~*A real Actress*~
I looked out the window as the train began to move. I was exhausted but I knew that sleep would not be found. All I could think about was Christian. What had I done to him? Would he write our story? Paris began to flash before my eyes as the train sped up. Everything was dark except for the village of Monmarte. And somewhere in there was Christian. I could see him visibly in my minds eye. His tall figure slightly built, his dark hair falling over eyes that looked like the sea after a storm. His soothing voice whispering in my ear about how much he loved me, his enchanting words. And that childish smile. I could feel tears start to well in my eyes, oh how much I love him.
"Is everything alright my dear?" And then there was the matter of the Duke. He was traveling with us to London and would stay; though I didn't not know how long. He would then head back to Paris to help look after the Moulin Rouge and attend what work had to be done in France. I couldn't wait until he left. I looked at him smiling my enchanting smile I throw at all men and I know it makes them weak at the knees. But at that moment looking at the Duke with his Blue eyes, honey hair (that seemed to also match his teeth) and that pinched smile, I wanted to vomit all over him. I thought, musing over the idea what fun it would be. "Oh Duke, you know that I've lived at the Moulin Rouge since I was little. It's my home. I almost hate to leave it but I know that I'll find a better life in London." I lied. Ha! Of course I lied. Isn't that what my life is? Lies? Yes, that what my life is made up of. And endless road of lies that has cost me my life. my love. I was the spider weaving my own web of lives and someday (or maybe that day was now) I would catch myself in those lies, I would be my own prey.
"Yes well I thought you might be thinking about-"
"Christian? Ha! Oh Duke, you know he bewitched me with words so that I could be his personal whore. Please don't even say his name in my presence. I just hate to think about what he did to me!" I lied once more. God I hate myself so bad. I saw Harold and Marie eyeing me. The Duke only nodded in response and seemed to scoot closer to me. I stood up hurriedly. "Well I've had a pretty exhausting day, or night. And it's two in the morning. I think I'll go to bed." I stood up and opened a door that led to a separate room with a bed. And little space for changing. I unbuttoned the traveling dress and slipped out of it. I took of my corset and then put on a white nightgown. I got into bed and not a minute later the tears started to come. I cried into my pillow silently so I didn't disturb the others. I must have fallen asleep crying because when I woke it was morning. The sun was up high, so I figured it was about noon. Next to me I saw a trey of a full breakfast. Eggs, bacon, biscuits and gravy, coffee. I ended up only drinking the coffee and nibbling on some biscuits.
The rest of the time on the trip the Duke would try to get me alone with him and try to make a move on me. It seemed as though I had to go to the restroom a lot and wanted something to eat or I was asleep. When we got to London I new it was going to be harder to avoid the Duke. And to avoid not sleeping with him would be useless.
The Duke had a summer home in London and had a full working staff, even when he was in France. He had one of his staff pick us up and take us to the mansion, which was in the heart of London. Once we got there it was dinnertime and food was already served. There were many dishes to pick from but I only ate some spiced potatoes, bread with butter, and a couple bights of pork. I drained my wineglass and then excused myself. A maid showed me to my room, which was fairly large and very dull. Maids had taken all my dresses and show constumes and hung them in the closet. There was still room left in the closet to hang at least 20 more dresses. The bed was large with a maroon canopy over head, and curtains I could draw open or shut. Silk and satin sheets covered the bed along with silk pillows. A fire was burning brightly, but the room was still cold in the winter night. A lounging couch was at the other side of the room near a balcony. There came a nock at my door and almost groan figuring it was the Duke. But to my surprise (and thanks) it was another maid.
"The duke would like to see you in his quarters Mademoiselle Satine." Informed the maid. I rubbed my temple as if I had a headache.
"If you will inform the Duke that I'm not feeling well, and that I will speak with him in the morning I would be most obliged. I'm afraid my head is achy and I'm feeling rather fatigued right now." The maid nodded and walked out of the door. There was still another maid in the room. She was young, almost as old as I was. I sighed, I wanted privacy. "You are dismissed."
