~Until The End Of Time~
*Chapter IX*
Satine found that she could not stop smiling, as she walked down Market Street. The sun seemed to be shining just a bit brighter on that sunny San Francisco morning. She took a deep breath, and let out a long, dramatic sigh. Her night had been filled with dreams of Christian, confirming her suspicions that she had fallen, head-over-heels for the quiet scribe. She couldn't explain it...but she felt a connection to Christian...as though she'd known him for years. And the way he looked at her...oh, it made her melt. She only hoped that Sam would understand. She had a feeling he would, considering the amount of time he had spent talking with Charlotte last night. Satine recalled the cab ride home last night...Sam was so engrossed in Charlotte that Satine had begun to feel invisible. No matter, her head had been filled with images of Christian, and that song.
Satine turned to cross 5th street, and spotted Christian, on the other side of Market, preparing to cross. Satine smiled, and watched him as he crouched down to tie his shoe, then glance at his watch while he was waiting for the light to turn.
"Speak of the Devil," Satine sang to herself, "The devil appears. Been waiting for someone, been waiting for years. And it's alright now. Yes I'm alright now."
*
Across the street, Christian was consumed in his own thoughts. He was a fool for leaving Satine last night. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he had blown an opportunity to sway her his way. He shook his head, as he tied his shoe, and realized that he was going to have to let go. If only Satine could remember! How he longed for the days of the Moulin Rouge, when he and Satine were forced to hide their love from the world! At least they had a love to hide. There is nothing sadder than a one-sided love...is there? He sighed, and began to cross the street, as he sang to himself.
"Lonely days without her. Nights that would not end. Long as I think about her, I can still pretend, it's alright..."
Christian never saw the car coming.
*
Satine waited anxiously, as Christian began to cross the street. She debated about whether or not to call out to him, and in the end, decided against it. Suddenly, a large, beat up Chevy came around the corner, and did not slow at the intersection. The driver sped through the crosswalk, hitting three pedestrians, including a middle-aged business man and a young Chinese woman. But all Satine saw was Christian, as he flew through the air, and hit the ground with a deadly thud. Completely disregarding her own safety, Satine dashed out to the intersection, collapsing at Christian's side.
"Christian? Christian, can you hear me? Oh, please Christian...SOMEBODY GET SOME HELP!"
***
"Sam! There's someone here to see you."
"Thanks, Holly," Sam said absently, as he finished typing up his article. He looked up from his monitor just in time to see Charlotte coming his way. He smiled broadly, and stood up.
"Hi, Sam," Charlotte said quietly.
"Charlotte! How are you feeling?"
"Oh, I'm okay. I feel like an idiot, though. I never drink that much..."
"Oh, you were okay...at least you weren't up singing karaoke," Sam laughed.
"Yeah," Charlotte giggled.
"Um, are you hungry? I was about to go get some food..."
"Yeah, that'd be great," Charlotte shrugged. What was she doing? Falling for her friend's boyfriend? Satine was going to kill her! But...there was something about Sam...Charlotte couldn't put her finger on it...but being with him...it felt...familiar.
"Sam!" Harry's voice boomed through the newsroom.
"Over here, Harry," Sam sighed, knowing that his breakfast date was about to be cancelled.
"Sam, I need you to run down to 5th Street. Some drunk ran down a bunch of pedestrians. One's dead, the others are on their way to St. Mary's...Hey, who's your pretty friend?" Harry turned his attention to Charlotte.
"Oh, uh, this is Charlotte. Charlotte, this is my editor, Harry Zidler."
"Hello," Charlotte said quietly.
"Hello, dear," Harry said sweetly, then turned back to Sam, "Get moving, we want that story for the evening edition!"
"On my way, Harry," Sam mumbled, as he shot Charlotte an apologetic glance.
***
Satine climbed into the ambulance, and sat down next to Christian. She took his hand, and braced herself, as the ambulance began moving.
"Christian? Can you hear me?"
He didn't respond, and Satine feared the worst. She felt a single, warm teardrop slide down her cheek, and she wondered how she could feel so much, for someone she barely knew. Sighing sadly, she kissed Christian on the forehead, and closed her eyes, willing herself to believe that Christian would be okay.
He had to be.
*
Christian felt himself sinking into darkness. He wondered what had happened. He couldn't see, and couldn't feel, anything. He heard a voice, floating through the darkness. Where was it coming from? It sounded like an angel's voice. Christian relaxed, and let the voice carry him to a better place.
~*~
AN: ah, I think I've got just about one chapter left in me here...I'll try to get it going ASAP!
Song used: "Speak of The Devil" by Chris Isaak.
