So we've had 9 weeks together huh?
Its been real fun guys
so next week shall be our last! AAAAH
Please please please check out my newer (and much longer) fic that IM writing atm, its a Calzona AU but very different to this!
Thank you once again to everyone, I own nothing
AND ON WITH THE SHOW!
Chapter 9
"I want her back, Sloan, find her."
"Of course." Mark nodded at Erica, who was holding an icepack to her bruised cheek.
"The writer, that woman has poisoned her with her words. Save Calliope her, Sloan, or I'll have that woman killed."
"At once, Miss Hahn." Mark stood up from his office chair and made his way to his best friend's dressing room. It was time to break her heart.
"What are you doing?"
Callie was standing over a suitcase, but she swung around at the sound of his voice."Packing, Mark, this is me packing my things so I can walk tall. I'm walking away."
"Calliope-"
"No, don't 'Calliope' me Mark," Callie turned her back on her friend and went back to pouring her possessions into the case, "you said to walk tall, to follow my dreams. This is me standing up and leaving., m My dreams have changed, I've found love Mark! Can you believe it? People like us can find love."
Mark put a hand no Callie's shoulder and turned her to face him.
"You're dying, Calliope."
"What?"
"You have...consumption. The night you blanked out, you were unconscious. You fainted. You have been coughing up blood after shows; I've seen you dot it Calliope."
"It's not...I'm not...You're lying Mark." Callie said, but she knew he was telling the truth. She had known Mark for over a decade;, they had been best friends and lovers, and she knew that he was telling the truth.
"So what do I do, Mark?"
"You're a great actress Callie, convince Arizona you never loved her and perform on opening night. The show must go on. We are creatures of the underworld, we can't afford to love. Hurt her, hurt her to save her or Erica will have her killed. You know she can."
Callie nodded. Mark was right, Arizona shouldn't have to lose Callie this way, forcing her to drop everything just for a few days of being together. This was fairer. Less painful.
"The show must go on" Callie agreed.
"Calliope, Calliope just talk to me, please!" Arizona ran out into the Parisian street, it was pouring with rain but all she cared about was following the love of her life and stopping her from leaving. "CALLIOPE!"
"NO, Arizona!" Callie whipped around, "Erica offered me everything, everything I've ever dreamed of Arizona! Can you give that? Can you give me fame? Can you give me security?" Callie didn't wait for an answer and continued to walk away.
"But what about last night?" Arizona ran up behind her.
"You can leave anytime you want toot Arizona, but I can't leave. The Moulin Rouge is my home, and that actually means something to me!"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Callie turned around again. "You bail, when things get hard, maybe it's because you grew up with a military background, maybe you never learned to commit, you left your father out of grief and you are leaving here because you messed up. You' are unreliable, Arizona, and I do not want to see you because I turned my life upside down for you and you' will just walk away. You're untrustworthy, so I don't want to see you. You're self-centered, so I don't want to see you. I am a hundred percent certain that if I let you into my life you will hurt me, so I don't want to see you. You run away and be happy. I'll stay here and be happy. Because we. Are. Over."
"Calliope-"
"We are standing in the middle of the street screaming at each other. We. Are. Over. I am the Hindi courtesan...and I choose the maharaja., t That's how the story really ends." Callie knew that she had done it. Arizona was not going to follow her. Callie ran into the Moulin Rouge and sat in her dressing room.
Opening night was in half an hour.
Arizona sat on the floor of her apartment in the light of her window. The light of the Moulin Rouge. She raised a bottle of wine to her lips. There was a knock on her door.
"Go Away!"
"Arizona" April slipped into the room, "This...things aren't always as they seem."
"Things are exactly as they seem."
"Arizona," April sat beside the blonde, "I know...about art and love. If only because I long for it with every fibre of my being. She loves you. I know it. I know she loves you." April stood up again and held out her hand for Arizona, "now let's go to the Mou-"
"Go away April."
"But-"
Arizona's bloodshot eyes tore into her, "GO AWAY!" she screamed as she threw her empty bottle of wine at the dwarf.
Arizona closed her eyes and heard the door slam closed. She tried to shut out what April had said, but once again she let the words of others fill her with doubt. There was only one way to be sure.
She had to know. She had to return to the Moulin Rouge. ..
One Last time
