A/N UPDATE 10/9 So this is AU and kind of OOC - really depends how you look at it. So if that ain't your thing then feel free to toddle along. If you are looking for a lovely fluffy story then this is not for you.

It's an alternate version of my story "Here Comes the Sun", it fits in after Chapter Eight: Here With Me (technically chapter 10 because it has 2 prologues) and then deviates from there. If you haven't read it, it doesn't really matter but it improves the context if you have as I have added a few "missing scenes".

I was listening to Tchaikovsky's "Symphony No.6 in B Minor "Pathetique" IV – Finale" while I wrote it so hence the title. I'd suggest listening to it while you read it but hey, up to you!

Disclaimer: I do not own TSOM except for on DVD and an old vinyl record.

Chapter One:
Symphone No. 6 - Finale
- Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky

Pouring himself another measure of whiskey, Georg drank it quickly and headed for his room. He knew he wasn't going to sleep but he should at least try and as he walked past the closed parlour door he heard the sound of Elsa and Max laughing. At least someone was having fun, he thought.

Walking into his room, he turned on a lamp and shrugged out of his jacket and tie, rolling up his sleeves. This evening had been…interesting. Sitting on the edge of his bed, he was finding it hard to forget the mental image of his governess with long golden hair, calling to him from the ocean depths. Nor could he shake the look she had given him. These thoughts were interrupted when the sound of his bedroom door opening slowly caught his attention.

Georg stood up quickly and was filled with instant regret as the two glasses of whiskey he had just consumed sloshed about his brain. Trying to blink the fog away, he peered at the door as it swung open softly to reveal a short figure peering through the door.

"Papa?"

Breathing out slowly, Georg squinted through the lamp light and saw the small huddled figure of Marta, a pink toy cat clutched to her chest.

"What is it, Marta?" he asked, moving towards her and bending down slowly in front of her, "Is something wrong?"

Marta gave the toy cat a little hug and said, "I had a nightmare and I was going to go to Fraulein Maria but the shadows on the wall scared me and the thunder growled at me."

Georg tried to ignore the momentary flash of guilt that he felt whenever he was reminded that his children would prefer to seek comfort from the governess and not their own father. There was a clap of thunder and Marta shivered as she held on tightly to her stuffed animal. Standing up, he moved to his bed and grabbed his jacket and threw it over her small shoulders.

"There you go, sweetheart. Come on, I'll take you back to your room," he said soothingly.

Scooping her up, he walked out of his room, headed into the nursery and placed Marta feet down on the soft rug next to her bed. Looking over to the other bed, he saw Gretl was fast asleep with her head at the opposite end of the bed and he gave a small chuckle at the sight.

"Papa? Can I keep your jacket?" Marta asked shyly as he turned back to her and saw her wrapping the jacket around her tightly.

Georg gave her a kiss on the forehead and said quietly, "Of course, now hop into bed. There are no monsters, nothing to be scared about."

Turning a small rabbit shaped lamp on, he stroked her hair back and left the room once she was settled. As he slipped back into his room, Georg rubbed his forehead irritably. Not that he minded that it had been Marta at his door, but for one brief hopeful moment he thought it might have been her. Why on earth Maria would come into his room in the middle of the night was beyond him but still, the hopeful thought had been there.

Unbuttoning his shirt, he tossed it carelessly across the room. He could still hear the sound of Maria's small gasp as their fingers touched when he passed her the book in his study this evening. And the sight of her wide-eyed surprise at their touch was constantly replaying in his head. But that look had still been nothing compared to the burning gaze she had given him while he played the guitar earlier this evening.

There was a gentle knock at the door that made Georg pause in his deliciously torturous musings and he turned to see the door open a fraction.

"Uh, Captain?" came Maria's voice.

Pushing the door opening slowly, he watched her head peek in and then slowly the rest of her followed as she stepped into the room. The concerned look in her eyes momentarily stunned him out of his lustful stupor.

"Sorry to disturb you but I went to check on the children when I heard the storm outside and Marta wasn't in her bed. I checked all the other rooms and looked downstairs but I couldn't find her anywhere," she said in a breathy rush, and he saw she was twisting her hands as she gazed anxiously at him.

Walking towards her, unable to believe she was really standing there, he said, "She came here, I just put her back in her room."

She gave a large sigh of relief and he couldn't help but watch as her chest moved with the movement. It made him realise she was still wearing the blue dress, the sleeves of which fluttered slightly as she talked.

"Oh, what a relief!" she said with a smile and he saw her body relax as she seemed to take in the room for the first time.

As soon as the smile had graced her faced, he watched it slip away as she turned to look at him again. She had a peculiar expression on her face and it took him a minute to realise she wasn't quite looking at his face, but at a point below his face.

"Fraulein?" he asked as she continued to stare.

She made a sound only best described as "Ungh" and then seeming to remember herself, gave a small shake of the head. Even in the low lamplight he could see that her face had flushed bright red.

Blinking, she looked up at him and then averted her eyes again, "Uh, yes, Captain?"

"Are you all right?" he asked, taking another step towards her.

"Yes, fine, fine, fine," she said distractedly and went to turn and leave but he had reached the door and gently closed it before she managed to turn around.

"You don't sound fine," he said and he couldn't help the amused tone in his voice.

He knew he should let her leave, but the whiskey was making him act rashly, and truthfully, he didn't want to her to go. He wanted to see her face flush again, and not from embarrassment.

Turning to face him, her eyes determinedly on his face, she said, "I am just fine, Captain. I think I should return to my room now."

Even though she said this, she made no effort to actually leave; she just stood there with that defiant look in her eye. It seemed to say, "I'm not scared of you."

