Chapter 5: Where Are You Now?
by Myshawolf (myshawolf at yahoo.com)
Nightmare: (walks out with a letter, clears her throat) Ahem.
"Dear readers, I'm sorry I'm not here to personally greet you to this
latest chapter. Currently I'm at the hospital seeing my new niece
Hayley Alexa. She is 8lbs. 7oz. and utterly adorable. I will be back
next weekend. Ciao and On with the show. Blessed be, Myshawolf."
*Nightmare pales* Dear Creator, there are more of her kind running
around. Run, everyone!
Chapter 5- Where Are You Now?
Erika sat up in her bed. Groggily, she took in her surroundings and
realized she wasn't in her underground house or the hotel. The room
was sparsely decorated but had a Victorian touch to it. Her eyes
settled on a deep purple trenchcoat hanging in the corner. James's
room. Erika was about to get up when the door opened and Fenwick
"Ah, you are awake, mademoiselle," Fenwick smiled as he walked to the
bed. "How are you feeling?"
"Okay, I guess. I haven't moved yet," Erika stated dully. "You should
be in bed. I saw you coughing up blood."
"My cheek was scraped up. He didn't hit me as hard as he did you,"
Fenwick explained as he sat by her bedside. "Please don't hold it
"I know who to blame, Monsieur Fenwick," Erika growled as she thought
of the coward who was controlling James. "I will kill him."
"Take a number. Right now we need to concentrate on analyzing this."
Fenwick produced the blood sample.
"Excellente." Erika grinned. "Then James can kill the bastard."
Fenwick mirrored her grin. "It will take some time. Since your hotel
isn't safe, you should stay here."
Erika asked the burning question, "What was he doing there?"
Fenwick rubbed a hand over his face. "We are not sure right now. The
Yardie is looking into it. But I would feel better if you were here. I
promised him I would keep you safe."
"I can handle myself," Erika added.
"I'm sure you can, but we aren't dealing with a normal man. Did you see
the way he jumped from the roof? He has no fear, no inhibitions," Fenwick
"I know." Erika sighed. "So now what? We can't hide all the time."
"We won't but we need to stick together." Fenwick sighed, feeling his
age as his jaws ached. "Watson will be by to escort you to the
theater. I'll take you topside and will meet you there at six.
Everyone needs to have someone with them from now on."
Erika nodded from her seat. Fenwick looked over the depressed singer.
He knew how she felt. As much as he wanted to maintain a distance
between them, he couldn't. Moriarty trusted her, so should he. Fenwick
"I'll make us some breakfast. Then we can collect your things from the
hotel," Fenwick said as he walked to the door. "James would want you
Before Erika could thank him, Fenwick left the room. Erika sat in the
bed lost in thought, memories. She was going to get James back,
Lestrade gently wrapped the bandage around Holmes' ribs. She secured
the wrapping and was rewarded with a hiss of pain. Lestrade smirked to
herself; that should teach him to run off without her. After studying
her handiwork and Holmes' naked upper torso, Lestrade decided there
wasn't much else she could do.
She tossed a clean shirt at Sherlock who caught it. Holmes hadn't said
a word to Lestrade on the way home. He was embarrassed that the girls
had to save him, Fenwick, and Wiggins. Sherlock shrugged into the
shirt, trying to think of something to say.
"So when are you going to tell me what happened?" Lestrade asked, as
she leaned on the dresser opposite from him.
Holmes looked up and realized he was in trouble. "I was following a
hunch. Too many people would have drawn too much suspicion. I asked
Watson not to tell anyone since everyone would have rushed there
before they were really needed."
"I would have waited, Sherlock. I trust you enough to," Lestrade
admitted. "But you didn't trust me."
"I do trust you. I didn't want anyone to risk their neck
unnecessarily," Holmes protested as he stood up. He winced in pain but
steadily he stayed on his feet.
Lestrade walked towards him, wagging her finger at him and growling,
"See. If I'd been waiting nearby you wouldn't have to take such a beating.
We could have everyone at a hundred percent instead of injured. Zed,
Wiggins nearly got killed. Lucky for him Erika and I arrived when we
Holmes batted her hand away, growling back, "Fine. Let say you were
there waiting. What if Culverton was there and saw you? What if he
tried to hurt you and I couldn't stop him because I was busy
distracting Moriarty? What then?"
"I can handle it!" Lestrade shouted.
"I can't. If anything happened to you, I couldn't live with the
consequences!" Holmes yelled back, then turned away, ashamed he'd raised
his voice. "Sorry. I forgot my manners."
