13 Years Later

Satine sat in the train to London looking out the window. She hoped Christian would forgive her. She didn't want to hurt him but the circumstances being what they were, she had to. Glancing over at Christopher, she smiled. He was just like Christian. Writing poems and stories about love. Chris knew nothing about the subject, as far as Satine knew anyways. Just now, he was writing in his journal. He took it everywhere with him and never let anyone see it.

As Satine looked at him, he looked up at her. He got a look of panic on his face. "Did I do something wrong?" He half asked half squeaked. Satine laughed a little and replied in a soft tone. "No dear, everything's fine. We should be in London soon." Chris grinned. "Really? I don't remember it. I was only… mother. How old was I?" Satine looked back out the window. "You were three, honey." Chris nodded and looked out the window.

About five minutes later, the train stopped. Chris looked over at his mother excitedly. "Does this mean we're in London mother?" Satine nodded and her son grinned widely. "So I'm going to meet my father soon." Satine nodded even though it was more a statement than a question.

After exiting the train, finding lodgings, and deciphering exactly where Christian lived on a map, they were ready to go to the James home.

Christian sat in his home, waiting for the clock to strike noon so he knew the paper had arrived. He heard a knock at the door and stood up to answer it. As he opened the door, he picked up the small kitten that rubbed up against his leg. When he saw who was on the other side of the door his jaw dropped, as well as the cat. "S… Satine?" He barely managed the word.

Satine nodded. "Yes Christian. There are a few things I need to clear up. May I come in?" She had rehearsed what she would say to him a million times, but was still surprised at how clearly it came out.

"Yes" he had given up hope on her coming back the night she left. So he wondered. What did she want now?

I know it's short but… well I need to type it so I want to post stuff now.

Disclaimer: I don't own things, I wish I did… then I'd be rich and in London. So don't sue me or I'll give you my medical bills.