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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"Ra-ra-rachael?" I stuttered, not believing my own eyes. Could it be…..the object of my affection? Here? In Montmartre in 1899? I nearly passed out, but instead I stumbled forward and outstretched my arms to embrace her. Tears were welling in my already dried out eyes. She stumbled forward, also, and fell into my arms. We continued to hug for a long while, and then we finally pulled apart.
"Look at you!" she giggled running the brown suit I wore through her fingers.
"Yes, and look at you!" I said as I showed her that she, too, has new clothes. Her usual lab coat over a sweater and jeans were replaced with a lovely 19th century ensemble for suck a lovely figure: a red coat with black lace trimmings and a skirt to match. She gasped at the sight of herself and laughed.
"This is so much fun!" she laughed, "Why didn't you take me back in time before?" We laughed, and embraced again.
"So there you are," a high-pitched familiar (to me) voice rose above the sounds of our joy. I grimaced and turned to the place where the sound was coming from.
"You!" I gasped as the figure stepped forward out of the shadows. It was, of course, The Duke and the one who he never left the house without, Warner.
"Kill him," the evil spirited man commanded with a smile. Warner gave that half-smile he makes when he's mad and slowly pulled a gun out of his jacket pocket.
"No!" Rachael gasped suddenly. We backed up as far as we could, but it was an alley. So, of course, we could only go so far. I closed my eyes and got ready to die. It took me a minute before I realized nothing had happened. I slowly opened one eye and silently rejoiced that the sight I saw.
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"So how did you find me?" I inquired of Satine and Toulouse. We were all sitting around in Toulouse's apartment drinking hot tea. I inhaled she sweet herbs and sighed. Rachel sat next to me slowly stirring hers and looking into the swirls of the liquid.
"It took us awhile, but we finally found you!" Toulouse explained.
"Right. I knew you needed time alone, but after ten minutes I went out to look for you and got afraid when you weren't there. So I called to Toulouse and we went searching for you."
"We figured you couldn't get that far, so we were overjoyed when we saw you in the alley."
"But not so happy when we saw the predicament you guys were in," Satine laughed. "But luckily I was wearing my extra high heels, so I threw one at The Duke and one at Warner." But the time to laugh was not so long. At that moment, Christian entered the room.
"Excuse me, Toulouse, but I was thinking we could rehearse your lines- --" he started before noticing me and Rachel. He then abruptly stopped speaking. Everybody did. The air was still for a minute.
"Maybe we should be going," I said grabbing Rachel's hand and standing up.
"No, sit…" Christian said quietly. But it was loud enough and so commanding that we automatically sat back down. Christian walked over to the group of friends. He had that look that teachers or parents, or any authority for that matter, get when you do something wrong. He slowly sat down on the couch next to me. He looked at me…..and burst out crying. He fell into my arms.
"I'm so sorry…" he sobbed. I hugged him and soon everyone gathered around him hugging him and telling him how it was okay. Soon we were friends again.
"And who is this, then?" he inquired after calming down noticing the new face in the room. I smiled.
"This is Rachel," I said, "My friend." She blushed.
"I see we have similar….interests." he laughed as he ran his fingers slightly through her fiery red hair. We all laughed. We were friends again.
And it was great.
A/N: I know, short chapter. But I needed to get it out. Oh, and remember when I said that Rachel had blonde hair? Well scratch that. It's red. I'm going to go and change it now. Sorry, but that makes it make more sense. (Plus I forgot I put that it was red in the first chapter) Anyhow, thanks for reading! And stay tuned for another fic my two friends and I are playing out in RP and converting into writing. Squee!
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"Ra-ra-rachael?" I stuttered, not believing my own eyes. Could it be…..the object of my affection? Here? In Montmartre in 1899? I nearly passed out, but instead I stumbled forward and outstretched my arms to embrace her. Tears were welling in my already dried out eyes. She stumbled forward, also, and fell into my arms. We continued to hug for a long while, and then we finally pulled apart.
"Look at you!" she giggled running the brown suit I wore through her fingers.
"Yes, and look at you!" I said as I showed her that she, too, has new clothes. Her usual lab coat over a sweater and jeans were replaced with a lovely 19th century ensemble for suck a lovely figure: a red coat with black lace trimmings and a skirt to match. She gasped at the sight of herself and laughed.
"This is so much fun!" she laughed, "Why didn't you take me back in time before?" We laughed, and embraced again.
"So there you are," a high-pitched familiar (to me) voice rose above the sounds of our joy. I grimaced and turned to the place where the sound was coming from.
"You!" I gasped as the figure stepped forward out of the shadows. It was, of course, The Duke and the one who he never left the house without, Warner.
"Kill him," the evil spirited man commanded with a smile. Warner gave that half-smile he makes when he's mad and slowly pulled a gun out of his jacket pocket.
"No!" Rachael gasped suddenly. We backed up as far as we could, but it was an alley. So, of course, we could only go so far. I closed my eyes and got ready to die. It took me a minute before I realized nothing had happened. I slowly opened one eye and silently rejoiced that the sight I saw.
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"So how did you find me?" I inquired of Satine and Toulouse. We were all sitting around in Toulouse's apartment drinking hot tea. I inhaled she sweet herbs and sighed. Rachel sat next to me slowly stirring hers and looking into the swirls of the liquid.
"It took us awhile, but we finally found you!" Toulouse explained.
"Right. I knew you needed time alone, but after ten minutes I went out to look for you and got afraid when you weren't there. So I called to Toulouse and we went searching for you."
"We figured you couldn't get that far, so we were overjoyed when we saw you in the alley."
"But not so happy when we saw the predicament you guys were in," Satine laughed. "But luckily I was wearing my extra high heels, so I threw one at The Duke and one at Warner." But the time to laugh was not so long. At that moment, Christian entered the room.
"Excuse me, Toulouse, but I was thinking we could rehearse your lines- --" he started before noticing me and Rachel. He then abruptly stopped speaking. Everybody did. The air was still for a minute.
"Maybe we should be going," I said grabbing Rachel's hand and standing up.
"No, sit…" Christian said quietly. But it was loud enough and so commanding that we automatically sat back down. Christian walked over to the group of friends. He had that look that teachers or parents, or any authority for that matter, get when you do something wrong. He slowly sat down on the couch next to me. He looked at me…..and burst out crying. He fell into my arms.
"I'm so sorry…" he sobbed. I hugged him and soon everyone gathered around him hugging him and telling him how it was okay. Soon we were friends again.
"And who is this, then?" he inquired after calming down noticing the new face in the room. I smiled.
"This is Rachel," I said, "My friend." She blushed.
"I see we have similar….interests." he laughed as he ran his fingers slightly through her fiery red hair. We all laughed. We were friends again.
And it was great.
A/N: I know, short chapter. But I needed to get it out. Oh, and remember when I said that Rachel had blonde hair? Well scratch that. It's red. I'm going to go and change it now. Sorry, but that makes it make more sense. (Plus I forgot I put that it was red in the first chapter) Anyhow, thanks for reading! And stay tuned for another fic my two friends and I are playing out in RP and converting into writing. Squee!