Lestrade quieted down as well. 'I shouldn't have pushed. But zed,
Holmes, I was worried about you. It didn't help, walking up there and
seeing you injured, trying to walk."
Holmes hugged Lestrade close to him. "I'm sorry to worry you. I won't
do it again."
"If you do, I get to kill you."
"It's a deal."
On the other side of the door, Watson smiled. It was good that those
two made up. He moved away to give the couple some privacy.
Maybe something special might result from this misadventure. Watson
hummed as he walked into the kitchen.
Moriarty sat on his cot with his head in his hands. He couldn't
believe what had happened. He felt lower than dirt. The whole scene
played itself over and over again in his head. He couldn't believe he
hit her. His gray eyes looked at the wall ahead of him, except that he
was watching Erika's body go flying. Moriarty felt his heart sink
lower in his chest. Any harder and he could have broken her body in
half. The thought made him sick.
Soon the buzzing sound rang in his ears, drilling into his brain.
Moriarty closed his eyes against the pain. He had to fight against it.
A repeat of what he'd done to Erika couldn't happen again.
Erika gingerly walked through the backstage area. Whoever said the
actors couldn't see past their noses had never been to practices for a
show. Erika was good at covering her injuries, but she must be
slipping. It seemed everyone and their mother knew she was injured and
had to ask questions. Erika knew they were being kind to her. She
assured everyone the she was fine, having fallen while practicing late
last night at a friend's studio. That seemed to satisfy everyone,
including the directors.
Erika smiled at a young singer from Beijing. The girl smiled back and
came bounding up. Erika took a deep breath. She just wanted to sit
for a bit and rest her sore ribs. The girl smiled brightly.
"I heard about your ribs, Madam Noir," the girl said right off the
"It's Mademoiselle, Lea, and call me Erika, for zed's sake. We are
equals here." Erika smiled at the young girl.
"Erika. I heard Madame Umberto is trying for your part now you are
injured," Lea whispered. "I don't like her. She told me my style
wasn't artistic enough."
Erika shook her head. Umberto studied the old form of opera which
consisted of volume, not talent. She was old and on her way out,
whether she liked it or not. Erika leaned forward and said, "She said
that to me when I sang with her in Milan."
Lea giggled. She felt better meeting Erika at this concert. She was
afraid of being the only young singer at this show, but was surprised
by all the young people there. Erika especially intrigued her, due to
the Phantom's reputation.
Erika moved to walk away. Lea waved goodbye and noticed the time. She
rushed to the Rehearsal hall. She passed a man who looked lost. Before
she could speak, he walked away. Lea shrugged it off and continued on
Erika was waylaid a few more times by well-meaning crew members. She
would smile brightly and try to throw off their suspicion with
excuses or misleading questions. Eventually, she reached her dressing
room. As she went to open the door, a throat cleared, catching her
attention. Erika groaned in her head as she turned to face Madame
"Well, the little upstart finally got what she deserves," the aging
"Bonjour, Madame. I see your temper and charm hasn't faded a bit."
Erika smiled brightly.
"I see the Count de Chagny was right about your mannerisms. It will
only be a matter of time before the directors see it." Umberto sniffed
Erika's eyes flashed with a light that scared the prima donna.
"Really? You are cavorting with a madman, Madame? Fitting, isn't it? No
man would touch you in Milan. Only insanity would find someone like
you charming. He won't have to drug you to have his way."
"How dare you!" The prima raged at the insult and moved to slap the
Erika caught her wrist and growled, "I'm not the little girl you could
bully in Milan, Perdita. I grew up when I went back to Paris. Your
friend tried to kill me and he paid with his sanity. Don't make the
same mistake for your stupid pride."
Erika let go of the prima donna's wrist. The two women glared at each
other, the old trying to keep her territory while the young was
proving herself. Finally, Perdita flounced away. Erika waited until
she'd gone away a bit before leaning against the door. She'd really need
a vacation after all this.
Erika opened her door to the dark dressing room. She slipped in before
anyone else come stop her and locked the door. As she turned around,
she bumped into someone. Erika backed away and tried to reach for the
light switch. A strong hand grabbed her wrists and pulled her toward his
body. Erika struggled viciously despite the pain in her side.
Suddenly light flooded the room. Erika closed her eyes against the
brightness. She opened her eyes in surprise as the hands let go of
her. Moriarty looked down at her in concern. Erika was torn between
staying and running. They stared at each other in confusion.
"I'm sorry I hurt you," Moriarty whispered, breaking the silence.
Erika smiled at him gently. "I forgive you, Professor."
