[November 14th] [The Phantom of the Opera/Hogan's Heroes] Genesis of a Phobia
Title: Genesis of a Phobia
Day/Theme: November 14th - You fear blood more and more
Series: The Phantom of the Opera (post-musical)/Hogan's Heroes (pre-series) crossover
Characters: (repented)Erik, (young)Louis LeBeau
Rating: T (for blood... obviously)
Author’s note: the characters aren’t mine, and the ficlit is! In my timeline, LeBeau is the grandson of the Chagnys, and Erik has repented. In the Hogan's Heroes canon, it's revealed that LeBeau can't stand the sight of blood. This is an attempt to explain why.
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In hindsight, Raoul decided that he should be grateful for Erik’s timely actions, even if the end result had scarred his grandson for life. At least the boy still had his life.
His daughter Giselle and her husband, Antoine LeBeau, had brought their four children-Jean-Philippe, Genevieve, Arianne, and Louis-to Paris for a few days. Raoul and Christine insisted that Giselle and Antoine spend a day out together while the children spent time with their friends. It didn’t take much convincing for the couple to take a day’s break from their parental duties.
Genevieve was old enough to go shopping on her own, and Arianne insisted on going with her. Jean-Philippe, on the other hand, was determined to spend the day with his gang of Parisian friends. And although Louis wanted to tag along with his elder brother, he knew from personal experience that his brother would inevitably find a way to send him back to the house.
Louis griped and complained at first as he was left behind, but soon amused himself by exploring the large, old house and surveying the chefs in the kitchen until his criticism of how to properly prepare a ratatouille caused the chefs to send him out; they were not about to be lectured by a youngster, even if his suggestions had some substance to them. Muttering, Louis left and decided to go have a talk with his grandfather in the drawing room.
The timing of this had turned out to be terrible. Erik, not knowing that the viscount had guests, had come to visit Christine. Erik was quite old by this time; he knew his days were numbered, and he had wanted to see Christine one last time. Raoul, in the meantime, was contending with a disgruntled crook, who had cheated on his taxes for so long that his property was now being seized. He had been coming by every day for the past several weeks, asking for a reprieve, with Raoul explaining again and again that the man had been given a year’s reprieve before the actual plans for the property seizure were even drawn up, and that, like it or not, fraud charges would have to be pressed.
This, naturally, did not satisfy the crook. And when young Louis entered the room to see his grandfather arguing with this man, the crook saw an opportunity to try to get some leverage.
It happened so quickly-Louis yelped as the man threw an arm around the boy, hauling him off his feet, and Christine shrieked as she and Erik looked over and saw the cruel man pull a gun from his pocket and place the cold metal on Louis’ temple.
“You will call it all off, Monsieur le Vicomte,” he ordered, coldly. “You will destroy the records, drop the charges, and promise the return of the property that was taken from me if you wish to see this boy unharmed.”
Raoul’s mind raced, and he noticed Erik slipping ever so quietly behind the crook, pulling out a familiar lasso. The viscount knew he would have to stall for time…
But young Louis, feisty as he was, did not take kindly to such treatment. He bit the arm holding him. The crook roared and let him drop before aiming the gun at him. Raoul charged from the front as Erik seized the assailant’s wrist. But in the ensuing struggle, the gun went off.
Erik hissed as the bullet grazed his disfigured temple, blood beginning to pour down his already ghastly features. Louis made the mistake of looking up, taking a long look at Erik’s face for the first time. The musician’s disfigured face would have startled the boy enough without the blood coursing down it; as it was, young Louis paled and fainted, his grandfather catching him just in time as Erik ignored his wound and bound the crook.
The Viscount and Christine gently brought the boy around. Erik was holding a cold, wet cloth to his bleeding face as the assailant lay bound hand and foot on the floor, courtesy of Erik’s Punjab lasso.
The boy did awaken, but the damage had been done. Never again would Louis LeBeau be able to stand the sight of blood.
Day/Theme: November 14th - You fear blood more and more
Series: The Phantom of the Opera (post-musical)/Hogan's Heroes (pre-series) crossover
Characters: (repented)Erik, (young)Louis LeBeau
Rating: T (for blood... obviously)
Author’s note: the characters aren’t mine, and the ficlit is! In my timeline, LeBeau is the grandson of the Chagnys, and Erik has repented. In the Hogan's Heroes canon, it's revealed that LeBeau can't stand the sight of blood. This is an attempt to explain why.
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In hindsight, Raoul decided that he should be grateful for Erik’s timely actions, even if the end result had scarred his grandson for life. At least the boy still had his life.
His daughter Giselle and her husband, Antoine LeBeau, had brought their four children-Jean-Philippe, Genevieve, Arianne, and Louis-to Paris for a few days. Raoul and Christine insisted that Giselle and Antoine spend a day out together while the children spent time with their friends. It didn’t take much convincing for the couple to take a day’s break from their parental duties.
Genevieve was old enough to go shopping on her own, and Arianne insisted on going with her. Jean-Philippe, on the other hand, was determined to spend the day with his gang of Parisian friends. And although Louis wanted to tag along with his elder brother, he knew from personal experience that his brother would inevitably find a way to send him back to the house.
Louis griped and complained at first as he was left behind, but soon amused himself by exploring the large, old house and surveying the chefs in the kitchen until his criticism of how to properly prepare a ratatouille caused the chefs to send him out; they were not about to be lectured by a youngster, even if his suggestions had some substance to them. Muttering, Louis left and decided to go have a talk with his grandfather in the drawing room.
The timing of this had turned out to be terrible. Erik, not knowing that the viscount had guests, had come to visit Christine. Erik was quite old by this time; he knew his days were numbered, and he had wanted to see Christine one last time. Raoul, in the meantime, was contending with a disgruntled crook, who had cheated on his taxes for so long that his property was now being seized. He had been coming by every day for the past several weeks, asking for a reprieve, with Raoul explaining again and again that the man had been given a year’s reprieve before the actual plans for the property seizure were even drawn up, and that, like it or not, fraud charges would have to be pressed.
This, naturally, did not satisfy the crook. And when young Louis entered the room to see his grandfather arguing with this man, the crook saw an opportunity to try to get some leverage.
It happened so quickly-Louis yelped as the man threw an arm around the boy, hauling him off his feet, and Christine shrieked as she and Erik looked over and saw the cruel man pull a gun from his pocket and place the cold metal on Louis’ temple.
“You will call it all off, Monsieur le Vicomte,” he ordered, coldly. “You will destroy the records, drop the charges, and promise the return of the property that was taken from me if you wish to see this boy unharmed.”
Raoul’s mind raced, and he noticed Erik slipping ever so quietly behind the crook, pulling out a familiar lasso. The viscount knew he would have to stall for time…
But young Louis, feisty as he was, did not take kindly to such treatment. He bit the arm holding him. The crook roared and let him drop before aiming the gun at him. Raoul charged from the front as Erik seized the assailant’s wrist. But in the ensuing struggle, the gun went off.
Erik hissed as the bullet grazed his disfigured temple, blood beginning to pour down his already ghastly features. Louis made the mistake of looking up, taking a long look at Erik’s face for the first time. The musician’s disfigured face would have startled the boy enough without the blood coursing down it; as it was, young Louis paled and fainted, his grandfather catching him just in time as Erik ignored his wound and bound the crook.
The Viscount and Christine gently brought the boy around. Erik was holding a cold, wet cloth to his bleeding face as the assailant lay bound hand and foot on the floor, courtesy of Erik’s Punjab lasso.
The boy did awaken, but the damage had been done. Never again would Louis LeBeau be able to stand the sight of blood.