Author's Note: Just a short scene, hopefully no one has done anything too
similar, I haven't read many of the fics in this section. Please review!!
Constructive criticism would be helpful, but please be kind, I've never
posted anything before. Thanks!
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own the characters, Baz does. Though if I owned Christian, or at least the guy who plays him… okay, before I start daydreaming about owning Ewan, on with the story…
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Stars sparkled all around him. The moon smiled down on him once more. The misery of the past months was, for the moment, forgotten. Christian was walking on the clouds again, just as he had felt himself to be the night of his first visit to the Moulin Rouge. Suddenly there was one bright star ahead of him; it was calling to him, beckoning. Christian broke into a run, moving towards the star. Some strange compulsion was driving him forward, yet at the same time somewhere in his mind he vaguely realized that this must all be a dream. Still, he kept running.
As he drew nearer to his goal, he heard it. A voice was singing softly in his ear. He knew that voice in an instant: it was her. His angel, Satine. It had been so long since he'd heard her voice, since that night which had turned out to be both the opening and closing night of "Spectacular, Spectacular." No performance could ever top that one.
Christian stood beneath the star and listened. The voice came again, this time speaking, but still melodious as it had always been. "I'm here, Christian."
"Where? Where are you, Satine?" He looked around frantically but she was nowhere in sight. He was surrounded by starlight, nothing more.
"You need to know that I never really left you. I'll always be watching over you." Her voice faded away.
"Satine, Satine!" he called, but there was no answer.
His own voice woke him and he opened his eyes to the same plain garret where he spent all his days, though right now it was filled with cool starlight just as the sky had been in his dream. He felt a wave of acute disappointment that it hadn't lasted just a little longer, even if it was only a dream. Sighing, Christian heaved himself out of bed and walked over to the window to look out at the night. Right above his window he noticed one especially bright star shining down. As he stared up at it, the memory of the song from his dream played through his head.
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"There's no mountain too high,
No river too wide.
Sing out this song and I'll be there
By your side.
Storm clouds may gather,
Storms may collide,
But I will love you
Until the end of time."
* * * * *
For the first time since her death, peace crept into Christian's soul. Softly, he whispered, "Come what may, I will love you… even after my dying day."
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own the characters, Baz does. Though if I owned Christian, or at least the guy who plays him… okay, before I start daydreaming about owning Ewan, on with the story…
**********
Stars sparkled all around him. The moon smiled down on him once more. The misery of the past months was, for the moment, forgotten. Christian was walking on the clouds again, just as he had felt himself to be the night of his first visit to the Moulin Rouge. Suddenly there was one bright star ahead of him; it was calling to him, beckoning. Christian broke into a run, moving towards the star. Some strange compulsion was driving him forward, yet at the same time somewhere in his mind he vaguely realized that this must all be a dream. Still, he kept running.
As he drew nearer to his goal, he heard it. A voice was singing softly in his ear. He knew that voice in an instant: it was her. His angel, Satine. It had been so long since he'd heard her voice, since that night which had turned out to be both the opening and closing night of "Spectacular, Spectacular." No performance could ever top that one.
Christian stood beneath the star and listened. The voice came again, this time speaking, but still melodious as it had always been. "I'm here, Christian."
"Where? Where are you, Satine?" He looked around frantically but she was nowhere in sight. He was surrounded by starlight, nothing more.
"You need to know that I never really left you. I'll always be watching over you." Her voice faded away.
"Satine, Satine!" he called, but there was no answer.
His own voice woke him and he opened his eyes to the same plain garret where he spent all his days, though right now it was filled with cool starlight just as the sky had been in his dream. He felt a wave of acute disappointment that it hadn't lasted just a little longer, even if it was only a dream. Sighing, Christian heaved himself out of bed and walked over to the window to look out at the night. Right above his window he noticed one especially bright star shining down. As he stared up at it, the memory of the song from his dream played through his head.
* * * * *
"There's no mountain too high,
No river too wide.
Sing out this song and I'll be there
By your side.
Storm clouds may gather,
Storms may collide,
But I will love you
Until the end of time."
* * * * *
For the first time since her death, peace crept into Christian's soul. Softly, he whispered, "Come what may, I will love you… even after my dying day."