Surviving the Storm
Disclaimer: I do not own Moulin Rouge or Christian or Satine…yada yada yah…..anyways, let's get on with the story….
A/N: Satine lives! She and Christian are living happily together in a decent home in America.
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Satine sat, musingly, at the kitchen table, studying her cook book. She was getting ready to make Christian a big, mealy dinner with Chicken and the whole lot, since it was now their five month anniversary. She thumbed through each page, looking for the perfect chicken recipe. She just couldn't decide which one to make…they all looked so good to her. She sat back in her seat and starred at the wall in deep thought.
Suddenly, Satine felt strong arms enclose around her shoulders. Satine turned her head and found it to be Christian, obviously. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips and let go of her. Satine, then, immediately returned to the book and continued flipping.
"So, What's for dinner, sweetheart?" Christian asked, standing in back of her, watching her flip through the pages.
"Why? Are you expecting something big?" Satine replied, smiling to herself for being so clever.
"No, I just thought you would be making something special for our 5 month anniversary…" Christian trailed off as he began to pace the kitchen for no particular reason at all. And, he didn't seem to have caught on to Satine's act of sarcasm.
"Five month anniversary? It's only been five months?" Satine exclaimed, pretending to have knowledge of the event. Christian looked at her in disbelief for about a second before realizing that she was playing one of her games. He then embraced her back again and began slightly tickling her, particularly around the waste. Satine made an attempt to stand up from her chair as Christian was still tickling her. She stood up with Christian around her waist still, accidentally knocking the chair into his stomach.
Christian grabbed for his stomach and yelped in pain.
"Aww, poor baby!" Satine came in front of him and kissed his stomach lightly and then turned back around to the sink. Christian, still holding his stomach, looked at her as if he wanted to more. Satine turned back to him. "Oh, are you expecting more from me? Well, I'm sorry but that's what you get for tickling me!" Satine replied flatly, flashing him a sparkling diamond smile, as she was so famous for back in Montmartre.
Christian just slightly smiled at her and retreated to a chair to rest his aching stomach, which actually wasn't hurting that bad any more. Satine proceeded with dinner. She looked out the window, located directly above the kitchen sink, in the back of the room. The sun was beginning to set and looked so beautiful against the pale sky. She put her hand on her hip and just sighed to herself.
It had been merely a month since they had left Montmartre together. It was shortly after the curtains went down on the stage. Satine had passed out and made everyone think she had died but she truly hadn't. When she had awoke, she escaped with Christian and they came to America, where they now reside.
Satine continued on her meal and reffered to the cook book every so often to check on the recipe that she had chosen, sesame chicken, simple but tasty. Christian had gotten over his "bruised" stomach and sat back in his chair, watching Satine move about the small room. He smiled and thought to himself about how lucky he was to have all of this.
Satine felt a draft all around her and shivered slightly. Christian, noticing this, got up from his seat, kissed his wife, and headed out the kitchen door. Satine watched him happily and than again turned back to her chicken.
Christian headed out the front door and used the little bit of light left to chop fire wood. He picked up the axe and swung at the hunk of wood. THUMP THUMP THUMP, it sounded as it brutally hit the ground.
Christian wiped sweat away from his eyes as the sun sank deeper into the horizon but to Christian's surprise, the sky turned a sort of pale orange.
"How strange!" Christian mumbled to himself before picking the axe back up. The wind around him suddenly wounded down around him, leaving nothing but the slight chill in the air.
Back inside, Satine was quite busy in preparation of the dinner. She stood over the kitchen sink and cleaned the ceramic plates and placed them gently to the side. One by one, she picked up a plate and then a bowl and then metal forks. As, she then placed the last dish aside, she glanced up from them to see the pale orange sky as well. She looked at it awkwardly and leaned closer into the window. Something didn't seem right to her about this. Slowly, she backed away from the window, still staring out, and out the kitchen door.
Christian finally finished chopping the last piece of wood and proceeded in picking up the rather large pieces of wood and carrying them into the house.
A solid white ball seemed to materialize out of nowhere and struck Christian upside the head, smacking him with surprise. Christian dropped the wood in place and grabbed the side of his head. It was wet and cold, where the ball had hit, and there seemed to be a little trace of ice or snow left where it had made it's mark. He studied the reminisce of it in his hand, when, just then, another hit and then another. And then those to be followed by more until the sky rained ice…..or hail.
Satine stalked out of the front door and by Christian's side. Hail slammed against Satine's head. She tried holding her hands up to stop them but it was no use, she was powerless against Mother nature's power. She grabbed Christian's wrist and quickly pulled him into the house.
They retreated back into the kitchen and looked out the window. Both wore faces of awkward expression.
"What's going on Christian?" Satine asked him, looking the slightest bit worried. Christian was ready to answer but stopped in his tracks when he saw the faint outline of a funnel materializing in the background.