"If you are in need of something Mademoiselle I will be the one to help you. My name is Mary." She smiled at me, made a small curtsey and then left out another door. I figured her quarters were next to mine. I walked over to the full mirror and took down my hair from its braided bun. It fell to the middle of my back in a wave of auburn. I unbuttoned my jacket and then blouse. I started unzipping the back of my dress when the door sprung wide open. And there stood the duke.
"Duke!" I gasped silently. He didn't seem to be mad but the way he walked over to me, grabbed my dress and ripped it the rest of the way off I felt like he wasn't all that happy. "Duke did the maid not tell you I was feeling ill tonight?" I asked but he continued to rip my petticoat and my corset. Soon I was standing there totally naked in front of him. He grabbed my arm and walked me to the bed and practically jumped on me and started to hump me through his cloths. And soon he lost his cloths all together. The whole night it lasted. It must have been 4 in the morning when he finally got off of me and returned to his quarters. I was so glad he was gone. And as soon as he was I sobbed into my pillow. The whole thing was emotionless and full of lust. I wished for Christians soft touch and the love and passion that went into it. I don't know how long I cried but when I woke up the winter sun was shining in through the balcony windows. I was still naked and the fire burned low.
"Oh your up." I heard the girl's voice. She looked at me, rather confused. I smiled at her weakly. "I'll get your breakfast." She said hurriedly.
"Wait," I stopped her, "Has the Duke left?" She only nodded. I sighed in relief and leaned my head back down on my pillow. I heard her footsteps fading as she walked down the hallway. I grabbed for my robe, which was at the end of my bed. I shivered when my feet made contact with the cold stone floor. I walked over to the balcony, and looked out upon the streets of London. The wind was chill and stung against my face, which was better than the dull ache in my heart. I closed my eyes and thought back to Christian and the first time we met. "My gift is my song. and this ones for you..." My thoughts drew out the sound of his voice and I could almost hear him singing in my ear. "Miss Satine!" I heard a shrill voice behind me. "You'll catch your death out in that cold!" Mary scolded. I turned around to meet her and walked into my room were she quickly closed the windows. "Monsieur Zidler told me to pick this one out. He said you have an audition for a play."
"Thank you Mary, I'll get dressed myself. Inform Harold that I will meet him in the parlor for discussion on the part I am auditioning for." She nodded her response and walked out.
I disrobed and quickly put on my stockings, corset, and petticoat. The dress that Harold had picked for me to wear was a beautiful maroon color. It was bunched up in the back and then fell into a train. The front fell neatly over my stocking feet. The top was fit closely (like all my dresses) and had a low neckline. The sleeves were three quarter length. I then slipped into a pair of nice black shoes; French braided my hair, applied some make up, grabbed a black shawl and headed downstairs to the parlor. I walked in a smelled breakfast. but I had no appetite.
"Oh my little strawberry!" I heard Harold's melodious voice ringing my pet name. I smiled at him. "Darling do you know what I have here?" He asked holding out stack of papers stuck together. "I'm afraid I don't. But do tell me Harold." He seemed almost drunk he was so giddy. Yeah so what else is new with Harold Zidler.? "I have here the script of the biggest play in England. I mean this production will have everyone who's anybody will be there. And the auditions are today! Love, I want to you look at the main part for the girl. I have a feeling you will be the talk of all of England and in less than a year. All of Europe will know your name. Or at least he name Gwen Meire." He smiled a huge smile a big smile and sat down to enjoy another muffin. "Come darling, you must go over the script with me." I sat down, but right when I did I felt extremely sick all of the sudden. I got up to run outside but I didn't make it. I threw up all over the floor. "Marie! Send for the Doctor and get somebody to clean up this mess. Claire, go run a bath for Mademoiselle Satine."
When I came back downstairs the doctor was waiting for me. After a series of check ups and other procedures I suppose doctors go through he finally announced that.
"Gwen is pregnant." I looked up at him, Marie gasped and immediately her eyes filled with tears, Harold just sat there. ~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~ ~*~~
I did try out for the part in the play and got it. Harold was right, my name was known through out England after that. Or at least the name Gwen Meire. The staff soon became accustomed to the name, though it wasn't very hard since they only knew the name Satine for about 24 before Harold changed it to Gwen. My baby was born in late May. When I took my first look at her, I could see Christian written all over her. Her eyes were just like his stormy grays; I fell in love with her the moment I saw her. There was only one problem. The duke was coming for another visit in two weeks.
