Originally I only wanted this to be four chapters but it's grown- I'm not very far away from the end now.

Three chapters and an epilogue at most

Enjoy :)

The Agent

The sitting room door opened, cutting off Raoul he was about to make yet another comment which highlighted his lack of knowledge in the field of all things Opera. He and Charles had settled into a discussion about business and Opera.

Christine entered, leading the Phantom by the hand.

"Papa" the soprano smiled. "Erik has asked permission to court me, and I accepted"

At the same moment that Raoul let out a scandalized. "What?" Charles was embracing his daughter and her beaux, as if completely forgetting the aristocrat was amongst them.

The phantom looked somewhat out of his depth at the attention he was receiving from the violinist.

"I must be going now" Raoul said rather too loudly.

"You don't need to shout you know" Charles reprimanded him

"I'm sorry sir"

"Will you be attending the Masquerade ball on new years' eve?" Christine asked him, still holding the phantom's hand

"I might" he nodded. "Will you be there?"

The Phantom was the one to answer. "Yes Monsieur, we shall be attending"

"I shall see you then then Miss Daae" Raoul smiled then turned to the phantom with a curt nod. "Monsieur"

"Vicomte"

Raoul stormed from the room.

Raoul stormed into his home; left his hat on the stand and flung his coat and scarf hanging over the banister as he stalked upstairs to his study.

No sooner had the door slammed shut behind him than the silky voice of Lucius purred.

"Are things not working out to your satisfaction viscount?"

Raoul whipped around and glared at the man who had just appeared in his study, and had proceeded to help himself to Raoul's finest imported single malt whiskey.

"You knew that this would happen!" he accused

"No, I did not" he took a sip. "Know that this would happen; I merely hoped"

"Who are you?"

"I told you before Viscount" Lucius seated himself contentedly behind Raoul's writing desk. "That my name is Lucius"

"What are you?" Raoul demanded

"Finally a sensible question" Lucius' lip curled in approval. "I am an agent of Destiny. I work to correct damage within time lines- the death of one Mr Charles Daae was one such piece of damage; a piece of damage which led to the demise of one of the greatest artistic genii of the nineteenth century. All I needed to do was plant a simple idea into the mind of an interested third party."

"You made me make that wish?"

"No indeed dear boy" Lucius chuckled. "You made the wish of your own free will"

Raoul gasped. "What exactly did my wish change?"

"Now you are finally getting the point" Lucius had the glass dissolve from his hand, rising he glided towards the young man. He offered a hand. "But my time here is running short and I need to bring the wisher up to speed on the timeline he now inhabits"

"I want you to change this back" Raoul growled, eyeing the proffered hand as if it were about to turn into a venomous snake at any moment. "I want my fiancée back, as well as my patronage of the Opera, and that masked freak out of the picture!"

"Even if I wanted to, which I do not" Lucius said calmly. "I am forbidden from reversing a wish once willingly made"

"What?"

"I tire of your questions" Lucius informed him. "You must not speak while I show you what you changed."

With that he brought his hand up to Raoul's temple- once again, everything went black.

Let me know what you think guys and I'll see you very soon with the next chapter.