Ok, so I don't know what brings these wonderful ideas to my head, but, here we are! Always wondered what it would be like if Christine didn't die at the end of LND and Erik gets his happy ending….

Erik's POV

"Give me the gun, Meg." I was begging the jealous girl standing in front of me with her pistol pointed straight towards my family. Behind me, Christine was shielding Gustave with her body, and me, I was walking towards danger, not caring if I were shot or not. What mattered most was my Christine and Gustave's well being.

"Not another step." she rose the pistol higher, almost the height of my forehead. "Not another word."

"Don't be foolish, girl."

"You don't care about me!" she pulled back the safety. "All you care about is Christine."

"That's not true." my hand was shaking as it wrapped around its tip. "Now, hand over the gun before someone gets hurt."

"Angel, don't!" Christine was shouting for me, but I wouldn't listen.

"Mother, where's papa!" my son shouted. "He should be here!"

As I continued pulling the gun from Meg's hand, she blurted out the words I wish she wouldn't have.

"Your father? Your father? Hasn't your mother ever told you, Gustave? Raoul is not your father!"

"Meg!" I growled her name, yanking the gun forward, her hand still on the trigger.

"What?" she cried hysterically. "It's true! Christine fucked you out of pity and all these years she's been living a lie!"

This had angered me beyond anything. I had made Christine promise not to say anything to Gustave, and here was Meg, blurting it out anyway.

"Give me that!"

But she didn't. Instead, I heard her pull the trigger, ready to feel the pain of a bullet entering my body, but when the blast occurred, nothing but smoke emerged from the gun. Everyone had ducked, including Christine, covering Gustave with her own body. And there I was, still standing with the smoking barrel in my grasp. She grabbed the wrong bullets. This was my gun, and in my drawer I kept a box of bullets and a box of blanks. She must have filled it with the blanks. If not for that, I wouldn't still be standing.

"I'm….I'm so sorry." she muttered.

I placed the gun into my pocket. "You should be! You could have killed us you stupid girl!"

Meg put her head down in shame.

"You are fired, Meg. And if I ever see your face around Phantasma ever again," I raised my hand and cocked it to the side, ready to strike her. "you will regret it."

Madame Giry was behind me, but didn't dare say a word. If she had, I would have slapped her so hard across the face. This whole ordeal had frightened my little boy, so much that Christine scooped his small body up into her arms to carry him. He looked too heavy for her, but I was so afraid to offer in carrying my child. He had already screamed in my face once, I wasn't sure if I could take a second time. Instead, I recoiled my hand and pointed it in the direction of my home.

"Come, Christine." I said. "It's getting late, and soon, darkness shall be upon us."

Christine had no place to go. Her husband had left Coney Island, leaving her without a home or any money. Yes, she would be paid for singing for me, but it would be morning before she would see any money.

Christine followed me as we walked in silence, heading towards my home; a place I rarely spent anytime at. When I first came to Coney Island, I settled with a flat high above ground with a window large enough to gaze out upon. When I opened Phantasma, I built a dormitory, one that I spent my nights and days working in. If I slept, I did it bent over my work or my piano. There was no reason to return home…except now. My home was the only place that would be large enough to house the three of us.

When we arrived, I opened the bronze gates and unlocked the door that lead upstairs to my flat. Once I opened it, I turned on the lights, my paperwork scattered about and my furniture covered in sheets.

"I'm terribly sorry about the mess, Christine, I…I haven't been here in a long time." I rushed ahead and began cleaning up the scattered music sheets along with pulling off the dusty sheets.

"Angel, don't clean up, it's perfectly all right."

"It's a mess."

"Where can I put Gustave down?"

My little boy was asleep in my angel's arms. I quickly dropped what I was doing and hurried into the next room to clean up and make up the bed. Christine was standing there in the doorway as I worked quickly making up the small mattress and tearing the sheets off the wardrobe.

"Thank you." Christine said as she placed Gustave's sleeping body down on the covers.

"You're welcome, Christine."

As she began to remove his shoes, I left her alone, heading back out to the main room to continue cleaning up. I was exhausted from the day's events, my back beginning to ache from it all. I turned around when I heard a door closing, only to see Christine standing there. This was so awkward. All I had ever wanted was Christine to be beside me, and now that she was, I was at a loss for words.

"Um, would you like a cup of tea?"

Christine slightly smiled at my offer and nodded.

"Right." I looked down at the stack of paper work in my hand, and placed it on the piano before hurrying to the kitchen.