"We will have to pass her off as a pre-me. I'm sure the Duke won't know any difference." Said Harold. He was sitting in a guest seat next to my bed.
"But she doesn't look anything like him." I insisted looking down at my precious baby girl.
"Yes, well. she looks like you. I'm sure we can pull her off as his." Concluded Harold. A knock came at the door. "Come in!" I shouted. It was the nurse.
"Have you thought of a name for your little girl yet?" Asked the nurse.
"Yes. Her name is Clara. Clara Marie Thomas." I said slowly. Harold looked at me. I had chosen Christians last name as the name for my baby. For our baby. ~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~ **~**~**~ I did another play for the same acting company. They said that tickets had sold better this year than any other. The company said they owed it all to me. The Duke didn't visit again until May. Clare's first birthday. Luckily I had practice for the summer production most of the three weeks that he was there. And I practice would usually end late. The only touching we did at his stay was a "passionate" kiss or two. He said he was sorry for not visiting us (as in his 'daughter' and I) and that he would be around more the next year. The summer past beautifully and my name became even more famous after the summer production. Summer faded into fall and it was October until I heard news about the upcoming Christmas play and when tryouts were. I had just come from the theatre, holding the still sealed script in my hand. I was walking down the streets of London, enjoying the crisp October weather and the way the sun played with the colors of the yellow, red, orange, and brown leaves. I almost didn't notice the book sitting in the front of the bookstore window. And even now I don't know how I noticed it in the first place. I looked closer at it and gasped. The title was "The Moulin Rouge" and at the bottom it said the authors name. Christian L. Thomas. I ran inside quickly grabbing a copy. Then walked to the front desk. I paid for the book and opened it hurriedly to find the dedication page. It read. For my Beloved Satine, She was my sparkling diamond. I love you, my darling.
I stifled a sob at reading those words. He had told our story. I stood there looking at the page. Reading the words over and over in my head. Remembering those last terrible moments when I made him believe I was dead. Tears streamed from my eyes, stinging my cheek in the cold autumn air. I closed the book, and walked the rest of the way home; running upstairs to my bedroom and there I sat on my bed. I dismissed every one and asked for my baby girl. I nursed and sung to her and soon sleep had claimed her. I set her at my side under the covers; looking her over. I saw Christian in every way, shape and form, in her. I sighed heavily and picked up the book. A thrill ran through my body as I looked at the very first lines of the book. Goosebumps covered my body and my heart almost leapt out of my body. "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return."
I read all night. Through out the whole book I was crying. Tears of remembrance shook my body with sobs. I found myself reading pages over again, I just couldn't seem to get enough of it all. I finished the book at 7:00 A.M hating myself. This book was a revolution to what I had done to Christian; opening my eyes to see the wound I had inflicted upon him. I thought rashly about leaving and finding my love and living happily ever after with him and our child. I then realized something. If he were to see me now, it would surely kill him. I had put him through hell when I faked my death. For him to find that I was still alive. what would that do to him? He would doubt my love for him because of it. And it would hurt him even more deeply to know I was still alive and believe I didn't love him. I'd ruined it for us the day I made him believe I was dead. We could never be together now. More tears slipped from my eyes falling on the last page of the book. I could never see Christian again. And this realization hit me hard. I threw the book on the ground with more tears streaming from my eyes and ran blindly to the balcony window. Throwing it open I ran outside. My nightgown whipped around me the cold air leaking through. I didn't care, nothing mattered anymore. I was foolish to ever even think about trying to meet Christian again. I put my barefoot on the railing and then followed with my other foot. I stood at the edge ready to jump, ready to end it all. when I heard my baby cry. I slowly stepped down from the railing. When my feet were planted firmly on the ground I collapsed sobbing. I beat the ground with my fist.
"Why?!" I screamed up at the sky. "What did I do to deserve this!?" I screamed still. "Why." I whispered. My babies' cries broke through my own. I picked myself up and walked unsteadily to her. I took her in my arms and held her close.
YAY! Finished chapter one. More to come. No flames please!!!!! First MR fic. And btw I started a story something like this before under a different user name so if it seems a lot like one you've read before that's why.
