Disclaimer- Apparently no-one remembers! So I'll say again (grrrr) I don't own them so if you want them (and lets face it who wouldn't?) don't bother asking me
A/N- OMG! Huge delay and not my fault honest! Please forgive me? I know there was some confusion over the last chapter, but I can't remember why or who from, so, would you mind awfully asking again so I can answer or alter as needs be? I'm awful cheeky ain't I?

The next day everything was ready and Toulouse worked miracles to get Christian away from Nini and in to the theatre.
You have to go Chwistian, he begged. It's especiawy for you, a celebration of your weturn to health and your welationship with Nini.

All right Toulouse I'll go, Christian conceded eventually. But Nini better had know about this or she's not going to be very happy, he warned.

Don't wowy Chwistian. You'll have a gweat time!

They arrived at the Moulin Rouge to the tune of Come What May and as they entered Satine started singing. The words froze Christian in his tracks, and he stood unmoving in the doorway as the song continued, his eyes fixed on Satine. As the song came to an end, Christian began walking up to the stage where she was singing.

He stopped at the edge of the stage, staring up at her.
I remember, he whispered. I remember it all.
* * *

Two weeks had gone by. Nini had been furious to walk in to the Moulin Rogue to find Christian and Satine standing on the edge of the stage, engaged in a deep kiss. Harold had been overjoyed to give Satine away at her wedding, and Toulouse had been delighted to be Christian's best man.

Despite the plans for a small wedding, the Moulin Rouge had been full, everyone who worked there having been in attendance. Every one was anticipating the inevitable children and happy ending. But the power of the individual should never be underestimated.

Christian was on his way home with a bottle of wine for dinner that night when Satie and Toulouse came running up to him, very real fear in their eyes.
Christian! Where is Satine?

She's at home. Why? What's wrong?

Oh Chwistian! It's the Duke! He's back! Terror sprang in to Christian's eyes and he threw the bottle to the ground, running towards his home. Satie and Toulouse were quickly left behind, but they carried on running, panic giving them extra speed. They both knew what would happen if the Duke found Satine.

Christian nearly stopped when he saw the door to his garrett was open, but he forced himself to go in, calling for Satine as he went. What he saw when he crossed the threshold sent a thrill of terror right through him. He was still standing in the doorway when Satie and Toulouse reached him.

The room itself was a mess, as though someone had ransacked it. And on the table, adorned with blots of what looked horribly like blood, was lying a piece of paper, bearing the words:

My Way.