*Chapter IX*
Satine found that she could not stop smiling, as she walked down Market Street. The sun seemed to be shining just a bit brighter on that sunny San Francisco morning. She took a deep breath, and let out a long, dramatic sigh. Her night had been filled with dreams of Christian, confirming her suspicions that she had fallen, head-over-heels for the quiet scribe. She couldn't explain it...but she felt a connection to Christian...as though she'd known him for years. And the way he looked at her...oh, it made her melt. She only hoped that Sam would understand. She had a feeling he would, considering the amount of time he had spent talking with Charlotte last night. Satine recalled the cab ride home last night...Sam was so engrossed in Charlotte that Satine had begun to feel invisible. No matter, her head had been filled with images of Christian, and that song.
Satine turned to cross 5th street, and spotted Christian, on the other side of Market, preparing to cross. Satine smiled, and watched him as he crouched down to tie his shoe, then glance at his watch while he was waiting for the light to turn.
"Speak of the Devil," Satine sang to herself, "The devil appears. Been waiting for someone, been waiting for years. And it's alright now. Yes I'm alright now."
*
Across the street, Christian was consumed in his own thoughts. He was a fool for leaving Satine last night. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he had blown an opportunity to sway her his way. He shook his head, as he tied his shoe, and realized that he was going to have to let go. If only Satine could remember! How he longed for the days of the Moulin Rouge, when he and Satine were forced to hide their love from the world! At least they had a love to hide. There is nothing sadder than a one-sided love...is there? He sighed, and began to cross the street, as he sang to himself.
"Lonely days without her. Nights that would not end. Long as I think about her, I can still pretend, it's alright..."
Christian never saw the car coming.
*
Satine waited anxiously, as Christian began to cross the street. She debated about whether or not to call out to him, and in the end, decided against it. Suddenly, a large, beat up Chevy came around the corner, and did not slow at the intersection. The driver sped through the crosswalk, hitting three pedestrians, including a middle-aged business man and a young Chinese woman. But all Satine saw was Christian, as he flew through the air, and hit the ground with a deadly thud. Completely disregarding her own safety, Satine dashed out to the intersection, collapsing at Christian's side.
"Christian? Christian, can you hear me? Oh, please Christian...SOMEBODY GET SOME HELP!"
***
"Sam! There's someone here to see you."
"Thanks, Holly," Sam said absently, as he finished typing up his article. He looked up from his monitor just in time to see Charlotte coming his way. He smiled broadly, and stood up.
"Hi, Sam," Charlotte said quietly.
"Charlotte! How are you feeling?"
"Oh, I'm okay. I feel like an idiot, though. I never drink that much..."
"Oh, you were okay...at least you weren't up singing karaoke," Sam laughed.
"Yeah," Charlotte giggled.
"Um, are you hungry? I was about to go get some food..."
"Yeah, that'd be great," Charlotte shrugged. What was she doing? Falling for her friend's boyfriend? Satine was going to kill her! But...there was something about Sam...Charlotte couldn't put her finger on it...but being with him...it felt...familiar.
"Sam!" Harry's voice boomed through the newsroom.
"Over here, Harry," Sam sighed, knowing that his breakfast date was about to be cancelled.
"Sam, I need you to run down to 5th Street. Some drunk ran down a bunch of pedestrians. One's dead, the others are on their way to St. Mary's...Hey, who's your pretty friend?" Harry turned his attention to Charlotte.
"Oh, uh, this is Charlotte. Charlotte, this is my editor, Harry Zidler."
"Hello," Charlotte said quietly.
"Hello, dear," Harry said sweetly, then turned back to Sam, "Get moving, we want that story for the evening edition!"
"On my way, Harry," Sam mumbled, as he shot Charlotte an apologetic glance.
***
Satine climbed into the ambulance, and sat down next to Christian. She took his hand, and braced herself, as the ambulance began moving.
"Christian? Can you hear me?"
He didn't respond, and Satine feared the worst. She felt a single, warm teardrop slide down her cheek, and she wondered how she could feel so much, for someone she barely knew. Sighing sadly, she kissed Christian on the forehead, and closed her eyes, willing herself to believe that Christian would be okay.
He had to be.
*
Christian felt himself sinking into darkness. He wondered what had happened. He couldn't see, and couldn't feel, anything. He heard a voice, floating through the darkness. Where was it coming from? It sounded like an angel's voice. Christian relaxed, and let the voice carry him to a better place.
~*~
AN: ah, I think I've got just about one chapter left in me here...I'll try to get it going ASAP!
Song used: "Speak of The Devil" by Chris Isaak.