I looked out the window as the train began to move. I was exhausted but I knew that sleep would not be found. All I could think about was Christian. What had I done to him? Would he write our story? Paris began to flash before my eyes as the train sped up. Everything was dark except for the village of Monmarte. And somewhere in there was Christian. I could see him visibly in my minds eye. His tall figure slightly built, his dark hair falling over eyes that looked like the sea after a storm. His soothing voice whispering in my ear about how much he loved me, his enchanting words. And that childish smile. I could feel tears start to well in my eyes, oh how much I love him.
"Is everything alright my dear?" And then there was the matter of the Duke. He was traveling with us to London and would stay; though I didn't not know how long. He would then head back to Paris to help look after the Moulin Rouge and attend what work had to be done in France. I couldn't wait until he left. I looked at him smiling my enchanting smile I throw at all men and I know it makes them weak at the knees. But at that moment looking at the Duke with his Blue eyes, honey hair (that seemed to also match his teeth) and that pinched smile, I wanted to vomit all over him. I thought, musing over the idea what fun it would be. "Oh Duke, you know that I've lived at the Moulin Rouge since I was little. It's my home. I almost hate to leave it but I know that I'll find a better life in London." I lied. Ha! Of course I lied. Isn't that what my life is? Lies? Yes, that what my life is made up of. And endless road of lies that has cost me my life. my love. I was the spider weaving my own web of lives and someday (or maybe that day was now) I would catch myself in those lies, I would be my own prey.
"Yes well I thought you might be thinking about-"
"Christian? Ha! Oh Duke, you know he bewitched me with words so that I could be his personal whore. Please don't even say his name in my presence. I just hate to think about what he did to me!" I lied once more. God I hate myself so bad. I saw Harold and Marie eyeing me. The Duke only nodded in response and seemed to scoot closer to me. I stood up hurriedly. "Well I've had a pretty exhausting day, or night. And it's two in the morning. I think I'll go to bed." I stood up and opened a door that led to a separate room with a bed. And little space for changing. I unbuttoned the traveling dress and slipped out of it. I took of my corset and then put on a white nightgown. I got into bed and not a minute later the tears started to come. I cried into my pillow silently so I didn't disturb the others. I must have fallen asleep crying because when I woke it was morning. The sun was up high, so I figured it was about noon. Next to me I saw a trey of a full breakfast. Eggs, bacon, biscuits and gravy, coffee. I ended up only drinking the coffee and nibbling on some biscuits.
The rest of the time on the trip the Duke would try to get me alone with him and try to make a move on me. It seemed as though I had to go to the restroom a lot and wanted something to eat or I was asleep. When we got to London I new it was going to be harder to avoid the Duke. And to avoid not sleeping with him would be useless.
The Duke had a summer home in London and had a full working staff, even when he was in France. He had one of his staff pick us up and take us to the mansion, which was in the heart of London. Once we got there it was dinnertime and food was already served. There were many dishes to pick from but I only ate some spiced potatoes, bread with butter, and a couple bights of pork. I drained my wineglass and then excused myself. A maid showed me to my room, which was fairly large and very dull. Maids had taken all my dresses and show constumes and hung them in the closet. There was still room left in the closet to hang at least 20 more dresses. The bed was large with a maroon canopy over head, and curtains I could draw open or shut. Silk and satin sheets covered the bed along with silk pillows. A fire was burning brightly, but the room was still cold in the winter night. A lounging couch was at the other side of the room near a balcony. There came a nock at my door and almost groan figuring it was the Duke. But to my surprise (and thanks) it was another maid.
"The duke would like to see you in his quarters Mademoiselle Satine." Informed the maid. I rubbed my temple as if I had a headache.
"If you will inform the Duke that I'm not feeling well, and that I will speak with him in the morning I would be most obliged. I'm afraid my head is achy and I'm feeling rather fatigued right now." The maid nodded and walked out of the door. There was still another maid in the room. She was young, almost as old as I was. I sighed, I wanted privacy. "You are dismissed."
