Disclaimer- I don't own them and if I did you'd know about it because I would have told you and you would have seen this happening in the film.

I've tried my hardest with Toulouse's accent but some of the words are hard to figure out. And I know she's not dead, it's been done to death (!) but give me a chance. Trust me this fic will be a different one to the other oh your alive and we shall live happily ever after! ones.

Try To Remember.


Satine? Satine! God no!
Toulouse looked up as he heard Christian muttering and then quickly hobbled over to the bed.

Chwistian? Wake up Chwistian!
Toulouse shook his friend as he called and was finally rewarded with seeing blue eyes flickering open.


You had a nightmare Chwistian.
Christian sighed softly and lay back against the pillows.

Thank you for waking me Toulouse. I can't do anything without seeing her.

It's only a few days Chwistian, Give it time.

At least she died knowing I loved her.

Christian's eyes slipped closed and Toulouse walked quietly away, knowing that Christian wasn't asleep, but glad that he was getting some rest. One of his feet caught on something and he looked down to see an empty Absinthe bottle rolling over the floor.

He glanced around the small garret and saw a number of bottles he hadn't noticed before, all in varying stages of emptiness. Concern clouded his already dimmed eyes.

Be carefuwl Chwistian, he muttered, worry for his friend making his voice shake. We've alweady wost Satine, we can't wose you too.
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Why Harold? she yelled in frustration, he red hair flying. Why can't I see him?

I'm sorry pumpkin but the Duke is still in Paris. If he sees you all of this will have been for nothing.
She sank on to the bed, unwilling to admit he was right, but knowing that he was.
* * *

Toulouse? You have to get up Toulouse.

Toulouse opened his eyes, struggled to focus and found himself looking up at Satie and the Argentinean.

The boy will not wake up! proclaimed the Argentinean.
Satie looked across the room and then down at Toulouse.

He's right Toulouse, we can't wake him.

Toulouse quickly made his way over to where Christian was lying. Empty bottles were scattered on and around the bed and Toulouse groaned as he saw them.

he called gently, even though he knew it would do no good.

He wasted no more time in attempting to rouse Christian, instead he told Satie to make some black coffee and asked the Argentinean to get some cold water. The two hurried off to follow his instructions whilst Toulouse whispered quietly to the figure on the bed, trying to get through to his friend who had drunk himself in to unconsciousness.
* * *

How do you know? she demanded, fire flashing in her eyes.

Toulouse told me this morning.

Oh God! Harold please, I have to go to him!

Are you mad? The Duke is leaving for England tomorrow, you must stay here until then.

But Christian...

Won't have anything if you get carried off to England by the Duke! You have to stay here, for his sake!
Tears were slipping down her cheeks as she nodded her agreement.

Until tomorrow Harold.
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