The Phantom of Warehouse 13

{A crossover between AndrewLloydWebber's the Phantom of the Opera and Warehouse 13, neither of which I own}

CHAPTER 1

"I used to be old but now I feel young,

'Cause I was a boy when I learned how to run.

I could never be settled in one time or place"

ClaudiaDonovan awoke as the lyrics to "Teenage Rebel" by Chameleon Circuit played though her alarm. She looked over at the time, 10:45. Crap. Artie was going to have his grandpa pants in a wad. She dressed quickly and hurried over to the Warehouse.

"Ah! Look who finally decided to join us! Where have you been?" Artie called as Claudia entered. Claudia tried to bite back the sarcastic retort, but decided it would be way more fun not to.

"I was back working on a formula to bring your pet dinosaur back. I know you miss him, so I wanted to help." She said with a feigned innocence. Pete and Jinksy both doubled over laughing, and both tried to hide it. Myka just shook her head, her hand covering a smile.

"Well, since you're in such a 'helpful' mood today, why don't you go and take inventory in the Opera section?" Artie countered. Claudia suppressed a groan. Then seeing the smile on Myka's face he added, "Myka can help you."

Claudia and Myka both rolled their eyes as they headed into the Warehouse.

"Christine, I love you." The Phantom's heartbroken voice echoed across the depths of his lair.

Christine was crying as she took off the ring he had given her and placed it in his hand. She turned and headed toward that fop, Raoul. The Phantom heard the combined voices of the police, the opera goers, and employees. The mob was getting closer. Soon they would be there.

Erik woke with a start. He had been having that nightmare ever since Christine's debut in Hannibal. It was all the fault of that ignorant fool, Raoul. He'd only recognized her after her huge success. The Phantom took a second to calm himself and looked at the ancient clock hanging in the corner. It was time, so he left to get Christine for another lesson. She was in her dressing room as per their agreement.

"I am your angel of music. Come to me, angel of music."

He slid the one way window open and the smoke from the underwater lake flooded into her room. Christine began to walk foreword and reach for his outstretched hand.

"I am your angel of music. Come to me angel of music."

She took his hand and together they descended into the depths of the Opera Populaire.

Claudia and Myka had been taking inventory for the past couple of hours. "How can there be this many Opera related artifacts?!" Claudia exclaimed, putting down yet another script for an unperformed Opera. Myka ignored her. "Myka?" Claudia asked, turning to face her friend. Myka was staring at a mannequin that was dressed in a black suit, complete with a cape and a broad brimmed hat. Perched on the right side of its face was a stark white mask. Myka was staring at it in awe. "The Phantom of the Opera was real?!"

Claudia could only shrug. There was something about that mask. Before she could stop herself she reached out with a bare hand and grabbed the mask.

As he led Christine further into the depths of the catacombs under the opera house, she began to sing.

"In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came

That voice which calls to me and speaks my name.

And do I dream again? For now I find

The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my mind"

He responded, mainly because he didn't want her to stop.

"Sing once again for me, our strange duet

My power over you grows stronger yet

And though you turn from me, to glance behind,

The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your mind"

She replied,

"Those who have seen your face draw back in fear

I am the mask you wear…"

"It's me they hear"

Just at that moment a large object fell into the water in front of their boat. Christine screamed and the Phantom immediately dived into the water to retrieve whatever it was.

Claudia was falling for what seemed like forever. "C'mon" she thought, "It's not like I'm going to Wonderland."

At that moment she heard two singing voices. And then she hit the cold water. She tried to fight her way to the surface but it was no use, as she couldn't tell which was the surface was. Then she felt herself being lifted out of the water. She vaguely remembered seeing a boat with a beautiful girl and a soaked man dressed in a black suit before she passed out.

Christine and the Phantom spent the rest of the trip in silence. She couldn't help but stare at the strange red-headed girl. She looked so foreign, she must be a performer. It was the only explanation for her strange dress. But that didn't explain how she had appeared here. Christine glanced back at her Angel of Music.

"Who is-"she began, but he just shook his head.

"I have no idea who she is, or where she came from."

When they reached the Phantom's lair, he took the strange girl and laid her in an elaborate swan bed. He turned back to Christine.

