Hey everyone

Hey everyone! "It's Karaoke Time" is currently on hold, seeing as how my writer's block on that hasn't gotten any better. For now, I'm going to concentrate on this story. Don't be surprised if later I post a completely different version of this story, I have so many ideas going through my head when I'm writing this and I can never decide which one to go with. Right now, it's this one.

WARNING: If you haven't seen "Moulin Rouge," first go out the theaters and see it, because trust me, it's completely and totally worth it. If you haven't seen it, go see it then come back to read this story (it obviously contains spoilers for the movie). Also, picture Dalton James playing Hank in here.

Disclaimer: The movie "Moulin Rouge" and its characters belongs to Baz Luhrmann and 20th Century Fox. "Passions" and its characters belong to NBC and JER(k). I'll give them back when I'm done with them. Who knows when that is :P.

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Come What May
Prologue

"No, Sam, I don't want to talk to you right now." The pure hurt mixed with bitterness and anger tore at his heart. Why was Ivy so upset, and what made her decide to give him up?

"Maybe if you talked about it, whatever's bothering you would go away," Sam suggested.

"Go away?!" Ivy repeated with shock. "Trust me, nothing will make this go away."

"What's bothering you so much?" Sam asked again.

"Dammit, Sam! Get the hell away from me and just leave me alone!" she cried, the tears starting to fall again.

He sighed, not wanting to turn away from her. "Just one question."

Ivy rolled her eyes. "What now?"

"What made you give me up?"

Now it was her turn to sigh. "You love Grace. Enough said. Now please, just go away."

Sam turned around and began walking away from her. Unfortunately, he didn't see the large beam right ahead of him. He heard Ivy yell, "Sam, watch out!" to him and then everything went black…

Chapter 1

Montmartre, Paris, 1899

Sam Bennett sat up in a very hard, uncomfortable bed. "What was that?" he wondered aloud. "Where am I?" He stood up and his feet hit hard, cold wood. He was in a tiny, one-room apartment in a large city. The building directly outside his window had a large windmill on top of it. "Moulin Rouge," Sam read off of the building. "Isn't that the movie that the girls have seen three times?" He picked up the newspaper on a small table where a typewriter also sat. "Paris? 1899??" He dropped the paper in shock. "Why the hell am I in Paris in 1899?" He threw some of the tattered clothes that were in the room on and quickly attempted to make himself look presentable. "Where's Ivy? I was just talking to her…Where are Grace, Kay and everyone else? What the hell is going on?"

As if things couldn't get any worse, an unconscious man crashed through his ceiling. The man looked eerily familiar to Sam. "Luis?" Sam moved closer to the man and shook him. "Luis? What are you doing here?"

"Oh no, he did it again!" Another man, a dwarf dressed as a nun appeared at Sam's door. "Timmy's sorry for the inconvenience. Luis is always falling asleep at the most inappropriate times."

"Aren't you Tabitha's doll?" Sam asked in disbelief.

"No, I'm Henri Timmy-Lautrec," the dwarf said and extended his hand. "Timmy's never heard of any Tabitha."

"Timmy, how is he?" Three men appeared at the top of the hole in the ceiling. They looked familiar as well.

"Hank? Miguel? Ethan?" Sam was extremely confused and his head hurt like a beast.

"Luis's fine," Timmy told them.

"Who's going to read his part in the play now?" the one who looked like Hank asked.

All eyes went to Sam.

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Before he could say or do anything, Sam was dressed in a shepherd from Switzerland's clothes, standing on a stool that was supposed to make him look like he was in the mountains. The play, Spectacular Spectacular, was to be shown at the Moulin Rouge theater. Timmy, who was the nun in the story, was attempting to sing a song that the flamboyant group had written themselves.

"The hills are vital with the noise of singing…" Timmy sang. To Sam, and it appeared the rest of the group, the song didn't quite make sense or seem to fit.

"Cut!" the Ethan lookalike yelled. "This isn't working."

"Well, what does Ethan want Timmy to sing?" Timmy asked, fed up with the interruptions.

"The hills—" Sam started as the group began to argue.

"The mountains are vigorous with the chords-" Miguel suggested.

"The hills—" Sam tried again, but no one was listening.

"No!" Hank shouted. "The uplands are energetic with the tone of melodies!"

The group began to shout at each other as Sam remained on the stool, eager to get his idea out to everyone else.

"The hills are alive with the sound of music," Sam sang in a projected, rich baritone that got the men's attention.

Hank, Ethan, Timmy and Miguel looked at each other and nodded. "Timmy likes it," Timmy said.

"With songs they have sung for a thousand years," Sam continued singing.

At that moment, Luis, who had been unconscious before, climbed up the ladder where the men stood. "Luis!" Miguel exclaimed. "Did you hear what Sam just sang?"

"I like it!" Luis declared.

"I say that Sam writes this play," Hank suggested.

"Thanks, bro, but isn't Miguel?" Sam asked.

"Bro?" Hank asked.

"Yeah, brother," Sam explained, then the reality of his situation set in. "Oh no, you're not my brother, are you?"

"Not that I know of," Hank said "But back to the writing, Miguel, you wouldn't mind, would you?"

"Excuse me!" Miguel said pompously. "Absolutely not!" He stormed out and was never heard from again.

Timmy shrugged. "Oh well. Hey Sam, Timmy, Luis, Ethan and Hank have a meeting tonight in the Moulin Rouge with Ivy, the star of our play. Sam should come and meet Ivy."

"Ivy," Sam repeated to himself. Then he realized what they were asking him to do. "No, I couldn't." He began to walk down the ladder to his room.

"Sam, wait!" Timmy called. "Doesn't Sam want to be a part of this revolution?"

"Revolution?" Sam asked. "No, I'm no revolutionary."

"Do you believe in truth?" Ethan asked.

"Yes, of course," Sam answered.

"Beauty?" Timmy said.

"Yes."

"Freedom?" Hank questioned.

"Yes!"

"Love?" Luis finally brought up.

"Love," Sam stated softly.

"Yes, love," Luis emphasized.

"Above all things, love," Sam answered and was surprised by what he was saying. "Love is like oxygen, love is a many splendored thing, love lifts us up where we belong, all you need is love."

"Then Sam can be one of us!" Timmy said excitedly.

"Off to the Moulin Rouge!" Hank exclaimed.

"Welcome, Sam. Tonight you can borrow my suit and jacket," Luis offered before he fell down, unconscious again.

So that night they all met and were off to the majestic, mysterious Moulin Rouge.

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