Disclaimer: No, I __don't__ own any of the Moulin Rouge characters except for Michael, though if I owned Christian that would be cool. But that's off the subject. *cough*
Note: I don't usually do this, but I would like to have a few dedications. The first one is to Sparkling Diamond Satine, possibly the best MR fic writer out there, and also to Brown Eyes for having so many good fics and also for reviewing this fic three times. THANKS!
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She set her glass of wine down.
"What is it?" she asked me, looking conderned. I came this close to telling her, but then I thought of something--if I told her, she would think that the two of us were related, too. How could I let her down and tell her that that was not true? That we were in fact not related? That, because I came back to save her, I would cease to exist? I just couldn't do it to her.
"Well...?" she asked.
"Um, I dropped the butter on the floor." I said sheepishly. Satine laughed.
"Is that all?" she giggled and picked it up.
Well, I __almost__ told her.
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That night I was feeling down. It had occured to me that I was a fool to come back in time. I couldn't tell anyone about why I was here or who I really was. What was I to even do?--the minute she starts to fade away jump in, give her the medicine, and just go poof? Would it really be fair to all of my ansestors to just go poof, too? All the lives they had touched? All the people they were supposed to meet.....a lot of history would be changed.
I doubted myself. Why was I doing this? I could have been an award-winning scientist. Just this syrum that I had created alone could make millions for me, not to mention the time capsul I used to get here. But instead I had chosen to go back in time and save someone I didn't even know! It seemed that I was insane. And why not? Who else in history would do this? No one. Everyone I know would've gone straight for the money. "Forget happiness!" I bet that's what they'd say. Yes. I am sure they would.
"I am a fool. A raging fool. Foolishness practically oozes out of my every pore." I confessed to Toulouse that night as I talked with him. It seemed at though we were getting close. I just loved hearing stories from him. This man truly had lived. And with such a handicapp, too.
"You must not think that about youself!" he said to me. "Many people think me a fool who's only friends are pimps and prostitutes, but I know about art and love if not only because I long for it with every fiber of my being. You, my friend, are not a fool. I know it." I was surprised.
"Whoa.." I breathed. "I've never heard you sound so philosophical before."
"Savor the moment, my friend," he laughed. We enjoyed the moment for a minute, but then I let out a sigh.
"Yes, but is all this really worth it? Love? Happiness?" I wondered aloud. But then I heard something....something familiar. I looked out the window, and I saw my great-great-great-great grandfather dancing and singing with his true love.
Christian:
Love, love me do,
You know i love you,
I'll always be true,
So please
Love me do,
Woh, love me do.
Satine:
Love, love me do,
You know i love you,
I'll always be true,
So please
Love me do,
Woh, love me do.
Both:
Someone to love, somebody new.
Someone to love, someone like you.
Satine:
Love, love me do,
You know i love you,
I'll always be true,
So please
Love me do,
Woh, love me do.
Christian:
Love, love me do,
You know i love you,
I'll always be true,
So please
Love me do,
Both:
Woh, love me do,
Yeh, love me do,
Woh, love me do,
Oh, love me do.
I smiled to myself. Yes, yes it was worth it. Everything was. Coming back in time: it was. Losing the fame: it was. Everything.
Note: I don't usually do this, but I would like to have a few dedications. The first one is to Sparkling Diamond Satine, possibly the best MR fic writer out there, and also to Brown Eyes for having so many good fics and also for reviewing this fic three times. THANKS!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She set her glass of wine down.
"What is it?" she asked me, looking conderned. I came this close to telling her, but then I thought of something--if I told her, she would think that the two of us were related, too. How could I let her down and tell her that that was not true? That we were in fact not related? That, because I came back to save her, I would cease to exist? I just couldn't do it to her.
"Well...?" she asked.
"Um, I dropped the butter on the floor." I said sheepishly. Satine laughed.
"Is that all?" she giggled and picked it up.
Well, I __almost__ told her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
That night I was feeling down. It had occured to me that I was a fool to come back in time. I couldn't tell anyone about why I was here or who I really was. What was I to even do?--the minute she starts to fade away jump in, give her the medicine, and just go poof? Would it really be fair to all of my ansestors to just go poof, too? All the lives they had touched? All the people they were supposed to meet.....a lot of history would be changed.
I doubted myself. Why was I doing this? I could have been an award-winning scientist. Just this syrum that I had created alone could make millions for me, not to mention the time capsul I used to get here. But instead I had chosen to go back in time and save someone I didn't even know! It seemed that I was insane. And why not? Who else in history would do this? No one. Everyone I know would've gone straight for the money. "Forget happiness!" I bet that's what they'd say. Yes. I am sure they would.
"I am a fool. A raging fool. Foolishness practically oozes out of my every pore." I confessed to Toulouse that night as I talked with him. It seemed at though we were getting close. I just loved hearing stories from him. This man truly had lived. And with such a handicapp, too.
"You must not think that about youself!" he said to me. "Many people think me a fool who's only friends are pimps and prostitutes, but I know about art and love if not only because I long for it with every fiber of my being. You, my friend, are not a fool. I know it." I was surprised.
"Whoa.." I breathed. "I've never heard you sound so philosophical before."
"Savor the moment, my friend," he laughed. We enjoyed the moment for a minute, but then I let out a sigh.
"Yes, but is all this really worth it? Love? Happiness?" I wondered aloud. But then I heard something....something familiar. I looked out the window, and I saw my great-great-great-great grandfather dancing and singing with his true love.
Christian:
Love, love me do,
You know i love you,
I'll always be true,
So please
Love me do,
Woh, love me do.
Satine:
Love, love me do,
You know i love you,
I'll always be true,
So please
Love me do,
Woh, love me do.
Both:
Someone to love, somebody new.
Someone to love, someone like you.
Satine:
Love, love me do,
You know i love you,
I'll always be true,
So please
Love me do,
Woh, love me do.
Christian:
Love, love me do,
You know i love you,
I'll always be true,
So please
Love me do,
Both:
Woh, love me do,
Yeh, love me do,
Woh, love me do,
Oh, love me do.
I smiled to myself. Yes, yes it was worth it. Everything was. Coming back in time: it was. Losing the fame: it was. Everything.