A/N: Hello everyone. I know I took a little longer with this chapter than I wanted to, but I got it finished and uploaded. I couldn't come up with a title for this chapter, hence why that is just blank. I had no idea what to call it so for now, it's going to be blank unless I find a good title for it. There is a French line that I added (not a very nice word). I was listening to POTO in French and decided to add a French line. BTW: if anyone hasn't heard the musical in French, I recommend it. It's very good, I love it.

One thing I want to say and then I'll stop so you can read the chapter. As I read the reviews, I do get questions sometimes which I try to answer without spoiling anything. However, if you are a guest and leave a review with a question, I can't answer it (I don't know why, FanFiction won't let me) So if you guys do any questions about this story or another story or anything, feel free to DM me. I usually reply within a few hours, it depends if I have my laptop nearby. I am happy to answer any questions you guys have or if you just want to talk, that's fine too. Other than that, I always enjoy reading your reviews.

Oh, someone had asked about Christine's age since I had said Erik was in his early 30's. Christine is in her early 20's so she was quite young when she first met Erik. They are roughly 10 years apart from each other.

Okay I am done now, promise. I hope you guys enjoy the chapter

Chapter 35:

"Erik…Erik, wait up!" She called after him, trying to keep up with him. His long strides let him gain some distance, but she wasn't giving up. However, he was stopping nor planning on stopping. Soon they left the crowds of the celebration which now Christine hoped he would stop. Picking up the skirt of her dress, she ran after him, gaining some distance. "You bloody Scot!" Reaching out, she managed to grab his arm. Stopping suddenly, she might as well have ran into a wall. Falling back onto the ground, she managed not to hit her head on the hard ground. Groaning from the fall, she looked up at him as he just stared down at her. "Oh no, that's fine. Don't help me up." He raised an eyebrow at her as she got up, brushing off her dress. Taking a deep breath, she looked up at him, now angrier at him than before.

"Are you alright?"

"Am I okay?" She repeated, blood boiling now. "Are you bloody serious?" She asked him, almost raising her voice. "You dance for the first time with and then without a word, just leave! Do you always leave your woman hanging like that?" She asked him. "Get their hopes up and then just ignore them? Because if that's your plan, you are doing a marvelous job at it!" He stayed silent. "I don't know if you are still mad at me for what happened or what, but I have told you many times that I did not mean for that to happen. I don't know how else I can get you to believe me but you won't talk to me."

"I am not mad at you." He calmly said to her.

"Then why have you been avoiding me like I'm the plague?" She asked him, wanting to know. Looking at her, he sighed. She had no idea how she was affecting him so.

"Christine, I…" He tried figuring out a way to tell her. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Hurt me?" She repeated. "How would you hurt me?" She asked, confused.

"To give you false hope for any future." He answered. Christine noticed a slightly pain in his eyes. "I could never make you go through that kind of pain."

"You don't want me to through pain? You already are!" He tilted his head slightly as if he wasn't sure he under stood. "You are ignoring me, not giving me any reason why. That is the worst thing you could possibly do!"

"I don't know what else to do!" Both their voices started to rise. "This isn't easy for me either."

"Oh really?" She scoffed at him. "I find that very hard to believe."

"Do you know now?" He stepped closer. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to force myself away from you? That every time I see you, I just want pull you in my arms and never let you go. That every night I rather be sharing my tent with you than sharing a tent with Striker." That fact that she knows that Erik is spending his nights not with Rhona made her a little happier…just a little. "That I can't stop thinking of that night." She knew what he meant, the night they almost…

"I can't forget that either." Though she also can't remember what happened later and how angry he was, how his words hurt her. "We cannot change the past, what is done and done."

"Christine I-" He stepped closer and stopped himself. Looking up at him, she waited for what he will do. She watched him, almost seeing the inner battle he was fighting with himself. She knew what he wanted to do, he wanted to kiss her, hold her close to him. She was understanding what he meant now. God give me courage…

"You are not alone…" Their lips met in a kiss. Her heart soared as she felt his lips return her kiss. The feelings she had before seemed to burst out. Pulling away, she looked up at him. The look in his eyes that she had seen before returned. This was the Erik she knew. Cupping her face gently, he kissed her this time. All passion and desire returned as the kiss deepened. Slowly, her hands made their way around his neck, pulling him closer to her. His hands ran down her sides to come around her back, pulling her closer until all space between them disappeared. They didn't care about the celebration or if someone would see them, they only cared about each other.

Her lungs cried out, needing air. Pulling away for a breath, her head leaned in to rest against his. His arms were still around her and she knew he did not want to let her go; she didn't want to let go either. She could almost hear his heartbeat; it was almost matching hers.

"Tha feum agam ort...(I need you…)" He said breathless.

"Yes…" She replied breathless. Pulling away slightly, he looked at her. The pained look was back in his eyes. Shaking his head, he looked away. "Erik…" Placing her hand against his bare cheek, she turned his head back to look at her.

"I made a promise and I'm already breaking it. If Tor found out…"

"Putain Tor! (F*** Tor !)" Erik's eyes widen at Christine's French. He knew a little French and what she said wasn't nice at all.

"It's not just Tor's rules I'm breaking. I cannot take your innocent like that, with no future for us. I cannot do that to you."

"What if I let you? Give you my consent."

"You don't understand."

"Then tell me why so I can understand." His eyes locked with hers.

"Because I know that soon I will have to send you back and I may never see you again. If I take you…." He sighed. "…the pain of having to let you go will be too much to bear." A tear started forming in her eyes. Leaning in, he rested his forehead against hers. "Dè tha sibh a 'dèanamh dhomh? (What are you doing to me?)" He whispered in Gaelic. Feeling a tear run down her cheek, she knew more would come. They stood there for the longest time, arms around each other, their foreheads touching. No words left their mouths; no words needed to be said. Both knew that as much as they wanted this, they couldn't have it. This was only a dream that one day, they will have to wake up from. A dream that could never be…

A pair of cerulean blue eyes watched the warrior and woman from afar. He had witness the passionate kiss between his warrior and the princess. At first, he was furious with the warrior. But his fury softened as he watched more. As he watched them from afar, he realized something.

"Tor?" Hearing his wife's voice, he turned to see walking up to him. "What are you do-?" She started asking when she saw Erik and Christine in the distance. "Are you going to stop them?" She asked him, making him head his head.

"You can't stop two people from falling in love with each other."

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