Human". This immediately caught Maynott's attention as he skimmed the paper for details on what was going on. He read things like 'song', 'new voice', 'together', 'beautiful', and 'true love'. It disgusted him. How could Lucille, his angel, fall in love with that monster? The answer was beyond him.

'I will get my revenge on them,' Maynott's thoughts raced. 'I will take that flea down, even if I have to be killed to do it. I will destroy him for what he has done to me. And his little girlfriend will probably have to go down too.' He smirked as these thoughts came to his head. Though he still loved Lucille, he was so arrogant and ignorant that he only cared about himself. He didn't care anymore if she died. It was all about him getting revenge now. He didn't care what happened to him after that. It didn't matter…

Later that day, oblivious to Maynott's intentions, Lucille and Frank were walking back home. Lucille was smiling and Frank was smiling because of it. They held hands the whole way home. After they reached the door to Lucille's house and went inside, they each went their separate ways. But before he let Lucille go, Frank bent down to her eye level and gave her a goodnight kiss on the cheek.

"Good night, my dear." He said soothingly. Lucille smiled, "Good night to you too, my love." He smiled his cute, loving smile and let her go, standing to his full height and walking into the room Lucille had given him. He heard Lucille close the door to her room and smiled as he heard her singing a small melody as she got ready for bed – it was past 10:00PM now. He closed his door and began to get redressed for bed.

All this time, Lucille felt the same way he did. Were her feelings for the giant flea the reason she broke up with Raoul? Did she have feelings for Frank even then? He wasn't sure. A lot had changed in a couple months, and even within a day. Now that they were officially together, Frank wanted to take Lucille somewhere special. He didn't know where, but he would find the perfect place in Paris and bring her there on a date. It would be the best day of her life; he would make sure of it. He wouldn't let his instincts mess it up. He wouldn't ask questions. He wouldn't do anything stupid.

It would be perfect.

End Comments: I'm so sorry this took me longer. I was planning what to write and my dad helped with the ideas so they sounded good and believable. I needed a second opinion. But I'm sort of winging it at the moment. I know what will happen LATER, but as of now, I'm trying to keep them in character, make the story good, and make it believable based on the movie. I'll give you a small clue as to what will happen: The second potion the scientist gave Lucille does more than help Frank's diet. I hope that's not giving it away. ^^; Anyways, I'll try to work fast, but now that you know how I work, just be patient with me. Thank you!