"Have I ever told you that you're a terrible liar, Fraulein?" he drawled and slowly crossed his arms.

The quick flick of her eyes back to chest as he moved his arms didn't escape him and he saw that her face was starting to get slightly pink again.

She drew in a large breath and the sight of her heaving chest once again captivated him. Did she have any idea how alluring she was? Probably not, he decided. But that just made it even more thrilling.

"I believe you may have mentioned it before," she retorted, and then she added, "I am feeling just fine, thank you."

"You just seem," he paused and uncrossed his arms to wave his hand, which he noticed her eyes followed,"…uncomfortable."

She squirmed slightly and she took a step back, which brought her against the closed door. Reaching behind her, she grasped the door handle but before she could turn it he placed his hand over hers.

Her eyes shot up to meet his and he could practically feel the tension hum in the room. It wasn't quite clear how long they stood like that, it could have been seconds, or it could have been minutes. Georg wasn't completely sure what his plan was but he knew he couldn't let her leave. Something had changed between them.

The other night he had been so tempted to kiss her when they had been alone in the kitchen, and then he'd gone and ruined everything by upsetting her. And then he had gone and upset her again when she'd rush into the attic the next day. But she had stayed, even apologised to him, and helped him brave through the memories of Agathe.

It was quite clear he was attracted to her; he'd given up denying that. There was something else to it though - he admired her, respected her and found he cared for her greatly. Georg knew he hadn't sung that song tonight for his children, it had been for her. Because she had asked and the way she had gazed at him with those blue eyes as she gently pleaded through rose tinted lips had made it impossible to say no.

With great care, he took her hand from the door handle and placed her hand over his chest. Her wild, bright eyes gazed down at her hand and then he felt her fingers graze excruciatingly slowly through the scattering of chest hair. There was the gentle roll of thunder outside as he sucked in a breath.

Trying to hold desperately onto whatever thread of self-control he had, Georg asked in a low voice, "Do I make you feel uncomfortable?"

Her face flushed again and still staring at her hand on his chest, she breathed, "No- yes, no – I don't know."

Through the hazy fog in his head, a voice was screaming at him; telling him he was acting like a madman. But he didn't listen - he didn't want to listen. So many years spent buttoned up behind the suit, behind the façade. With agonising slowness, terrified that if he moved any faster she would disappear, he used his free hand to tilt her head up to look at him.

The look in her eyes floored him, it was like they were both back in the parlour room again. But this time, there were no children, no Elsa and no Max. In a rush, his last thread of control snapped and he brought his lips to hers. In one heart stopping moment, neither moved until he felt her fingers curl against his chest and her mouth opened gently under his as she sighed.

Pinning Maria against the door, his mouth moved feverishly over hers and he felt her hand snake up his chest to grip his shoulder. Her lips parted again and he took her bottom lip, tugging it gently. A soft, delighted moan escaped her and he pulled her closer to him, the soft fabric of her dress clinging to his skin. Leaving her mouth, he trailed a blaze of kisses down the column of her neck until he came to the base, which he grazed across lightly with his teeth.

There was another gentle roll of thunder and it seemed to slip into his mind and remind him what he was doing. Pulling back from her, he saw in the low light that her face was flushed, her lips were swollen and her eyes were half closed.

The sight before him was utterly enthralling and he was sure no sane man could have resisted her. He watched as her eyes opened and the numerous emotions flickered across her face. The flashes of guilt, shame and fear on her face were unbelievably painful to see and he quickly withdrew his hands from her face and neck.

"Maria," he said, his voice low and still heavy with arousal, "Please don't be afraid, I'll stop. I'm so sorry- I shouldn't have-"

"Captain, I-I-" she breathed, her eyes locked with his, "I'm afraid because- because I don't want you to stop."

Her honest admission seemed to ignite the flame inside him once more and he lunged for her again, one hand on her waist and the other threading through her soft hair. The kiss was more demanding this time, their lips battling in a hunger of unbridled desire. Parting her lips, Georg deepened the kiss, savouring her like a fine wine. She was exquisite, all his dreams certainly did not compare to the real feel and taste of her. The hand on her waist moved and quickly unhooked the belt that wrapped around her.

"You need to tell me to stop," he heard himself whisper against her mouth through panted breaths.

But she didn't say a word; she just pressed herself more firmly against him, her fingers digging into his shoulders. His hands continued up her back until his fingers found the buttons at the top of her dress and slowly begun to undo them. In one long moment, he pulled back from the attentions on her mouth to peel the top of her dress down her arms.

His fingers skimmed across her exposed shoulders and down her sides, his eyes drinking in the sight of her bra clad chest heaving with each panted breath. Moving of their own accord, he cupped her face again and brought her mouth back to his, needing to taste her again. Maria's hands were threading through his hair and he could hear her making small moans as she writhed underneath him.

The gentle lull of the storm outside was interrupted as a loud crash thundered through the night, and lightning illuminated the room. Maria jolted out of his embrace and her arms hastily pulled the top of her dress to her chest. Her eyes were bright and wild as she gazed up at him and she bit down on her bottom lip as her brow furrowed in panic.

"Oh, I-I am- Captain, I- forgive me," she whimpered and hastily bent down and picked up her belt.

Georg went to reach for her but she stretched a hand out to keep him at bay. He caught a glimpse of her face and the agony on it was unbearable to see, it made his chest ache. Shoving her arms hastily through the sleeves of her dress, she quickly turned and fled out of his room.

A/N Might keep going but for now it's just a little one shot because I'm a horrible person. - I kept going but am still a horrible person.