Disclaimer: Do I really have to do this?! The only thing I own in relation to this story is Jolie.,., and it's plot. .

A/N: Alrighty.,.,.,., I don't really have much to say.,,.,., so ON-WARD HO!!!!

Phool: In Her Eyes

Chapter 5 - Un/Noticed Change

Erik walked out of Christine's room, not as happy as he imagined himself to be. Erik gasped at the sight of long auburn hair flowing in the lake. "Jolie?! Oh, my God!" Erik cried as he ran through the murky water. He gently scooped her up in his arms and hugged her to him as he ran back out of the lake.

He quickly laid her on the ground figuring that would take too long. He starred down at her for a second, "What do I do?!" he muttered in panic. He then remembered something from his childhood. He held her nose and breathed into her mouth.

Nothing happened; Jol still laid there motionless. "No…" he sobbed looking at her. He reached out his, ungloved, hand and traced the side of her face. Erik's face suddenly changed into a determined scowl. "No, you can't die! Jolie! Come on, please!" he cried as he repeated trying to resuscitate her. He tried and tried again, until he couldn't anymore.

He broke into sobs, "Why, why. Don't do this to me Jolie, please. Don't die on me." he whimpered as he gathered her in his arms. He softly cried as he rubbed her back. Erik heard a coarse coughing sound and felt his shoulder become wet. He looked down and his eyes grew wide.

There she was, coughing up water on his shoulder, very much alive. She gazed up at him, "Why are you crying Erik?" she asked softly.

Erik smiled, a small smile, for a second. Then he said looking away, "I, I thought I'd lost you." Jol starred at him almost strangely, but unexpectedly hugged him tight,

"Oh, Erik…" she sighed into his chest.

"Jolie…" he whispered into her damp hair. Erik abruptly pulled away and stood up. His eyes darted around the lair as if he had no idea where he was.

Jol sighed, 'I knew it was too good to be true. Poor Erik, he's changed so much.' Jol stood up cautiously and starred at Erik.

"Why are you here?" he asked quietly.

"Pardon?" she asked unable to hear him.

"Why are you here?!" he shouted looking at her. H starred straight into her eyes. Jol stood the dead silence.

"I… I came down, to… to ask you some…something." she stammered out not breaking eye contact.

"And what would that be?" he hissed.

"Nothing… Nothing it's pointless now…" Jol trailed off looking at the floor. Erik strode over to her and hooked a finger under her chin; She still looked away ashamed.

"Look at me." he commanded. She obeyed and looked into his eyes, "Now answer me." And what he saw surprised him. 'Not fear?' he asked himself, 'Not pity? Sadness? Why sadness?' he pondered his face softening.

"I just came to make sure everything was all right… You weren't in your normal seat during the performance…" Jol trailed off finally looking away from Erik. He sighed and started walking toward his organ,

"Yes well, if you didn't notice, which I'm sure you did, that rather annoying Vicomte took the liberty of seating himself in Box 5." He sat down and placed his hand on his forehead, "I am deeply sorry that didn't get a chance to see your performance."

"Well, there are plenty more to come. For instance, the new opera we are to put on, Il Muto. It sounds like so much fun." Jol smiled at Erik but as suddenly as it came about, it faded slightly, "Erik, I'm afraid I have to get back; My mother is probably worried sick about me."

Erik nodded his head slowly, placed his hands on his knees and pushed himself up. They walked to the gondola and Erik helped Jol in as usual. No words were exchanged as Erik pushed them along the lake. As the "shore" was reached Jol stood up. She turned to him, unable to look him in the eye for some reason, but spontaneously she hugged him. He momentarily rested his chin on the top of her head. They slowly parted and she got out of the boat, and with nothing more he turned around and pushed himself back to his home.

Jol stood in place until she knew Erik had reached the other side. She shook her head to snap herself out of her day dream and turned to walk back to her dorm and her awaiting mother.

To her surprise when she arrived at her dormitory all the ballet girls were asleep, 'I'll bet my mother had something to do with this. Speaking of her, where is she, usually she'd be here to scold me,' she chuckled silently, 'She probably knows where I go by now. I think she'd only worry id I wasn't here tomorrow morning.'

Jol woke up the next morning as the sun came up, she had difficultly sleeping with the sun glaring in her eyes. She changed into a comfortable dress and tip toed out the room. She found herself once again starring up at the stage; she effortlessly got up on the stage.

She stood at the edge near the orchestra pit and closed her eyes. She saw herself dancing… dancing with a boy, no, a man. It was a soft, slow dance. She seemed to have a strong chemistry with the man, like it was so natural.

She seemed lost in her vision that she didn't feel the two hands placed on her hips until they lifted her off the solid ground…

A/N: Sooo….. FINALLY! It took me waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay to long to post this! Sorry peoples… complex shtuff going on over here! Lol hope ya liked it! Check for errors please, and thank you . Review… it would be much appreciated. Much luv to all,

TBC soon,

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