"Come, let us begin." He gestured to the huge organ. She looked at him incredulously. "So, we're going to ignore the strange girl and continue with teaching me to sing?" She asked, sarcasm dripping from her words. He simply nodded. She shrugged and they began her singing lesson.

Claudia awoke to the singing of an angel. 'Oh crap,' she thought. 'This is worse than the episode with Volta's Lab Coat. Artie's gonna KILL me this time.' She opened her eyes and saw the man in black playing the organ and the woman in white was singing. She tried to get up but when she moved, there was an explosion of pain in her head. The woman in white had noticed her movement and within moments they were both at her bedside.

The strange girl turned to face her.

"Where am I?" She asked.

The angel of music continued staring at her, so Christine responded,

"You're in the Opera Populaire; well, under it at least. My name is Christine Daae, and this is my tutor, the Angel of Music."

"Now, who are you and how did you get here?' The Angel growled.

Claudia suppressed a groan. 'Oh great,' she thought to herself 'There is no way I'm actually stuck inside of a musical. Okay where did that come from?' It seemed that the longer she was here with the pair, the less she could remember about her life before hitting the water. 'At least,' she thought, 'I remember my name.' Then she realized that Christine and her "Angel" were waiting for an answer.

"I'm Claudia Donovan. Nice to meet the two of you."She quipped. This was all she managed to get out before the pain intensified and she passed out again.

The Phantom had no idea what to do. This was supposed to be the time when he and Christine could be alone, away from those idiot managers and that fop Raoul. But now this Claudia character had ruined it distracting the both of them from his teaching. He had no idea how to proceed. Christine looked up at him.

"Perhaps we should fetch a doctor?" she suggested hesitantly.

He decided that she was right. With a nod of agreement, he left her with the sleeping Claudia.

There was a flash of white smoke and he disappeared, leaving her with the unconscious girl. Christine had never felt so alone. A short while later, as she was getting ready to leave this 'Claudia's side, the girl woke again. She seemed nice, and Christine was curious. She looked down at the girl and started to question her. "Where are you from? Why are you dressed that way? How did you get here? Have we ever met? Are you a performer too? Or a friend of the Angel of Music?"

Claudia awoke to Christine's barrage of questions. They made her head hurt worse. But the look that Christine was giving her was a lot like the one she used on Artie, whoever that was, when she wanted information from him. The problem was she didn't know how to answer. She'd seen the AndrewLloydWebber musical, (she, Pete, Myka and Jinxy had all taken a slight detour on one of their many artifact retrievals in New York) and it did not involve a Warehouse agent from the future falling in on them. "Okay, this is getting weird." She thought, as she had no idea where these thoughts came from or why. She was saved from having to answer by the return of the Phantom with an elderly old man who looked scared out of his wits. He nervously glanced up at the Phantom. The Phantom gestured to her. The tottering old man came over and examined her, checking for bruises, fractures, scrapes, and any other possible injury. Once he finished, he turned to the Phantom.

"She is fine, other than maybe a slight case of memory loss from the shock." The old man concluded. Claudia heaved an inward sigh of relief. Amnesia! That explained it. With that the Phantom left to return the old doctor who still looked as if he would faint at any moment. Christine looked at her, this time her eyes were full of pity. Ugh. Claudia groaned. She REALLY hated pity. Christine began to apologise, but Claudia stopped her.

"It's alright" she laughed, "No worries. So… who are you again? And what is this place?"

Christine smiled. "'So…' you're in the basement of the Opera Populaire in 1894. Until recently I was a chorus girl. But then my Angel of Music…"

Christine found herself telling Claudia her entire life story, from the time she spent in the cabin by the sea with her father till now. Claudia listened to her so well, and Christine found herself unable to stop. It was not long until Christine had told this stranger some of the things she wouldn't even tell Meg, her best friend. She even started telling her about her meeting with her childhood sweetheart, Raoul, and how he had come to see her after her debut. She was interrupted just as she mentioned him asking her on a date,

"So he was at the rehearsal earlier today, and was watching you and the other dancers?" Claudia questioned, "And said nothing to you then?" "Yes, I…I think he saw me." Christine answered slowly, unsure where Claudia was going with this.

Claudia continued. "And a now that you've become a star, he wants to take you to dinner?" Christine realised what Claudia was saying. She opened her mouth to contradict Claudia but couldn't. The other girl saw the look that must be all over her face by now, and thankfully decided to change the subject. "So does your 'Angel' always have to twirl his cloak like that, is her trying to clean the ceiling, or what?" She asked Christine, who broke out laughing.

