Disclaimer: I do not own Moulin Rouge. The lucky person who does is Baz
Luhrmann. I make no money from this. So please don't sue.
A/N: I'd like to thank Kristi for reviewing, this is my first fic and I am glad someone is reading. Also I'd like to thank Nic cuz she helped me edit my story and encouraged me to post it. Ok, on with the story!
Reunited
Satine woke to a ticket man yelling, "Next stop London! You must have your tickets available if you are staying on longer. Next stop London!" She gathered her things. She stepped off the train, realizing that she had no clue where to find Christian. She decided to head to a hotel and stay there while she searched for Christian. She found one across from a bar that interested her. It was called "Boho Nite's." she planned on going there after she unpacked. It sounded like she would relate to the people there and they might know Christian.
Christian had been in England for two days. He found a nice apartment right down the road from his favorite bar called "Boho Nite's." All the London Bohemian's hung around there. Christian was a regular before he moved to Montmartre. His friends there had the same views he shared with Toulouse. He went there last night and they were all fascinated about Christian's story of love. He introduced the bartender to the wonderful world of absinthe and he promised to get some in to sell. Christian was getting ready to go out. He had just showered and combed his hair and he headed down to the bar.
Satine cleaned herself up quickly. Refreshing her make-up and brushing her hair. She stepped outside to head to the bar. As she crossed the street, she heard someone singing a very familiar song. "Listen to my heart can you hear it sing? Telling me to give you everything. Season's may change, winter to spring, but I love you, until the end of time." She looked and saw Christian walking down the street his head was hung down low, his face now had a beard upon it but it was him. "Come what may." He continued to sing. "Come what may." She broke in and Christian's head snapped up. He smiled widely as their eyes met and he figured out who was standing just twenty feet from him. She had tears running down her face as she ran into his arms. She sobbed into his shoulder. He pulled her face away so he could look into her eyes. "God, it is you." He sighed and pulled her in for a kiss. Satine felt that jolt go through her whole body. This is what she needed. All she needed to be happy. They pulled away, their foreheads still touching. "You died. You died in my arms. How can you be here?" he whispered while rubbing his hands on her face and through her hair. "I didn't die, I just stopped breathing for a few minutes. Harold took me to a better doctor, who saved me, Christian. I am okay now." She told him. He smiled. "How come you didn't find me sooner? I missed you so much." He breathed, kissing her face. "Harold told me that you fell of your balcony and died. So, I had no reason to come to Montmartre until the Moulin Rouge was open. Which was last night actually since it was such a long train ride." She told him. They kissed again, this time more passionately; they were trying to make up for lost time. They pulled away again. "Who told you I was alive?" he asked. "Toulouse. He gave me your book." She told him with a grin. "Why didn't he tell me that you were alive?" Christian asked with a puzzled look on his face. "Because Zidler threatened to fire him." Satine explained and he nodded and added, "It doesn't matter now. All that matters is that you are here." He said and wrapped her up in his arms again. She closed her eyes and breathed in his smell. "C'mon, it's cold out here. Let's go inside." Christian said and pulled her hand towards the bar. "Christian, I look awful." She told him, whipping her face. He brushed away some of her tears. "No, you look beautiful." He reassured her and she smiled.
They entered the bar and Christian led Satine to the very back of the bar to a crowded table. They all greeted Christian with enthusiasm. "Everybody this is Satine." He told them with a grin. They looked at him like he was crazy. "Christian, you told us Satine died." One man reminded him. "I know I told you that." He responded. They stared blankly at him. "See, I thought she died too, but I just saw her on the street." He said and proceeded to tell them the whole story. After he was finished they welcomed Satine to the group which consisted of Alex, who was a handsome man very similar to Christian, Gypsy, who was a beauty that loved to sing, dance, and have fun, and Ginger, who reminded Satine of Toulouse in many ways. She was very interested and in some ways psychotic in her thoughts of love. The oddest thing though was that Ginger was a dwarf also. Satine leaned over and whispered into Christian's ear. "I think that Toulouse and Ginger would be perfect for each other." She said. "I know." Christian whispered back. They spent the time in the bar just chatting with the group. Satine was telling them of her story. Christian was telling them about the wonderful bohemians he had made friends with. He was listening to Gypsy tell one of her funny stories when he saw Satine try to hide a yawn. After Gypsy was finished, Christian stood up and said, "Well, I think we are going to get going. I have a lot of catching up to do with my darling." Satine smiled said good-bye to everyone. After they were out on the street Christian asked, "Sweetheart, where are you staying?" She pointed across the street. "That hotel." She told him. "Do you want to come to my house tonight? We will move all your things." He offered. She shook her head. "No, I am tired we can do that in the morning, besides, I paid for the night already. It would be a shame to waste it." She said. "Well, I will come and get you first thing in the morning." He said, thinking that she was declining his invite to share a bed with him. "Christian, come up with me. I can't stand waking up without your arms around me." She told him with a smile. He smiled back and followed her to the hotel.
