A/N: Sorry this took so long. My muse has been very absent for the last couple of weeks. Hope you like what it finally gave me. I don't own Phantom, I merely play with them for my own amusement.

Christine's POV:

"Okay, so what was it you wanted to talk to me about?" Meg asked.

We were at my place, sitting in my living room drinking tea. I'd been so stressed when I got home that I called Meg immediately, telling her to come over. When she saw how stressed out I was, she made me some tea to calm me down. That's part of what I love about Meg; she always knows what I need, even if I don't.

"Erik." I replied.

"So, still got a thing for the producer then?" She smiled at me.

"No, I mean yes. There's something more though." I sighed, I just had to come out and say it. "We knew each other in a past life." I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to see that look that said 'are you crazy?'.

After a moment, Meg spoke. "Why do you think that?"

I opened my eyes, a little shocked. She seemed so calm. So I answered her question. "Remember that piece I sang for my audition?"

"Yeah, the one that I found deep in the library." She nodded for me to continue.

"He wrote it. He was Erik Destler." I explained.

"And you know this how?" She asked, a little skeptical.

"I remember." I said. "That's what happened when I fell. I relived all of it. We were in the late 19th century; I was a singer at an opera house in London. You were there too."

"Seriously?"

"Yes, we were best friends, just like we are now. You were a dancer."

"Where does Erik come in?" She asked.

"I didn't know him as Erik then. He was my music teacher; he made me a great singer. He was known as the Phantom of the Opera." I looked down into my tea. I knew it was starting to sound a little crazy, even to my own ears.

"So what happened?" She took one of my hands and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"Well, I was being courted by a man named Richard. I know now I didn't have much of a choice, but boy was he irritating." I scowled; remember his over attentiveness, treating me like a piece of china that might break.

"So, he and Erik clashed?" She guessed.

"You could say that. Now, you have to understand that Erik truly was the Phantom of the Opera. He was dedicated to me, wanted me to be a star. He did everything he could to make that happen."

"What do you mean Christine?"

"He killed people." I cringed, remembering those poor people that died.

"Well, he must have truly loved you then." Meg said.

That was the last response I was expecting. I gave her a questioning look.

"No man, no sane man kills for no reason. If he was killing for you, he must have loved you a great deal."

"Yes, he did." I replied. "As bad as this might sound, I fell in love with him too. He did so much for me and I never even thanked him." I felt truly guilty about that. "It was all so crazy by the end, I'm not sure I could have told him if I'd had the opportunity. That's what I was going to do that last night. Planning to do at least. We were in his lair and he wanted me to make a choice. Love or music."

"Love or music, what does that mean?"

"He thought that I was in love with Richard. I wasn't, but at the time I didn't know how to say that. I mean, he was one of the owners of the theatre. I wasn't sure what would happen to me if I refused him." I could feel the tears behind my eyes. How I wish that things could have ended differently. "Erik thought that I would be choosing either him or Richard. That I wouldn't be able to have love and music." A tear rolled down my cheek.

"That's not true, is it?" Meg asked in a quiet voice. She took my hand, held it tight. "That's not the choice you would have had to make."

"There wasn't any choice really. As I saw it, Erik was both for me. Love and music." I gave Meg a small smile. "Then Richard had to show up and ruin everything. He was trying to save me, he said. They fought and before I knew what was happening, everything was on fire. I started to fall, and the next thing I remember is waking up in the theatre with you."

"So you've known since that fall? Why didn't you tell me sooner?" She asked, worry evident on her face.

"I didn't, not at first anyway. I just had this feeling about Erik." I explained. "When he took me out for dinner to discuss my character, that's when it happened. He said something that just triggered it. All the memories came flooding back in a matter of seconds."

We were both completely silent for a few minutes. Meg was processing what I'd told her, and I was breathing a mental sigh of relief. I felt so much lighter now that I had someone to talk to about all of this.

"So, what are you going to do?" She finally asked. "Are you going to tell him that you know?"

"Maybe. For now I think I just want to see where this thing between us goes. I didn't get a chance with him then, I'm sure as hell not giving up on him now. I'm taking this second chance and I'm not going to let it go to waste."

A/N: Please R&R!