Moriarty smiled at her hesitantly. The look she was giving him made
his stomach tighten. Before he could say anything else, she was
showering him with kisses. Moriarty was shocked by the sudden show of
affection. His heart tightened at the sheen of tears in her eyes as
she touched his lips.
The few times their lips met, Moriarty felt a spark that raced
through his blood as they kissed. It disturbed him that he enjoyed them
so much. Maybe a little too much as he began to thirst for more of them.
Reluctantly, he pushed Erika away. Erika looked up at him with
confusion clouding her blue eyes. Moriarty began to be assailed by his
doubts. This wasn't a good idea. He was going to hurt her again.
Gingerly he touched her ribs and she flinched. His mind needed to see
that, to see what he did to her when he wasn't in control.
"I shouldn't have come," Moriarty whispered as he moved to leave.
"I won't let you leave me again," Erika warned as she blocked his way.
"I hurt you. By all rights, you should hate me," Moriarty remarked
surprise. Didn't she get it? He could kill her.
"I don't hate you. I hate the man who did this to you." Erika spat.
"I was the one who hit you," Moriarty growled, not understanding why
she would hate his master.
"Would you have if you'd seen me first before reacting?" Erika asked.
Moriarty opened his mouth to argue, but didn't know what to say. He
turned away from her bewitching blue eyes. He didn't know what was
going on any more. The buzzing started to return. His master was
summoning him. Moriarty knew he had to walk away from the beautiful
woman in front of him. How to do it without hurting her more than he
Erika touched his arm, worried for him. Moriarty whirled around with
such speed he scooped her up. He looked in her eyes for a moment, and
then kissed her hard. Erika reacted before she could even consider his
motives. Moriarty kissed her until she was breathless. Erika grew dizzy
from lack of air as the kiss continued on.
Just as quickly as he kissed her, he was gone. Erika slid to the
ground bonelessly before her mind could register what just happened.
When it did, she pulled her knees to her chest. He had too much of a
head start to bother with chasing him. Anger quickly over took her
self pity. Erika stood up and determinedly got ready for practice. She
would prove once and for all that she wasn't going anywhere, no matter
who was trying to scare her off. After quickly changing into a pair of
sweats and a leotard, Erika left the dressing room.
Culverton walked through the backstage area. That's it; he is so
locking the door to the room. He couldn't have his little slave out
wandering around for no reason at all. Culverton had a lot of money
riding on this project. Everything had to be right.
Culverton heard a door slam. Quickly he ducked behind some crates.
Peeking out, he saw the girl from the Opera House walking by. Her
cheeks were flushed in temper. Culverton was entranced by her beauty,
which her temper seemed to enhance. As she passed, he stepped out in
hope she would see him. When she just brushed by, Culverton walked
after her, unaware of a pair of gray eyes narrowing on him.
Erika was in high tantrum when someone tapped her shoulder. She
whirled around, ready to rip the poor soul apart. The young man stepped
back with his hands up in a harmless gesture. Her eyes softened. It
wouldn't do to take her anger out on the crew.
"Sorry. I just had a rough encounter with someone I know very well."
Erika sighed as she rubbed the space between her eyes.
"That's all right," the man smiled, "Tempers always flare during one
Erika gave him a considering look. "That they do. I don't believe I
have met you yet."
"I was just thinking the same thing. I'm called Smithy," he lied.
"Erika. What do you do, Smithy?" Erika asked, suspicious.
"Oh, a little bit of everything. I help make magic. Maybe I could show
you a few tricks?" he said smoothly as he took her arm.
Erika shrugged her arm out of his hold, "I don't think so. Now if
you'll excuse me, I have practice."
Erika flounced away from him. Culverton watched her go. He would make
her his. He turned to continue his search. Culverton rammed into
Moriarty who had walked up to him.
"There you are. You can't go wandering off like that!" Culverton
Moriarty didn't speak. He was afraid of what he'd say to this man. All
he knew was that he didn't like how this man looked at his woman. His breeding
was taking a back seat to his more primitive instinct. Right now this
man was daring to touch what he considered his, not that he would say
it out loud. Deep down he knew that woman, Erika, wouldn't appreciate
his line of thinking, but wasn't sure why he was so protective of her.
"Let's go," Culverton commanded as he turned to leave. Moriarty moved,
compelled to follow.
Lestrade listened intently to Erika's account of her encounter with
both Moriarty and the stranger. Lestrade did not like what she was
hearing. First, the break-in at Erika's hotel room, and now strangers at
the theater -- not comforting to the detective. In fact, she was
relieved that Erika was staying with Fenwick. Lestrade closed her eyes
thinking of what they should do.
