Christian's Angel
By chandlove7
Disclaimer: As is required, here is the typical disclaimer. I do not own Moulin Rouge or any of the characters associated with it. Baz Luhrmann does. Also (sadly), I don't own "Lullaby (Goodnight, My Angel)" – Billy Joel does (but I myself prefer the Wise Guys version of this song).
A/N: There may have been similar fics written, but as I was listening to the song the other night, the idea for this fic popped into my head, and I wrote it in literally about one hour, maybe less. Enjoy! And please review!
Christian sat at his typewriter, unable to write, although the last words of his beautiful Satine ran through his head over and over. "Write our story, that way I will always be with you." But he couldn't. He couldn't do this. Not now, not ever. Whenever he tried - and boy had he tried, just one glance around his room showed the remnants of his beginnings – he would sob, and then cry, the hot tears streaming down his face, searing his face with the pain of his loss.
At that same moment, Toulouse opened the door, holding a bottle of absinthe in his hand. He took one look at Christian, and felt that this was not the time to remind him that Satine would have been one year older today. He closed the door just as silently as he had opened it, there was no way to talk to Christian when he was like this. Poor Cwistian, thought Toulouse. If only there was something I could do, something that would help our Cwistian get back on his feet.
Christian looked out of his window, and let his eyes wander across the street to the Moulin Rouge, something he had not done in quite a long time. But just looking at it brought back that night at "Spectacular, Spectacular!" – Satine's fateful last night as the Sparkling Diamond. His eyes glanced to left, and stopped at the elephant, Satine's home. That first night, when she had confused him with the Duke, and then afterwards, when they had sung…the memories were too painful, and Christian began to weep.
He looked around the room, searching among the empty bottles of absinthe for a full one, the drink that would take away his pain, if only for a short time. Alas, there were none to be found.
Somehow, Christian found himself walking over to the bed, and falling backwards into a deep sleep. A beautiful voice, unmistakably Satine's, rang softly in his ears.
Goodnight , my angel
Time to close your eyes
And save these questions for another day
I think you know what you've been asking me
I think I know what you've been trying to say
I promise I would never leave you
And you should always know
Wherever you may go
No matter where you are
I never will be far away
He snapped his eyes open, and to his surprise, found Satine sitting on the edge of his bed, just as beautiful as she had always been. She smiled at him, and he smiled back. Then he remembered. Today was her birthday! How could he have forgotten? He spoke to her, believing her to be as real as the day he first saw her. "Satine, darling, I have waited so long, too long, to see you. And today is your birthday. How could I have forgotten? You must think me a terrible beau." He searched the room, looking for something – anything – that he could give to her as a token of his love on the day of her birth. But she took his hands in her own, and looked him in the eyes, singing once more.
Goodnight, my angel
Now it's time to sleep
And still so many things I want to say
Remember all the songs you sang for me
When we went sailing on an emerald bay
And like a boat out on the ocean
I'm rocking you to sleep
The water's dark
And deep inside this ancient heart
You'll always be a part of me
"No Satine," he pleaded. "Don't leave me again. Please…." She did not respond, only looked at him, the look in her eyes telling him how much she loved him, how she could not bear to leave him either. "It would be your birthday, today, Satine…" his voice faded. And then she spoke. "I know Christian. And there is only one gift you could give me."
Goodnight, my angel
Now it's time to dream
And dream how wonderful your life will be
Someday your child may cry
And if you sing this lullaby
Then in your heart
There will always be a part of me.
"Write our story Christian. Write it for me, if not for yourself. You must go on living Christian. You must. I could not bear to see you die, not yet." "Satine…" "Please Christian, you must do this." As she said this, she started to fade away into the darkness of the room. "No Satine, you can't leave yet – one kiss is all I ask.." he whispered. "Goodbye Christian," she said softly. "Satine!" he cried, watching her figure fade. As he said that, she pushed him down on to the bed, forcing him to close his eyes, making him sleep again. As Christian fell back into his deep sleep, he could hear her voice echoing in his ears.
Someday we'll all be gone,
But lullabies go on and on
They never die
That's how you
And I
Will be
Christian slept deeply for the rest of the night, the first time he had truly slept since the death of his one true love. And when he awoke in the morning, he realized what he had to do. He realized that what Satine had said the night before - whether or not he was dreaming, he didn't know – would enable him to move on, to continue his life. But whatever came along, he would never love another as he had loved Satine. No one in this world – or any world for that matter – would share a love like the one that the two fateful lovers had shared - ever.
A/N: Thanks for reading it…and please review! It motivates me to write more fics….also…to any "Friends" fans out there…I will try to continue my series "Online"…I just haven't had the time…