I opened the cabinets, not quite remembering where I placed my tea bags and mugs.

"You must believe me when I say that I'm sorry for the mess and my disoriented attitude. I have not been here in a long time."

"Why must you keep apologizing?" she kindly asked. "You haven't done anything wrong."

I didn't say a word once I finally found what I had been searching for. I ran a kettle under water and placed it on the stove burner.

"We'll talk more tomorrow morning." I said. "For tonight, you can sleep in my room."

"Oh, I couldn't possibly."

"I insist. I hardly sleep anyway."

She didn't argue another moment, only took a seat at the dinning room table and yawned.

"My wardrobe is filled with my nightshirts." I said. "Make yourself comfortable, Christine."

"Thank you-um…ah…Mister-"

"Oh, don't call me that blasted name." I said. "Only my employees call me Mister Y. Call me Erik."

"Erik?" she tasted it on her lips, the mere sound of it sending my soul soaring.

"Yes, it's my birth name."

"Erik…" she smiled. "It's a nice name."

"It's not the only one I get called around Phantasma. If only you knew the cruel things said behind my back."

"Phantasma is a wonderful place, Erik."

"Yes, well, I'm more concerned about the child at the moment."

"I'm sorry that Meg ruined everything."

"Don't ever apologize for what she does." I turned to pour the hot water into our mugs, placing Christine's down in front of her. "That little whore was bound to do something stupid sooner or later. It's obvious that Gustave loathes me. But now that he knows the truth, there's no telling what he'll feel."

"Don't say that, Erik."

"It's true, Christine. You were there when he screamed at my face."

I turned away, feeling Christine's hand brush over my own. The wonderful feeling stopped my heart, sending such happiness through my soul.

"If he's anything like me, Erik, which he is, he'll learn just as I have."

"It's been a long day, Christine." I said sipping on my tea. "We can talk about this another time."

"Yes, you're right."

I stood up with her, walking down the hall to my room. I opened the door, flicking on the lights to my dark realm. My windows were covered in long, black drapes, blood red sheets and black covers lining my bed.

"So, there's my bed." I motioned to it. "And the bathroom is across the hall. If you should need anything at all, Christine, I'll be on the couch."

From inside my wardrobe, I pulled out a few extra blankets and a pillow.

"Thank you, Erik." Christine approached me and pressed a kiss to my mask.

The sensation made my arms weak, and my heart race. Ten years! It had been ten long years since she last made any sort of contact with me.

"Um…I do hope the room will be comfortable for you."

"It will be just fine."

I nodded, and left her, walking back to the couch to make up my new bed. The couch would do just fine for now, seeing that I had slept in worse places. After taking off my jacket and placing it aside, I untied my shoes and laid down, the grandfather clock striking midnight.

I attempted to close my eyes and sleep, but I was still awake so I laid there.

"Erik?"

I turned my head upon hearing my name being called.

"Yes?" I sat up, only to see Christine standing there in my long nightshirt. Christine was wearing my clothes….Oh, who would have thought such a wonderful thing could occur.

"I'm finished with my tea."

I stood up and took the empty mug to the kitchen, placing it down in the sink.

"It was good, Erik, thank you."

"You're welcome." I came walking back out to sit on the couch. "And I see the nightshirt fits?"

Christine looked down at herself.

"Yes, thank you."

"No need to thank me, Christine."

"Are you sure you're comfortable on that couch?"

I nodded. "Yes, you should go to sleep now."

"Yes…Oh, if Gustave wakes up, would you tell him where I'm at?"

"Of course."

When Christine left again, only then did I dare remove my wig and mask, rubbing my hands against my sore flesh. I wasn't used to wearing the garments for so long. I had to due to the fact that I had company. The last thing I wanted to do was scare my son again. He was so beautiful. So beautiful and so innocent. Who was I to show him something that resembled every child's worst nightmare? He was probably having a dream about it now. I yawned once more, before plopping back against my pillow, shielding my distortion with it. My head was itchy from such a long hot day of wearing my wig, but in the morning I would shower and after washing my hair, the need to scratch would quickly vanish.

