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Title: Ends
Author: Fireness
Beta: None
Characters (Pairings): Reid, Morgan, Garcia (R/M, R/M/G?)
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Slash, potential threesome, Opera Ghosts
Spoilers: None, except potentially for Phantom of the Opera
Summary: “If you had to choose between Raoul and Erik, who would you choose?”
Word Count: 555 (O_O)
Author’s Notes: Well, I tried to make it as comprehensible as possible for anyone who might not have seen/read The Phantom of the Opera. And the prompt doesn't precisely fit, but I've already used the prompt Choices, but whatever. Refers to the very end of the ficlet *Wicked grin*
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds. Nor do I own The Phantom of the Opera
Prompt 3: Ends (Reid, Morgan, and Garcia)
Reid reached across the couch to snag some popcorn from the bowl in Morgan’s lap. “If you had to choose between Raoul and Erik, who would you choose?”
“Shhhh!” From her seat on the floor between their feet, Garcia glared at the two men.
“Raoul and who?” Morgan whispered back at the young genius.
“Erik. The Phantom.”
“You mean if I were Christine?”
“No, if you were you.”
“Raoul, hands down.”
“Why?”
“I’ve dealt with enough psychos in my lifetime, and The Phantom pretty much tops them all. He’s obsessive, he kills remorselessly, and he lives in a frickin’ cave. I couldn’t spend the rest of my life below an opera house.”
“You have no sense of adventure.”
“Adventure?”
“Yeah. That’d be an awesome place to explore, what with all the secret passages and stuff.”
“And the booby traps every five feet.”
“That just adds to the excitement. Besides, if you were with Erik, you’d know where all the booby traps were.”
“Raoul’s more handsome.”
“Ah HA!”
“Shhhhh!”
“Sorry. I mean, ah ha. You are biased against Erik because of his looks, just like all those people who tortured him as a kid.” He reached for more popcorn.
“That’s not what I said, man. Disfiguration aside, I just think Raoul’s better looking. I take it you’d choose The Phantom?”
“Mmmmm-hmmmm.”
“Why?”
“Well, if I were me, I’d still have all my psychological knowledge. I’d be able to help him, and if anyone needs therapy, it’s him.”
“Freud wasn’t doing his ‘thang’ back in 1870. If you were you back in 1870, you wouldn’t know anything about psychology.”
“I’d still want to help him.”
Morgan watched the screen thoughtfully for a few minutes. Garcia settled back, hoping she’d finally get to watch the movie in peace.
“Alright, I’ve changed my mind,” Morgan declared. So much for peace.
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Given the choice, I’d choose Christine’s friend, the little blonde.”
“That doesn’t count!”
“Shhhh!”
“Why doesn’t it count?”
“Because you’d be in Christine’s position.”
“But you said-“
“You’re you, but you have to make Christine’s choice.”
“Well, why shouldn’t Christine choose Meg? I bet they’re really good friends, if you know what I mean.”
Reid laughed. “You just want to fantasize about two hot girls making out.” He paused. “Did you know the Meg in the book was actually not very pretty?”
“Who cares? This one’s pretty cute.”
“Doesn’t count as a choice. Your choices are a rich prettyboy or a reclusive genius.”
“Ohhh. So, what you’re saying is my choices are a rich prettyboy or you.”
“I’d hardly compare myself to Erik.”
“Well, I would. In that case ‘Erik’ would definitely be my choice.”
“You know,” Garcia interrupted, “that’s all nice and lovey, but I’m trying to watch this movie.”
“Sorry, Princess,” Morgan soothed.
Reid, on the other hand, smirked at the back of her head. “Just be glad we’re not making out behind you.”
“Actually, that’s probably exactly what she’s waiting for.”
“Pervert.”
Garcia merely smiled. “Don’t you know that’s really how The Phantom of the Opera was originally supposed to end? Christine realizes she has two incredible men at her disposal, and arranges a ménage a trois. Or at least she make it so that she could watch the two of them making out. It just didn’t translate well to 19th century French literature.”
~End