Broken Through Time

Summary-

What would happen if the past and present collided and a young woman was dropped into a time she was not born into? What if she felt she belonged there more than in her own time? When the time comes, will this woman allow time to fix itself and place her back into her own time, or will she fight time and stay where she belongs?

Chapter Seven-

Erik paced in the main room of his lair as he ran his hands nervously through his hair. He had no idea what to do. Should he contact Madame Giry? Would Madame Giry know what to do? This had never happened to him, he always knew what to do! He was a genius for fucks sake! So why now did his brain have to shut down when he needed it most! He shoved everything off of his pipe organ with a loud growl before picking up the bench and threw it. He stood there panting as he glared at the bench that had thankfully staid in tact before he spun and march into his room.

When he got to the doorway of his room he stopped and stared at the young woman laying in his bed. Christine Dexler. As he had been leading her back to her room she had had some sort of break down before passing out. He didn't know what to do. When he had heard her whisper 'no' he had thought that she was talking to him. He had turned around to demand what she was talking about only to see that she had apparently stopped a few feet back. He walked up to her intending to get her to continue moving when he noticed that she had a far off look in her eyes and was seeing right through him.

When she had fallen to the ground as her hands flew to her hair, he knew then that she was not actually there with him. That she was trapped in her mind, somewhere that was not with him. And when she had yelled, his body had moved without him telling it to, and the next thing he knew his hand was on her cheek. She had looked up at him, but had not actually seen him, he had briefly wondered who she had seen.

He had begun calling her name, but she didn't seem to hear him as she smiled at him, no not him, she had smiled at whoever she had been seeing. But finally after a few minutes he had finally been able to pull her out of her mind and back to him, only to have her faint. He had picked her up and cared her to his lair without thinking, and laid her in his bed before going to try to compose. But that had been three hours ago! And he couldn't concentrate on composing. No one had ever stopped him from composing, not even when she had been laying in his bed after fainting like Christine.

What was it about this Christine that had kept him from composing, that made his brain stop functioning properly and shut down. What was it about her that made him want to just sit and watch her, that made him want to take her and hide her away from the world. He had never felt like this with her, no, he had wanted to show her to the world, never hide her from it.

Without realizing it, Erik had made his way over to the bed and was now on his knees next to the bed as he watched her. Even in her sleep, Christine face was still shadowed with sadness. He found himself reaching out to run his fingers through her hair, but stopped himself. It was not gentlemanly to watch a woman that was neither his daughter nor wife sleep, nor was it gentlemanly to touch said woman while they slept.

Erik forced himself to stand up and leave the room to find something to distract himself with until she woke up. And once she woke up, he would take her back to her room like he had originally planned to do. 'She will be hungry when she wakes.' His mind whispered to him, and knew that it was right. Christine would be hungry when she awoke, for he knew that she had not eaten lunch that day, given everything that had happened. Yes, he thought with a nod, he would make her something to eat, and then after she was done, he would take her back to her room. And with that thought he quickly made his way to his kitchen.

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Christine giggled as she peeked around a corner as she watched Erik work, every time he would catch her looking at him he would make a funny face causing her to laugh before hiding behind the corning again. It had been two years since they had officially met and they had become very close friends. She couldn't help having a crush on him, he was just so sweet and caring.

"Hi there." She heard a woman say behind her. Christine gasped and spun around to see a beautiful woman that looked to be about 19 or twenty. She had long blond hair and beautiful emerald green eyes. The woman was smiling down at her with kind smile, but something about the woman made Christine wiry. "You wouldn't happen to know where an Erik Destler is, would you?" The woman asked and Christine pointed around the corner where she had been peeking around.

"Thank you." The woman said and Christine watched as she walked around the corner. She peeked around the corner and watched as the woman walked up to Erik. She watched as Erik looked at the woman with a shocked look and stood up when she got to him. "Hello Erik." She heard the woman say before pulling him into a hug that Erik did not return.

"Christine wha-" Erik had started but was cut off by the woman who pulled him into a kiss. Christine felt her heart stop and her eyes began to tear up when she saw that. Was this woman his girlfriend? No, Erik had told her that he was single. Plus, he had called the woman Christine. Christine forced herself to open her eyes that she didn't even realize she had closed in time to see Erik push the woman away.

"But, I thought you wanted this." The woman said sounding shocked.

"Maybe at one point I did, but not anymore. Why don't you go back to Raoul, I'm sure he's wondering where you are." Erik said and the woman huff.

"Me and him are fighting." The woman said and seemed to be waiting for Erik to say something. "Well, aren't you going to ask me what we're fighting about?"

"Nope, don't really care." Erik said as he went back to work and the woman gave a small cry of shocked annoyance.

"You know, at one point you used to care what happened to me." The woman said.

"Yeah, I know, but that was before you tore my heart to shreds." Erik said and the woman huffed as she turned around and caught Christine watching us.

"What the hell are you looking at! Shouldn't you be off, oh I don't know, playing with your dolls!" The woman screeched as she began to stomp over to Christine who began to back away, only to run into someone. She looked up to see her mother glaring at her. Fearing for her mother's wrath, Christine quickly scrambled over to Erik, or at least she tried. Her mother had caught her by her hair causing her to cry out gaining Erik's attention.

"What the hell do you say when you bump into someone?" Her mother demanded as she raised her hand to slap her.

"I'm sorry!" Christine had cried reaching out towards Erik who had quickly made his way over to them. As her mother's hand swung down to hit her, Erik quickly reached out and grabbed her mother's wrist, stopping the hand.

"Don't you ever raise your hand to her again. Now, unhand her." He hissed to her mother.

"Excuse me?" Her mother demanded as she glared at Erik.

"You heard me. Unhand her." He said slowly and Christine saw his hand tighten around her mother's wrist, causing her to cry out in pain before she let go of her hair.

"Erik!" Christine cried turning to him and threw her arms around him as he let her mother go to pick her up. She cried into his shoulder as he carried her out of the room.

"I'll have you fired for this!" She had heard her mother yell.

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Christine's eyes slowly opened eyes and looked around the room that she was in with unseeing eyes as she remembered the dream she had just had. That had been the last time she had seen Erik, her mother had indeed gotten him fired, and she had never seen him again. The only person that had actually tried to protect her from her mother, and she had almost forgotten about him in the two years that he had been out of her life. But something about that masked man had actually jogged her memory of him. Movement at the door caught her attention, she moved her head on the pillow so that she could be able to look at the door. Her mouth nearly dropped when she was Erik standing there holding a tray of food, but when she blink Erik had turned into the masked man.

Christine stared at him, wondering why he was in her room before it finally dawned on her that she was not in her room.