"Are you sure he wasn't legit?" Beth asked wearily. Holmes was resting
in the bedroom from his injuries.
"Positive. He dodged my question about what he does. Plus security is
really tight here since this is an international event. Even Moriarty
has been spotted around here, although no one is too sure who he is."
Erika related, then noticed the Inspector's weariness, "What is wrong, my
Lestrade looked at Erika, "Since you are back at the hideout, I can
tell you this without you freaking too much. In my professional
opinion, you are his next target. The purpose could be either his own wants
or to cement his control over Moriarty, since you seem to shatter that."
"I don't like either scenario." Erika sighed. Fenwick said something
in the background that neither female heard.
"That's all I can think of, for right now. I'll run it by Holmes when
he wakes up. I'll take you back to the theater if you want."
"No, I'll stay here and help Dr. Fenwick with the blood sample,"
Erika declined. "I'm not needed at the theater until tomorrow morning
anyway, and then Dr. Fenwick will be escorting me."
"I'll pick you up then. Holmes wants everyone to meet at Baker
"I'll see you then."
The two cut the connection. Lestrade rubbed her temples for a few
minutes. She hoped that this case got wrapped up soon. Looking up, she
continued to contact her informants for anything new.
Erika turned away from the vid phone and walked to Fenwick's
workbench. She had just learned that Fenwick was a doctor, a geneticist,
actually. Her respect for the henchman rose quite a bit after learning
that. Since they still hadn't figured out what was controlling
Moriarty, Erika's talents weren't needed yet.
"Any luck?" Erika asked.
"None," Fenwick replied. "But something isn't right on the cellular
level. I just can put my finger on it."
"May I have a go at it?" Erika wondered gently.
Fenwick looked up at her. She was worn out. He could tell for the look
in her eyes. However she might be able to spot something he didn't see.
"You may," Fenwick consented, "after you get some rest."
Erika was about to protest when she yawned instead. Grinning
sheepishly, she knew he was right. Her emotions had been going up and
down all day. The stress had wreaked havoc on her body. Erika agreed to
the Doctor's terms and headed to James' room.
Gently, she shut the door so not to disturb Fenwick from his duties.
Erika was surprised by this new side of the doctor. She supposed that
the side that he usually showed in front of the detectives was only to
mislead them. The few times that James would reminisce about his life
growing up, he would speak of Fenwick with such respect. The way they
treated each other in public was so different, Erika had a hard time
believing what was true. Now she was noticing how Fenwick would speak
of his son with such pride. Erika knew the feelings were mutual at that
point and was happy to finally be accepted by the henchman.
Erika sat on the large bed. Slowly fatigue reared its ugly head and
Erika collapsed back onto the mattress. She slipped under the covers
and went off to the realm of dreams. Fenwick peeked in to check on the
young singer before leaving on some errands.
Moriarty smiled as he hurried to the nearest Underground entrance.
Hopefully by hiding the remote, he had bought himself some time until his
master called him again. He needed that time to find and question that
woman, Erika, about this feeling he had towards her. Deep in his guts,
a feeling of anger would grow every time his master would speak of her
like she was an object or prize to be had. He wanted to hit his master
for talking about her in a perverse way. However, he didn't dare hit
him; something always stopped him.
When he reached the Underground entrance, Moriarty hesitated for a
moment. How did he know she would be down here, anyway? She could still be
at the theater. A part of his mind screamed that he should know where his
mate was. Swallowing the doubt, Moriarty descended into the Underground,
his kingdom, in search of the answers.
Erika felt someone gently touching her face. It felt good,
comforting in the face of all the uncertainty that she faced in the
past few hours. Sighing softly, she turned towards the hand stroking
her face. Snuggling against it, she was safe for the first time in her
life. Groggily, she opened her eyes and wondered if she was still in her
Her blue eyes met a pair of greatly missed gray eyes. A smile graced
her lips as she took in his face. He looked lost, confused, and it
broke her heart. In an effort to comfort him as he had her, Erika
gently touched his face. As her fingers gracefully traced the lines on
his face, he closed his eyes. Erika gave a small laugh as she felt his
fingers thread the back of her neck. He was always trying to relax her
muscles after some of her rougher practices. Erika felt her eyelids
droop as she drifted back to sleep.
Moriarty held her for a few moments longer. He was drawn back to her
for some odd reason. In his heart, he knew that she was his heart.
Silently rebelling against what was controlling him, he vowed to protect
her from anything that was out to harm her, including himself. Pressing
a tender kiss on her lips, he reluctantly left her side. In his mind
he promised to return every night until he could remember what she was
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