Disclaimer: none of the characters are real or based on real people.

Disclaimer 2: Star Trek and it's characters belong to Paramount pictures and other people who aren't me. All the Phantom of the Opera stuff belongs to Andrew Lloyd Webber.

A/N: It gets even weirder now. I really don't know why Michael turns into an incarnation the Phantom of the Opera... it just sort of happened. Like the Rocky Horror Picture Show (which I've referenced way to much already), it keeps getting weirder and weirder and weirder...

Of course, Jonathan didn't actually run very far. He got on the first turbolift he came across. This might've been a worse idea than running through the hallways, seeing that he was much more likely to run in to somebody.

But Jonathan wasn't thinking very sensibly. All he wanted to do was get away from Mark's lifeless eyes…

Hit any button, any floor. Anywhere that's not here.

"I sense great heartache in you. And fear."

Apparently he had been so caught up in his own mind that he hadn't noticed somebody else standing there. Counselor Troi.

He'd always hated her character when he watched the TV show. Always stating the complete obvious and generally being in the way of everything. Nearly every incarnation of Star Trek included a female character that wore tight/low cut outfits. This annoyed Jonathan, because all that did was attract 'fake-fans' who only wanted to see women in tight clothes. Characters like Seven-of-Nine, T'Pol… but Troi was, according to Jonathan, the most annoying. The others actually did something useful (besides look attractive).

"Sod off," Jonathan told her bluntly.

The doors to the Turbolift opened. Jonathan quickly exited, not caring what part of the ship he was on.

Hopefully Troi has someone else she's supposed to be getting in the way of.

To Jonathan's frustration, the counselor wasn't busy.

She also exited the Turbolift, and then grabbed him by the collar before he could run off again. "We need to talk. Something is very wrong, I know."

"Just because something in the world is wrong, doesn't mean that you're involved," Jonathan pointed out.

"I sense that you are very angry."

"I sense that you are a busybody with no social life and a misled sense of what the phrase 'work-appropriate clothing' means."

"Enough. Come to my office now or I'll call security."

Jonathan gave up.

Smiling to herself, Julie went to bed. Dinner with Jonathan had been so fun. She hoped that Ms. Tacitus would allow such a thing again.

Speaking of Ms. Tacitus…

That teacher had left Julie's quarters under the impression that the girl was not able to cause trouble while asleep. Of course, Julie wasn't actually asleep. Her eyes were tightly closed as she attempted to sleep. The giddy feeling in her heart wouldn't stop making her wish to see Jonathan again.

A little while after Ms. Tacitus left, Julie got out of her bed. The girl began dancing around the room and singing. The odd part was that she had never heard the song… and she'd always been a terrible singer. Now she sang in a clear soprano voice that she hardly considered her own.

"Father once spoke of an angel. I used to dream he'd appear. Now as I sing, I can sense him… And I know he's here! Here in this room he calls me softly… Somewhere inside, hiding. Somehow I know he's always with me. He, the unseen genius"

If she hadn't been under a mysterious spell of sorts, she would've reminded herself that her parents were atheists. And that she never sang. And that she'd never heard voices, especially in a room she'd only been in for a few hours.

Oddly, another voice began to sing,

"Insolent boy, this slave of Star Trek, basking in your glory. Ignorant fool! This too-old suitor, sharing my beloved!"

Maybe Angels did exist, thought Julie. That voice sounded quite saintly.

For no clear reason, Julie began to sing. "Angel, I hear you. Speak, I listen. Stay by my side, guide me… Angel my soul was weak, forgive me. Enter at last, master."

"Flattering child, you shall know me. See why in shadows I hide. Look at your face in the mirror… I'm there, inside!" the voice sang in reply.

The still-sane part of Julie reminded her that there wasn't a mirror anywhere in the entire apartment. That full-length looking glass must be a hallucination…

But that mystical spell caused her to slowly walk toward the mirror. "Angel of Music! Guide and guardian! Grant to me your glory! Angel of Music! Hide no longer… Come to me, strange angel."

"I am your angel of music... Come to me, angel of music…"

Michael was nearly in shock. He madly searched for any other member of his fanclub… or even the other club. After a while he gave up. He collapsed against a wall, hardly able to keep his eyes open. Too tired…

Suddenly the wall disappeared… or he fell through it… or something.

Whatever had happened, it caused Michael to be lying on his back in an unfamiliar room. And wearing different clothes. Even in the near darkness he could figure that out. A tuxedo felt quite different that his other outfit. Especially one with suspiciously different undergarments. With the help of a lit candelabra sitting on a nearby shelf, he (sort of) figured out where he was: a dusty, gloomy hallway full of cobwebs. He suddenly felt a bizarrely irresistible urge to sing… and walk down the hallway.

"Insolent boy, this slave of Star Trek, basking in your glory. Ignorant fool! This too-old suitor, sharing my beloved!" he belted dramatically, with inexplicable passion.

This (along with the fact that his legs weren't listening to his brain anymore) freaked him out. He now stood behind a door. A soprano voice sang some kind of response to him. Something about an angel, maybe?

To Michael's annoyance, he began to sing again. "Flattering child, you shall know me. See why in shadows I hide. Look at your face in the mirror… I'm there, inside!"

Again, the female voice responded. Again, he heard the word 'angel'.

The door began to open very slowly…

Against his will, Michael began to sing again. "I am your angel of music... Come to me, angel of music…"

The door opened completely… and he stared in wide-eyed surprise at a rather stoned-looking Julie. Another song began and now they both look a bit stoned (thanks to the odd magic that possessed them).

A/N: I hope this isn't too strange. It'll make more sense later... probably.

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