"If you are in need of something Mademoiselle I will be the one to help you. My name is Mary." She smiled at me, made a small curtsey and then left out another door. I figured her quarters were next to mine. I walked over to the full mirror and took down my hair from its braided bun. It fell to the middle of my back in a wave of auburn. I unbuttoned my jacket and then blouse. I started unzipping the back of my dress when the door sprung wide open. And there stood the duke.
"Duke!" I gasped silently. He didn't seem to be mad but the way he walked over to me, grabbed my dress and ripped it the rest of the way off I felt like he wasn't all that happy. "Duke did the maid not tell you I was feeling ill tonight?" I asked but he continued to rip my petticoat and my corset. Soon I was standing there totally naked in front of him. He grabbed my arm and walked me to the bed and practically jumped on me and started to hump me through his cloths. And soon he lost his cloths all together. The whole night it lasted. It must have been 4 in the morning when he finally got off of me and returned to his quarters. I was so glad he was gone. And as soon as he was I sobbed into my pillow. The whole thing was emotionless and full of lust. I wished for Christians soft touch and the love and passion that went into it. I don't know how long I cried but when I woke up the winter sun was shining in through the balcony windows. I was still naked and the fire burned low.
"Oh your up." I heard the girl's voice. She looked at me, rather confused. I smiled at her weakly. "I'll get your breakfast." She said hurriedly.
"Wait," I stopped her, "Has the Duke left?" She only nodded. I sighed in relief and leaned my head back down on my pillow. I heard her footsteps fading as she walked down the hallway. I grabbed for my robe, which was at the end of my bed. I shivered when my feet made contact with the cold stone floor. I walked over to the balcony, and looked out upon the streets of London. The wind was chill and stung against my face, which was better than the dull ache in my heart. I closed my eyes and thought back to Christian and the first time we met. "My gift is my song. and this ones for you..." My thoughts drew out the sound of his voice and I could almost hear him singing in my ear. "Miss Satine!" I heard a shrill voice behind me. "You'll catch your death out in that cold!" Mary scolded. I turned around to meet her and walked into my room were she quickly closed the windows. "Monsieur Zidler told me to pick this one out. He said you have an audition for a play."
"Thank you Mary, I'll get dressed myself. Inform Harold that I will meet him in the parlor for discussion on the part I am auditioning for." She nodded her response and walked out.
I disrobed and quickly put on my stockings, corset, and petticoat. The dress that Harold had picked for me to wear was a beautiful maroon color. It was bunched up in the back and then fell into a train. The front fell neatly over my stocking feet. The top was fit closely (like all my dresses) and had a low neckline. The sleeves were three quarter length. I then slipped into a pair of nice black shoes; French braided my hair, applied some make up, grabbed a black shawl and headed downstairs to the parlor. I walked in a smelled breakfast. but I had no appetite.
"Oh my little strawberry!" I heard Harold's melodious voice ringing my pet name. I smiled at him. "Darling do you know what I have here?" He asked holding out stack of papers stuck together. "I'm afraid I don't. But do tell me Harold." He seemed almost drunk he was so giddy. Yeah so what else is new with Harold Zidler.? "I have here the script of the biggest play in England. I mean this production will have everyone who's anybody will be there. And the auditions are today! Love, I want to you look at the main part for the girl. I have a feeling you will be the talk of all of England and in less than a year. All of Europe will know your name. Or at least he name Gwen Meire." He smiled a huge smile a big smile and sat down to enjoy another muffin. "Come darling, you must go over the script with me." I sat down, but right when I did I felt extremely sick all of the sudden. I got up to run outside but I didn't make it. I threw up all over the floor. "Marie! Send for the Doctor and get somebody to clean up this mess. Claire, go run a bath for Mademoiselle Satine."
When I came back downstairs the doctor was waiting for me. After a series of check ups and other procedures I suppose doctors go through he finally announced that.
"Gwen is pregnant." I looked up at him, Marie gasped and immediately her eyes filled with tears, Harold just sat there. ~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~ ~*~~
I did try out for the part in the play and got it. Harold was right, my name was known through out England after that. Or at least the name Gwen Meire. The staff soon became accustomed to the name, though it wasn't very hard since they only knew the name Satine for about 24 before Harold changed it to Gwen. My baby was born in late May. When I took my first look at her, I could see Christian written all over her. Her eyes were just like his stormy grays; I fell in love with her the moment I saw her. There was only one problem. The duke was coming for another visit in two weeks.
