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*
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Christian and I stood up, and I ended up spilling coffee on myself.
"Ooow!" I complained. It normally would've made everybody laugh, but in the current situation there was absolutely no humor obviously.
"I heard the Duke talking to his manservant Warner and he said that since you apparently stood up to him earlier or something he was going to have you KILLED!" she blurted out in one breath. I gasped and almost fainted. Back in my own time, I know that I had no enemies. Now suddenly after a week in Montmartre I suddenly was going to be killed? How could this be? I had to sit down for a moment.
"Then we'll have to strike first!" Christian spoke up. This was terribly out of character for him. Was he really suggesting killing the Duke? And that would alter the timeline more than I really wanted.
"You can't!" I said.
"Why not," Christian questioned me.
"He's not supposed to die!" I choked out. At this Satine and Christian looked at me funny.
"Well how would you know if he was supposed to die?" Satine asked.
Well this was a fine situation I had gotten into. I was to either die or have to confess my secret about who I really was to my new friends.
"Well…?" Christian asked.
"You should maybe sit down…." I told them.
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"So what are you going to say to Christian when you finally have to tell him?" Rachel asked as she sat down at the booth.
"Well," I started as I looked down into the chocolate sundae that was set in front of me, "I believe I will start by telling him I've always admired him. Then I will tell him how we have a lot in common, and I bet we will!" I laughed. Dr. Morrison did, too. "Anyway, obviously then I shall ask him why he thinks that is so. I will then tell him we are related. He'll maybe laugh and ask if we're cousins or something, which would make sense, but then I'll have to somehow confess I'm from the future."
"And how will you do that?" she asked now interested.
"Well, I'll say 'Have you ever thought about your descendants and things?' 'Why yes' he will say. I'll say 'Well, you have obviously thought of me before then.' He'll laugh or something and ask if I'm drunk, but then I'll tell him I'm not crazy or anything but I'm actually his great-great- great-great grandson. He might not talk to me anymore, but does it really matter if Satine lives?"
"Wouldn't you want him to believe you?"
"Well, yes, but if it came down to it I think it might be helpful if I show him the time machine, won't it?"
"How will you find it? You told me that in your other time machine adventures you had to look for it."
"Well, it always shows up near the place I first showed up, so I'll look there!"
"Sounds like a good plan," she laughed. And we blissfully talked about various other things as we ate our delicious ice cream.
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"So what did you do?" Toulouse asked me as I curled up on his floor.
"Um, nothing," I lied. "But he said he needed a night alone, which excludes me."
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Christian and I stood up, and I ended up spilling coffee on myself.
"Ooow!" I complained. It normally would've made everybody laugh, but in the current situation there was absolutely no humor obviously.
"I heard the Duke talking to his manservant Warner and he said that since you apparently stood up to him earlier or something he was going to have you KILLED!" she blurted out in one breath. I gasped and almost fainted. Back in my own time, I know that I had no enemies. Now suddenly after a week in Montmartre I suddenly was going to be killed? How could this be? I had to sit down for a moment.
"Then we'll have to strike first!" Christian spoke up. This was terribly out of character for him. Was he really suggesting killing the Duke? And that would alter the timeline more than I really wanted.
"You can't!" I said.
"Why not," Christian questioned me.
"He's not supposed to die!" I choked out. At this Satine and Christian looked at me funny.
"Well how would you know if he was supposed to die?" Satine asked.
Well this was a fine situation I had gotten into. I was to either die or have to confess my secret about who I really was to my new friends.
"Well…?" Christian asked.
"You should maybe sit down…." I told them.
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"So what are you going to say to Christian when you finally have to tell him?" Rachel asked as she sat down at the booth.
"Well," I started as I looked down into the chocolate sundae that was set in front of me, "I believe I will start by telling him I've always admired him. Then I will tell him how we have a lot in common, and I bet we will!" I laughed. Dr. Morrison did, too. "Anyway, obviously then I shall ask him why he thinks that is so. I will then tell him we are related. He'll maybe laugh and ask if we're cousins or something, which would make sense, but then I'll have to somehow confess I'm from the future."
"And how will you do that?" she asked now interested.
"Well, I'll say 'Have you ever thought about your descendants and things?' 'Why yes' he will say. I'll say 'Well, you have obviously thought of me before then.' He'll laugh or something and ask if I'm drunk, but then I'll tell him I'm not crazy or anything but I'm actually his great-great- great-great grandson. He might not talk to me anymore, but does it really matter if Satine lives?"
"Wouldn't you want him to believe you?"
"Well, yes, but if it came down to it I think it might be helpful if I show him the time machine, won't it?"
"How will you find it? You told me that in your other time machine adventures you had to look for it."
"Well, it always shows up near the place I first showed up, so I'll look there!"
"Sounds like a good plan," she laughed. And we blissfully talked about various other things as we ate our delicious ice cream.
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"So what did you do?" Toulouse asked me as I curled up on his floor.
"Um, nothing," I lied. "But he said he needed a night alone, which excludes me."