The Phantom had dropped the doctor with the waiting MadameGiry. He returned to his lair to find the two girls smiling and even laughing with each other. This did not bode well for whatever was left of his sanity. It only got worse when he came in and they both started laughing harder. He would have been furious, he hated people laughing at him, but it wasn't malicious. More like he had just walked in at the wrong time. He took off his cape, strangely causing them to laugh harder and walked over to Christine.

"Come we must return. Those two fools who run my theatre will be missing you."

He had also taken the opportunity to deliver five notes. Two notes to the managers, one to Carlotta, one to Raoul, and the last to , to be delivered to all four of the others at the right moment. The company would be performing "Il Muto" in a month and he had no wish to suffer through yet another opera butchered by Carlotta. He also had no wish to once again not have a seat. Apparently the new managers, in addition to bring stupid, also had no manners.

At the crestfallen look on both of their faces, he decided to relent.

"Fine, you pair stay here. I have unfinished business anyway." He grumbled as he returned to his boat. He had no desire to stay with two teenage girls.

The white half mask clattered to the floor. MykaBering could only stare at the space where Claudia had just been. She did the only thing she could; she pulled out her Farnsworth and called Artie. He answered on the first ring.

"What happened?" he demanded.

Myka explained about Claudia and the mask, the distress growing in her voice. "And now she's gone and I don't know what to do." Her voice was breaking.

Artie sighed. "Bring the whole set up here and we'll see what we can do." Myka nodded and closed her Farnsworth. She reached down to pick up the fallen mask. And then everything went black. She hadn't seen the whole on the thumb of her glove.

The Phantom was returning from 'receiving' his salary of 25 thousand francs, when another falling object fell into his boat. This time it was an older brunette girl with curly hair. She tried to stand, but with the combination of the effects of the fall and the rocking of the boat, she wasn't successful. She sat back down and looked up at him.

"Who are you?" She asked.

He stared at the newcomer and sighed. Two strange women dropping in on him within the same week, this did not bode well for his reputation. He was the Phantom of the Opera; he dropped in on people NOT the other way around. He ignored her question and kept rowing. At the very least he could take her back to his lair and see if she would take the other girl off of his hands.

Claudia and Christine had resumed laughing and talking. Claudia was beginning to like this girl. She was funny, nice and really talkative. When Christine finished her narrative, Claudia took the opportunity to ask, "So, what's going on with you and the guy in the mask?" Christine's face turned white. For the first time in her life, Claudia regretted prying.

Just as Claudia was going to retract her question, Christine answered. "I don't know. He's my teacher and he's kind of always just been there."

Claudia looked at her, and decided to press further. "Tell me more about Raoul then."

Christine just stared. "He was a childhood friend. But I haven't seen him until last night, it was weird actually."

"Weird how?" Claudia took the bait. "Well," she responded, "I was happy to see him, of course. But I also wasn't. It was better just to have him as a memory of better times. When father would play the violin and we read to each other dark stories of the north. Now he's just another patron of the Opera but then again we were almost inseparable as children."

Claudia decided not to press further; she was already getting more information than she waned. Christine smiled. "Anyways enough about me and my problems, do you remember anything."

Claudia had prepared for this question for a while. "Just my name, other than that, there's just vague shadows. Sorry." She didn't know why she apologised, but it seemed like the thing to do.

Christine felt sorry for the strange girl in front of her. At least she could remember her life. Suddenly, an idea struck her. "Can you sing?"

Claudia looked surprised. "Come again?" Christine decided that this would be perfect.

"If you can't I'll teach you, but come ON! This will be fun!" Christine smiled and grabbed Claudia's hand, practically dragging the other girl to the large organ that she and her teacher had been using before. It was a beautiful instrument that occupied the center of the lair. She motioned for Claudia to sit next to her. Just as they had begun, Claudia was actually really good; they heard the noise of the returning boat. Christine and Claudia both stood and turned to face the entrance. As the boat came into view, Christine saw another strange woman, this one much older. She then saw Claudia's face light up. "Myka!" the other girl yelled.

A/N This is my first Fanfiction! Please let me know what you think, even if you hate it. Thanks :)