"It's horrible, so horrible!" I heard my son's familiar screams, only to gasp and shoot up into a sitting position. I looked around for any sign of him, but my home was silent and the doors were still closed. Had I fallen asleep and heard Gustave's screams in my dreams? Just to be sure that I wasn't dreaming, I stood up and placed the mask back over my face, heading towards my guest bedroom. Slowly, I cracked open the door to find my flesh and blood fast asleep beneath the covers. Gustave's screams had been a dream and nothing more. My son was beautiful, completely beautiful. The moonlight danced across his flawless face as his blonde locks covered his eyes. This had been the first time I had ever fully examined him. But then again, before, I didn't know he was my son, and when I did find out, I was too angry and upset to care. It was obvious that my son had been born with my blonde hair, but with Christine's facial shape. His was round, just like hers, when my face was long and boney. As he slept, I couldn't help but also notice that he had Christine's angelic lips. But his nose….I lifted my hand to feel my own, instantly noticing that he had been born with the same one. Yes, I had only been born with half a nose, but Gustave had a full one, one in the shape of my own.

When I saw that the blankets covering him were disheveled around the bed, I quietly tiptoed to the side and began fixing them. Never had I ever tucked in a child before, but the moment I placed the blankets back over him, I suddenly found the urge to kiss him goodnight. I had a right, didn't I? I was his father after all. I never knew my father, but now that Gustave was in my life, I wanted to be there for him, even if he didn't want me to be. For ten years, Raoul had taken care of my son, changed his diapers when I should have been the one doing it, feeding him his bottles when it should have been me burping him, me teaching him how to play the piano, me seeing his first recital! But no, I was too busy with Phantasma to even consider the fact that what Christine and I had shared had also created a child. No, I was too naive to ever consider the possibility of her becoming pregnant. I wasn't a father, I donated my seed, that was about it…Raoul had been the one raising him, been the one being called "Father" for ten years. I knew in my heart that he would never call me "father," not now, and not ever.

Gustave's POV

I awoke when I felt the blankets of this strange bed being placed over my back. At first I thought it to be mother, but did not shift to find out. When the figure walked towards the door, I was glad I didn't. I even re-closed my eyes just to be sure he didn't see me awake. It was him; the monster I had come to fear more than anything in the world. Just a few days ago, I had thought him to be the most magnificent man in the universe, when in reality, he was a monster. He liked the same hobbies as I did, music and adventure being just a few. He did seem strange with wearing his white mask and all, but it was Coney Island and I believed he only wore it because everyone else dressed strangely as well. But I came to know that beneath that mask lied my worst nightmare. I had never seen a face more distorted or scarier in my entire life. His face was like one of malformed troll, covered in red and purple veins, dead yellow flesh stretched drum tight over bone, with part of his skull exposing from the side. Horrible! Just thinking about it frightened me.

But today, I received the worst shocker of all- this man was my father. I didn't believe it, not for a minute did I believe that my mother would lie down with something as disgusting as him. Meg has been upset and filled with jealousy, that was all. Even if Mister Y was my father, she wouldn't have kept something like that from me. She loved father! She loved Raoul! I missed him. Yes, he might have drank, and he might have never played with me, but he was the only father I ever knew or needed. Where was he anyway? Right before the performance he had come to see mother. I was sure he would have come for us after the performance, but I have not seen him since. Why weren't we back at the Phantasma motel? That's where father had to be, right? We should have been at the motel, and not here, with this crazy man.

I waited several minutes, before deciding to get up, just incase Mister Y was still lurking about. I never slept at night…for some odd reason, I couldn't stay asleep for more than four hours at a time. Instead, I would stay up into the wee hours of the morning writing music while my parents were fast asleep. I stood at my door, looking out to see where Mister Y was. Thankfully, he was laying on the couch with his face facing the cushions. Quietly, I tiptoed out into the hall, not particularly knowing in which direction I was headed. I needed to find mother, and I wasn't going to stop until I did so. There were only two doors down the hall, one being the bathroom, and the other the room where my mother was sleeping. For the past few months, my mother had not gotten a good night's rest. She would always stay up, waiting for Raoul to return home from the bar. But now, as I peeked into the bedroom, I noticed that she was fast asleep…and who was I to wake her? All my questions could be answered when she woke. Instead of disturbing her, I closed the door and headed back to my room, but not before noticing that Mister Y was now sitting at his desk with his back turned towards me, a small gas lamp illuminating what ever he was working on. It was strange to see him awake at such a late hour deep in his work. Just looking at him reminded me how I always stayed up late working by candle light. And right before slipping back into my room, I couldn't help but think that perhaps he and I weren't that much different after all…

Please review everyone! I don't know how often I'm gonna update, but I'll get around to it as much as I can. At the moment I have another one going as well. Too dark to see a thing...