Satine changed into a silk nightgown and Christian only kept on his undershirt and his trousers. She crawled under the covers and was soon followed by Christian. He wrapped his arms around her. She sighed happily. "God, I missed you." He whispered to her. "So did I." She whispered back. They were silent for a while and Christian thought Satine had gone to sleep. He kissed her forehead and she smiled. "Christian?" she asked. "Hmm?" he murmured. "You mentioned you had a father before. Does your family live here in England?" She asked, tracing a pattern on his chest with her finger. "Yes, in fact I visited them yesterday." He replied. "They were worried about me. When I left, I was so fascinated with love. When I came back. I was broken. Not just my heart was broken, all of me was. I literally felt like I had been ripped in two. My sister, Emily, who I am very close with and my mother were the only ones I gave my book too. I told father that I fell in love and it didn't work out. He will surely tell Edward, my brother." Satine snuggled into his arms more. "My father wouldn't approve of the Moulin Rouge, and Edward, well Edward follows father. He doesn't want to be put out of his will. So I know they wouldn't like the fact I ever went to the Moulin Rouge." He finished. "Is your father going to hate me?" Satine asked, looking in his eyes. "Of course not! Why would you ever think that?" he replied, shocked. "Because I am a courtesan." She replied quietly. "Used to. You used to be a courtesan." He corrected. "That still doesn't change the fact. I was once. That's all it takes." She told him quietly. "Satine, it's different now. You aren't the same person anymore. You aren't Satine the courtesan you are Satine the free spirit. You have to remember that." Christian told her. "I know, but your father wouldn't care about that." She explained. "Forget my father. The only people that I care about liking you are my mother and my sister. And trust me. They will love you. They will love you because I love you." He told her, looking into her eyes. She smiled a little. "Maybe I we just won't tell your father. What he doesn't know can't hurt him. I will completely leave my past behind." Satine suggested. "Do what ever you feel is right darling. I love you and that's all that matters." He told her, stroking her hair. "I love you, too." Satine told him, looking in his eyes again. They both smiled and kissed happily. "No matter how many times we kiss, I can never get over that feeling I get when we kiss." Satine told him. He just smiled and wrapped his arms around her. They soon were fast asleep.
Please review! I am wondering if my work sucks or if no one is reading it. ~~Beth
A/N: I'd like to thank Kristi for reviewing, this is my first fic and I am glad someone is reading. Also I'd like to thank Nic cuz she helped me edit my story and encouraged me to post it. Ok, on with the story!
Reunited
Satine woke to a ticket man yelling, "Next stop London! You must have your tickets available if you are staying on longer. Next stop London!" She gathered her things. She stepped off the train, realizing that she had no clue where to find Christian. She decided to head to a hotel and stay there while she searched for Christian. She found one across from a bar that interested her. It was called "Boho Nite's." she planned on going there after she unpacked. It sounded like she would relate to the people there and they might know Christian.
Christian had been in England for two days. He found a nice apartment right down the road from his favorite bar called "Boho Nite's." All the London Bohemian's hung around there. Christian was a regular before he moved to Montmartre. His friends there had the same views he shared with Toulouse. He went there last night and they were all fascinated about Christian's story of love. He introduced the bartender to the wonderful world of absinthe and he promised to get some in to sell. Christian was getting ready to go out. He had just showered and combed his hair and he headed down to the bar.
Satine cleaned herself up quickly. Refreshing her make-up and brushing her hair. She stepped outside to head to the bar. As she crossed the street, she heard someone singing a very familiar song. "Listen to my heart can you hear it sing? Telling me to give you everything. Season's may change, winter to spring, but I love you, until the end of time." She looked and saw Christian walking down the street his head was hung down low, his face now had a beard upon it but it was him. "Come what may." He continued to sing. "Come what may." She broke in and Christian's head snapped up. He smiled widely as their eyes met and he figured out who was standing just twenty feet from him. She had tears running down her face as she ran into his arms. She sobbed into his shoulder. He pulled her face away so he could look into her eyes. "God, it is you." He sighed and pulled her in for a kiss. Satine felt that jolt go through her whole body. This is what she needed. All she needed to be happy. They pulled away, their foreheads still touching. "You died. You died in my arms. How can you be here?" he whispered while rubbing his hands on her face and through her hair. "I didn't die, I just stopped breathing for a few minutes. Harold took me to a better doctor, who saved me, Christian. I am okay now." She told him. He smiled. "How come you didn't find me sooner? I missed you so much." He breathed, kissing her face. "Harold told me that you fell of your balcony and died. So, I had no reason to come to Montmartre until the Moulin Rouge was open. Which was last night actually since it was such a long train ride." She told him. They kissed again, this time more passionately; they were trying to make up for lost time. They pulled away again. "Who told you I was alive?" he asked. "Toulouse. He gave me your book." She told him with a grin. "Why didn't he tell me that you were alive?" Christian asked with a puzzled look on his face. "Because Zidler threatened to fire him." Satine explained and he nodded and added, "It doesn't matter now. All that matters is that you are here." He said and wrapped her up in his arms again. She closed her eyes and breathed in his smell. "C'mon, it's cold out here. Let's go inside." Christian said and pulled her hand towards the bar. "Christian, I look awful." She told him, whipping her face. He brushed away some of her tears. "No, you look beautiful." He reassured her and she smiled.
