A/N: I don't own Phantom of the Opera, It belongs to Gaston Leroux. The characters are based off of a mixture of all the incarnations. Christine is a mixture of Kay, Leroux and ALW. As for Meg? I think she's more ALW than anything else.
Meg hadn't seen Christine in quite awhile, her friend opting to avoid her more often than not. It seemed that she had a problem with Chauncey, but she couldn't quite understand why. Sure, her lover wasn't the most pleasant man to be around all the time, but he tried to be. Especially after the blow up fight they'd had a couple years before graduation. He'd slapped her, yes, but that was only because she was being both nosey and pushy. She'd been asking too many questions about his home life when that was already stressing him so badly. Questions he hadn't been ready to give the answers to. It had left a red mark but the fact that he had actually lashed out at her at the time had stung more than actually being struck. There had been tears and apologies from both of them, as well as a promise that it would never happen again. Meg believed him and she had no reason not to. So far, he had kept his word.
Her reminiscing was cut short when she felt arms wrap around her waist. She tilted her head back and gazed into Chauncey's icy blue eyes, offering him the slightest of smiles. She opened her mouth to speak to him but all that escaped was a yelp when she was suddenly spun around to face him and pulled into a searing kiss. She hesitated before she opted to give in, wrapping her arms around his neck. She struggled to return the kiss at the same intensity, but she knew he wouldn't care. He preferred her to be rather submissive.
Chauncey pulled away and scooped her up, heading towards the bedroom where he deposited her before proceeding to strip her. There was some foreplay but other than that, he simply got down to business. Meg clung onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Chauncey marked up her neck, taking advantage of the new access. It seemed to go on forever before they finally finished. Chauncey immediately pulled out and rolled over, paying no mind to his girlfriend.
Meg frowned but contented herself with rolling over to curl into his side after she caught her breath. She rested her cheek against Chauncey's chest, but found herself receiving none of the affection she had hoped for even now. Perhaps Christine had been right about him…? No. She couldn't allow herself to think that. Christine just didn't understand. She'd never been in a relationship. Not really. She'd just had an innocent one with Raoul when they were much, much younger. Though, a well hidden part of her wondered how different things would've been had she tried to get with Christine instead… it was a traitorous part of her that she would've silenced had she been aware of it.
When Meg awoke the next day, she woke up alone. She sat up, assuming Chauncey had just left for work when she noticed a note on the bedside dresser. She leaned over to grab it, remaining in that position as she read through it once and then twice before the heartbreaking revelation dawned on her and her eyes filled with tears. He wasn't coming back. Not ever. He'd found someone else and last night was just him making use of their relationship for one more night. She crumpled the piece of paper between her hands and tossed across the room before she fell onto her side, sobbing loudly into her pillow.
This was the last time that she'd move in a couple weeks. She didn't even bother to get anything to drink. It was perhaps a good thing that she'd missed her period, otherwise she would've been more disgusting than she already was. She didn't do much aside from stare blankly at the wall and sleep. She ignored the multitude of calls from Christine and their other friends, Raoul and Erik. She didn't even think about much… She was blissfully numb.
Christine had enough of this and decided to go check on her friend. She'd initially checked in because she'd seen Chauncey with some scrawny ginger, but now she was truly worried. She was thankful that Meg never asked her to give the spare key to her house back. She'd knocked once or twice but when there was no answer, she used that to get in. "Meg…? I know you're here. Your car is outside." She called softly, wandering through the house as she searched. She was just about to open her mouth when she opened the bedroom door to see Meg on the bed, very much naked. She could smell her from across the room and she looked depleted, as if she'd gone without food or drink for awhile. A small scream left her as she rushed into the room.
"Goddammit, Meg." Christine cursed as she reached out, pressing her fingers against her neck. A sigh of relief left her when she felt the steady, though weak heartbeat against them. She'd need to get her friend to the hospital. Dressing the other woman was rather difficult as she didn't seem inclined to cooperate, but she could sort of understand just why that was. Once she had dressed, she pulled her out to the car, grunting every once in a while with the effort that moving limber, dead weight required.
Once she got her to the hospital, she signed her in and begged them to let her go back with her. Since she seemed two seconds away from breaking down in tears they allowed it. It took awhile, but they finally got the results back from all the necessary tests.
The doctor entered the room when Christine least expected it..
"Mademoiselle.. Since your friend seems to be unresponsive, I will simply tell you what's wrong with her. She's dehydrated and starved, these are both bad things. But she is also pregnant. Do you know anyone that would be willing to take care of her, just until she snaps out of it?" The doctor inquired lightly, being as gentle as he could manage while he broke the news.
Even despite his attempts, the news was quite surprising. Oh, this just made everything worse for poor Meg. The selfish part of her wondered if there was even a chance. A baby complicated things. She shook the thought off and offered her the faintest of smiles. "I will do it.." she uttered softly. The doctor nodded and walked off to get the release papers for Meg.
To her surprise and relief she heard a choked sob escape the blonde, who seemed very aware now. How had that escaped her or the doctor's notice? But perhaps it was best that she still looked out for her friend. Especially since the circumstances were rather.. dire. If Meg's baby were to make it to term, she'd need to take better care of herself. "Meg.. it'll be alright.." Christine murmured as she leaned over the side of the bed to embrace her friend.
Meg clung tightly to her friend, heavy breaths filling the pauses between the sobs. Christine was worried but there wasn't much she could do aside from trying to soothe the ache. After a few minutes Christine opted to slide into the bed beside the blonde, laying beside her so as to be more comfortable. Meg didn't seem inclined to complain or move away so she could only assume that her friend didn't pay too much attention to what one of the implications would be.
The doctor returned with the papers and offered Meg the slightest of smiles as he had her sign the ones that required a signature. Meg then followed Christine out to her car, a little embarrassed that her best friend had seen her and touched her while she was completely naked. She doubted it was something that her friend enjoyed doing too much. The drive back to the blonde's house was silent until she spoke. "It's his baby, Y'know…?" Meg rasped softly, toying with her fingers. Christine wasn't surprised. Chauncey had been Meg's only steady boyfriend for quite awhile.
"I know, and I'm not going to gloat about it. I'm not happy that I was right, Meg." Christine informed lightly. That seemed to be the end of the conversation for the most part.
Once they reached the house, Meg clung onto Christine's arm, looking at her with wide, pleading eyes. "Won't you stay with me for awhile? I really don't want to be alone." She begged quite openly. Christine frowned, missing the friend that she used to have. The spunky, sarcastic and sometimes reckless friend. But she'd understandably been broken down.
"Of course I will. I'm just going to go get some clothing and other things. Would you like to come along instead of waiting?" Christine questioned, daringly leaning over to brush a blonde strand away from her friend's face. At Meg's nod, she started the car again and pulled out of the driveway.