"We will have to pass her off as a pre-me. I'm sure the Duke won't know any difference." Said Harold. He was sitting in a guest seat next to my bed.
"But she doesn't look anything like him." I insisted looking down at my precious baby girl.
"Yes, well. she looks like you. I'm sure we can pull her off as his." Concluded Harold. A knock came at the door. "Come in!" I shouted. It was the nurse.
"Have you thought of a name for your little girl yet?" Asked the nurse.
"Yes. Her name is Clara. Clara Marie Thomas." I said slowly. Harold looked at me. I had chosen Christians last name as the name for my baby. For our baby. ~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~ **~**~**~ I did another play for the same acting company. They said that tickets had sold better this year than any other. The company said they owed it all to me. The Duke didn't visit again until May. Clare's first birthday. Luckily I had practice for the summer production most of the three weeks that he was there. And I practice would usually end late. The only touching we did at his stay was a "passionate" kiss or two. He said he was sorry for not visiting us (as in his 'daughter' and I) and that he would be around more the next year. The summer past beautifully and my name became even more famous after the summer production. Summer faded into fall and it was October until I heard news about the upcoming Christmas play and when tryouts were. I had just come from the theatre, holding the still sealed script in my hand. I was walking down the streets of London, enjoying the crisp October weather and the way the sun played with the colors of the yellow, red, orange, and brown leaves. I almost didn't notice the book sitting in the front of the bookstore window. And even now I don't know how I noticed it in the first place. I looked closer at it and gasped. The title was "The Moulin Rouge" and at the bottom it said the authors name. Christian L. Thomas. I ran inside quickly grabbing a copy. Then walked to the front desk. I paid for the book and opened it hurriedly to find the dedication page. It read. For my Beloved Satine, She was my sparkling diamond. I love you, my darling.
I stifled a sob at reading those words. He had told our story. I stood there looking at the page. Reading the words over and over in my head. Remembering those last terrible moments when I made him believe I was dead. Tears streamed from my eyes, stinging my cheek in the cold autumn air. I closed the book, and walked the rest of the way home; running upstairs to my bedroom and there I sat on my bed. I dismissed every one and asked for my baby girl. I nursed and sung to her and soon sleep had claimed her. I set her at my side under the covers; looking her over. I saw Christian in every way, shape and form, in her. I sighed heavily and picked up the book. A thrill ran through my body as I looked at the very first lines of the book. Goosebumps covered my body and my heart almost leapt out of my body. "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return."
I read all night. Through out the whole book I was crying. Tears of remembrance shook my body with sobs. I found myself reading pages over again, I just couldn't seem to get enough of it all. I finished the book at 7:00 A.M hating myself. This book was a revolution to what I had done to Christian; opening my eyes to see the wound I had inflicted upon him. I thought rashly about leaving and finding my love and living happily ever after with him and our child. I then realized something. If he were to see me now, it would surely kill him. I had put him through hell when I faked my death. For him to find that I was still alive. what would that do to him? He would doubt my love for him because of it. And it would hurt him even more deeply to know I was still alive and believe I didn't love him. I'd ruined it for us the day I made him believe I was dead. We could never be together now. More tears slipped from my eyes falling on the last page of the book. I could never see Christian again. And this realization hit me hard. I threw the book on the ground with more tears streaming from my eyes and ran blindly to the balcony window. Throwing it open I ran outside. My nightgown whipped around me the cold air leaking through. I didn't care, nothing mattered anymore. I was foolish to ever even think about trying to meet Christian again. I put my barefoot on the railing and then followed with my other foot. I stood at the edge ready to jump, ready to end it all. when I heard my baby cry. I slowly stepped down from the railing. When my feet were planted firmly on the ground I collapsed sobbing. I beat the ground with my fist.
"Why?!" I screamed up at the sky. "What did I do to deserve this!?" I screamed still. "Why." I whispered. My babies' cries broke through my own. I picked myself up and walked unsteadily to her. I took her in my arms and held her close.
YAY! Finished chapter one. More to come. No flames please!!!!! First MR fic. And btw I started a story something like this before under a different user name so if it seems a lot like one you've read before that's why.