Christine/Erik

Erik, the TV and Doctor Who

A.N: Inspired by a fellow Wattpad writer called LaraCoswin.
I wrote this while listening to music so this is a bit crazy.
I don't know a lot about Doctor Who, like I said, I'm acting on a prompt given by LaraCoswin. But I'll try my best.
Imagined Cast
Erik- (per usual) Gerard Butler, but with the voice of Ramin Karimloo
Christine- (also per usual) Emmy Rossum
The Doctor- Matt Smith
Clara Oswald- Jenna Coleman

DISCLAIMER: Characters belong to Andrew Lloyd Webber and Gaston Leroux...and me.

Okay, okay, fine! I'll delete that last part.

(In a million lightyears.)

Okay, now seriously...

Characters belong to ALW and Leroux.

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Christine and Erik were cuddling up on the couch watching TV when all of a sudden Christine yawned. Erik looked at her, concerned. "My dear, it is really very late. You should get rest. I'll stay up and watch the rest of the episode and let you know the ending tomorrow." He got up, grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the bedroom, ignoring her suspicious looks and cries of protest. He picked her up and laid her on the bed and then locked the door behind him. Christine got up and started pounding on the door, but after a few minutes decided to just try to go to sleep. After all, she already knew about her husband's obsessions...
Erik flopped onto the couch and changed the channel to BBC. He grinned a cheesy grin as the words Doctor Who flashed across the screen accompanied by the TARDIS (Time and Relative Dimensions in Space). The theme music blared loudly, causing Christine to grunt in a very unladylike way, imitating a pig, and cover her head with a pillow.
Erik stared intently at Clara and the Eleventh Doctor having their last conversation and started bawling uncontrollably like a newborn baby when the Doctor died. "NOOOOO! Oh, shoot, no! Don't dissolve, Clara needs you!!! You both still need to decide to resign and settle down and have babies and a family! Remember?" "Erik, dear, are you alright?" Christine called from the bedroom. "Yes, yes, I'm fine, honey," Erik hurriedly replied, muttering his mantra, "The Doctor always regenerates," over and over and over again in his head. Due to his amazing ability to starve and not sleep for days on end Christine was always overly concerned for the negligence of his health and his emotional state. He had to deflect suspicion...but it was hard.
"Are you sure?" asked Christine suspiciously, double-checking. Erik bit his tongue to muffle his wails of sadness and grasped some tissue in his hand, dabbing at his eyes. "Of course, my dear. The opera ghost is always right." "Well, what about that time you thought it would be a good idea to make Carlotta sing like a toad again and accidentally wandered into the wrong underground passage and made Madame Giry croak instead?" Erik glared at the bedroom door. "They're both just as fat, so naturally sooner or later I'd have made a mistake." Christine stifled a giggle and called out, "Madame Giry's not fat!" Erik turned his attention to the screen, and, ignoring the last comment, said "I must say, her daughter's figure certainly takes after hers. If she were a turkey she'd be stuffed at the dining table by now." Christine yelled, "Meg's not fat!" Erik, who was getting tired of this conversation, retorted, "Do be quiet, Christine. I'm trying to watch this..." Christine sighed and went back to bed.
An hour and 7 cups of 3-in-1 coffee later, she was woken up once again by the end credits music blaring and Erik's temper tantrum, which was basically just him throwing things around while sobbing, "Why, Doctor? Why???" Christine muttered an impolite word and got up to prevent the TV from breaking, all the while cursing her husband's obsession with Doctor Who.