I've gotten some positive feedback from reviewers!! :) Here's chapter 2.

Disclaimer- I don't own, so don't sue.

Erik was currently attempting to master a difficult task- warming up a baby bottle. It was long and dragging process, making sure that the bottle was the right temperature. It was exceptionally difficult when you had a picky baby on your hands. The little thing screamed when it was too cold, and screamed louder when it was too hot. If there was anything Erik couldn't take, it was screaming babies.

It had been two long weeks since he'd found the baby in the first place. Why was he keeping the little child, anyway? Erik himself wondered that, too often. The thing that kept him from throwing the baby out into the lake was the fact that he had found some good use out of the little girl, after all. Since Erik realized that the whole 'Christine' deal didn't exactly work out, he wondered if he could transform this little one into a Prima Donna. All he had to do was train the girl once her vocal chords had matured enough. And then, he thought, temporarily forgetting the bottle in his hands, my work will finally reach the surface.

A wail from the other room brought Erik back into reality. Stupid baby, he thought, angrily. He grabbed the bottle, which had become a bit overheated, and went into the room where the baby lay. Although Erik was large and forboding, he was actually quite gentle with the child. The child, however, never seemed to cooperate and refused the bottle Erik tried to give her. She wailed even louder, frusterating the already frusterated Erik. Erik lost all patience and began to yell. "YOU STUPID LITTLE THING! WHY WON'T YOU EAT?? I HAVEN'T KEPT YOU ALIVE JUST TO STARVE YOU!"

"Um... Erik?" A small voice from the edge of the lake caught his attention. It was Meg Giry, Madame Giry's ballet dancing daughter. Erik had stayed with the Giry's after his Opera home had been burned, and eventually Madame Giry trusted Erik to behave himself around Meg enough to send her daughter in her place when she was too busy teaching or meeting with the new opera managers. Erik suddenly found it extremely embarrassing to be caught screaming at a baby that wouldn't eat, especially a man such as him. His embarrassment only fueled his frusteration. "What is it you want now, little Giry?" he growled.

"Well... my mother told me to give this to you," she told him, holding out a folded note. Erik was slightly surprised that little Meg didn't shirk away when he used that tone. People tended to do that. He then remembered that Meg had seen him angry one too many times during the time he had spent with them.

"Do you have any ideas of what this note entails, little Giry?" he asked her, taking the note.

"No, I don't," she said again, her voice gaining volume.

"Does she want an answer?" he asked again.

"She said as soon as possible," she answered.

Erik sighed impatiently. "Then you'll feed the baby while I go read what your mother wants," he said, shoving the bottle into her hand and leaving the room without waiting for an answer. In the privacy of his room he was able to tear open the envelope to read the note that was inside. Madame Giry's spindly handwriting only took up half of the small piece of paper.

Erik-

I've got good news. I know of a couple who would gladly take the baby. They've been married for a few years now but the wife is unable to bear children. Although I haven't spoken directly to them about this, I'm sure this child would make them very happy. Please write back about when you can send the girl to me so I can hand her over.

Mme. Giry

In no time at all Erik whisked out a piece of paper to write a reply.

Mme. Giry-

There is no need to give the child up. I've found use for her. She is now under my care.

Opera Ghost

He sealed the note with his infamous wax skull and walked back out of the room to see whether Meg had succeeded in feeding the baby. Upon his entry and to his utter surprise the bottle lay empty next to the bed and Meg was now cooing over the baby.

"Wha- how did you make her stop?" he asked Meg, trying to disguise the surprise in his voice.

"She's an angel! Once I picked her up she stopped, and she finished the whole bottle! No trouble at all!"

Erik glared at the baby that now laid placidly in Meg's arms. Stupid, annoying, little...

"Does she have a name?" Meg wondered.

"I have no time for naming babies. I have better things to do," Erik replied, shrugging.

Meg gasped. "You haven't named her? May I name her? Please Erik? Please?"

Erik groaned. "Fine Meg. You can name her." Anything to stop your annoying wheedling, he added in his head.

"Yes!" Meg smiled at the baby laying in her arms. "Hmmm... you don't look like a Isabelle, or a Charlotte," she said with a calculated expression replacing her carefree one.

I'd just pick something like Marie, Erik thought. Something simple.

"And names like Marie and Belle are just too common," Meg added.

So much for that... He looked at Meg, who was still struggling to find a nice name. This should take about... half of my lifeteime. He sighed impatiently, hoping Meg would catch the hint and hurry up.

"Elise," she finally said.

"Elise?"

"Elise," she answered again, with a final nod.

Not bad, Erik admitted. "Elise, then. Give this to your mother." He handed her the note.

"Alright." She kissed the newly named and sleeping Elise on her forehead. "Goodbye, Elise."

"Goodbye now," Erik said, pushing her out of the door. Meg smiled and skipped back to the aboveground opera house.

"Elise," Erik said, letting the name roll off his tongue. At least it sounded like a name given to a future prima donna. Erik knew he had some thinking to do about a last name for Elise, but he'd deal with that later. With Elise sleeping, he took the opportunity to go back to his organ to compose.

This is NOT an E/M. Meg is more of a younger sister to Erik, since she stayed with him for a year after the fire (that was in this chapter).

Hopefully in the next chapter (when Elise is a bit older) things can get a little more interesting...