They entered the bar and Christian led Satine to the very back of the bar to a crowded table. They all greeted Christian with enthusiasm. "Everybody this is Satine." He told them with a grin. They looked at him like he was crazy. "Christian, you told us Satine died." One man reminded him. "I know I told you that." He responded. They stared blankly at him. "See, I thought she died too, but I just saw her on the street." He said and proceeded to tell them the whole story. After he was finished they welcomed Satine to the group which consisted of Alex, who was a handsome man very similar to Christian, Gypsy, who was a beauty that loved to sing, dance, and have fun, and Ginger, who reminded Satine of Toulouse in many ways. She was very interested and in some ways psychotic in her thoughts of love. The oddest thing though was that Ginger was a dwarf also. Satine leaned over and whispered into Christian's ear. "I think that Toulouse and Ginger would be perfect for each other." She said. "I know." Christian whispered back. They spent the time in the bar just chatting with the group. Satine was telling them of her story. Christian was telling them about the wonderful bohemians he had made friends with. He was listening to Gypsy tell one of her funny stories when he saw Satine try to hide a yawn. After Gypsy was finished, Christian stood up and said, "Well, I think we are going to get going. I have a lot of catching up to do with my darling." Satine smiled said good-bye to everyone. After they were out on the street Christian asked, "Sweetheart, where are you staying?" She pointed across the street. "That hotel." She told him. "Do you want to come to my house tonight? We will move all your things." He offered. She shook her head. "No, I am tired we can do that in the morning, besides, I paid for the night already. It would be a shame to waste it." She said. "Well, I will come and get you first thing in the morning." He said, thinking that she was declining his invite to share a bed with him. "Christian, come up with me. I can't stand waking up without your arms around me." She told him with a smile. He smiled back and followed her to the hotel.
Satine changed into a silk nightgown and Christian only kept on his undershirt and his trousers. She crawled under the covers and was soon followed by Christian. He wrapped his arms around her. She sighed happily. "God, I missed you." He whispered to her. "So did I." She whispered back. They were silent for a while and Christian thought Satine had gone to sleep. He kissed her forehead and she smiled. "Christian?" she asked. "Hmm?" he murmured. "You mentioned you had a father before. Does your family live here in England?" She asked, tracing a pattern on his chest with her finger. "Yes, in fact I visited them yesterday." He replied. "They were worried about me. When I left, I was so fascinated with love. When I came back. I was broken. Not just my heart was broken, all of me was. I literally felt like I had been ripped in two. My sister, Emily, who I am very close with and my mother were the only ones I gave my book too. I told father that I fell in love and it didn't work out. He will surely tell Edward, my brother." Satine snuggled into his arms more. "My father wouldn't approve of the Moulin Rouge, and Edward, well Edward follows father. He doesn't want to be put out of his will. So I know they wouldn't like the fact I ever went to the Moulin Rouge." He finished. "Is your father going to hate me?" Satine asked, looking in his eyes. "Of course not! Why would you ever think that?" he replied, shocked. "Because I am a courtesan." She replied quietly. "Used to. You used to be a courtesan." He corrected. "That still doesn't change the fact. I was once. That's all it takes." She told him quietly. "Satine, it's different now. You aren't the same person anymore. You aren't Satine the courtesan you are Satine the free spirit. You have to remember that." Christian told her. "I know, but your father wouldn't care about that." She explained. "Forget my father. The only people that I care about liking you are my mother and my sister. And trust me. They will love you. They will love you because I love you." He told her, looking into her eyes. She smiled a little. "Maybe I we just won't tell your father. What he doesn't know can't hurt him. I will completely leave my past behind." Satine suggested. "Do what ever you feel is right darling. I love you and that's all that matters." He told her, stroking her hair. "I love you, too." Satine told him, looking in his eyes again. They both smiled and kissed happily. "No matter how many times we kiss, I can never get over that feeling I get when we kiss." Satine told him. He just smiled and wrapped his arms around her. They soon were fast asleep.
Please review! I am wondering if my work sucks or if no one is reading it. ~~Beth