Name: Worlds Apart

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Satine and Christian have now grown up and this is about a year before they meet each other.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or the Moulin Rouge. They all belong to Baz Luhrmann

Authors note: I don't really know how to continue this. Any ideas are welcome. )

Christian sat, drumming his fingernails on the desk and sighed. He was wading his way through an enormous pile of papers, bored stiff. He sighed again. And looked up when someone knocked at the door. His father came in.

"Christian, have you finished those papers yet?" Christian shook his head. "You've had ages to do them, why aren't they finished?"

"Sorry," Christian mumbled, "I'll try to get them finished by tonight."

"Good, because I need them for tomorrow morning." Said his father, and he walked out.

After he was gone Christian slumped back in his chair and groaned. There was no way he would be able to finish these papers by tonight. He would have to stay here all night if he even wanted to try and get them done.

Back at the Moulin Rouge

"Satine! Satine!" Marie yelled down the corridor, "Oh, for heavens sake! Where is that girl? Satine!"

"Sorry, sorry, I'm here." Satine came running from around the corner.

"What's got into you girl? It's your big night tonight. The prince is here tonight, love."

"Mmmmm, yes, I know." Said Satine dreamily.

"Well come on then!" Said Marie impatiently "Get out there!"

The next morning in England

Christian stumbled downstairs, sat down at the table, ate a few bites of breakfast, got up and went out of the house. He was exhausted, he hadn't got into bed until 1am last night and now he was shattered. At least he had finished doing the papers, thought Christian gloomily. It was his father's presentation today and he was supposed to get in early to help him. He was already an hour late and was dreading what he was going to say to him when he looked up and saw his father right in front of him.

"Where were you this morning?" His father boomed.

"Sorry sir, I slept in late," Christian stammered, "It won't happen again."

"It defiantly won't be happening again, your fired!"

"What? Wait. That's not fair. What am I supposed to do?"

"How do I know? Now get out!"

Christian turned around and went back home.

At the Moulin Rouge

Satine opened her eyes slowly and groaned. The Prince had not left until the early hours of the morning, and rehearsals started promptly at 7. This had meant that Satine could only get a few hours sleep before she would have to get up again.

As she entered the dance hall, everyone went very quiet.

"What? What's the matter?" Satine said.

"The Prince has let." Harold said quietly. "Now we need a new investor for the Moulin Rouge. That or you're all out on the streets."

'Dam' Thought Satine. It was her fault; she would get blamed as always. What would Harold say? She dreaded to think. For the most part he was a happy and larger than life sort of man. But when he got angry, he got angry.

'What if he sacks me?' Satine thought miserably. Just then Harold said,

"Satine, can I see you out side for a minute please?"