Disclaimer: I wish I owned these characters, but I don't. ESPECIALLY EWAN McGREGOR! What a hottie!!! Anywho, like I said I own nothing!

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Contact: wickedy_witch@hauntedmansion.com

Author's Notes: This takes place a little bit after Satine sings 'One Day I'll Fly Away'. I'm sorry there's no 'Elephant Love Song' in this story. If this story is the same or a lot alike somebody else's story it was unintentionally done!

Summary: What if Satine left the Moulin Rouge before she and Christian became too attached. Then five years later she returns to the Moulin Rouge. Also Satine isn't sick! What about the Duke? What about Christian? Where did she go? Why don't you read and find out?



Chapter 2: Who Said 'You Can't Go Home Again?'



Roads and buildings flew by the train window as it made its way down the long miles of tracks. Satine stared out the window, transfixed in a daze. From a passerby's view, one would conclude she was daydreaming. For, she had a sort of secretive smile about her lips. Like she knew something extraordinary that no one else, but herself could know. But, if one were to read her thoughts one might be surprised to see a very handsome man.


She sighed a tiny sigh and turned her attention to the man entering her compartment.


"Ladies and Gentlemen, we will be pulling into the Paris Train Station in less than two minutes. So, please gather your belongings and make it hasty," the old balding man removed his hat and wiped the perspiration off his forehead.


'Charming' Satine grimaced. She did as he said and collected her things, then made her way off the train.


Stepping into the bright light, she fixed her hat over her eyes. She looked around at her surroundings. She grinned like a cheshire cat. Home! Collecting her things she made her way towards the Moulin Rouge.


After twenty minutes of walking with her bags, she decided a small break was in order. Finding the closest coffee shop, she quickly made her way inside.


"I'd like a coffee with cream, and two lumps of sugar. Thanks," she went to sit down with her coffee, but nearly spilled half of it down her chest when she heard a shrill shriek.


"Satine! My God, it really is you," China Doll dashed from the door entrance to a bear hug with Satine.


"Whoa, easy there," Satine gasped for air.


"Oh, sorry. How are? I'm so happy to see you sweetheart. I thought you weren't coming till tomorrow?," she smiled.


"I'm good. I just got a little restless and decided 'why wait a day?'. So how are you? The Moulin?" she tried not to come off as pushy.


"Oh everybody's just fine and dandy,"she talked with lively expressions.


'Did she just say 'Dandy'?' Satine stifled a laugh.


"But look at this," she practically shoved her hand into Satine's face, "Pure gold, and genuine diamonds."


"Oh, wow. I didn't know you were getting married. Who's the lucky guy," she prodded.


"Oh, I thought somebody surely would have told you by now. The Duke and I are betrothed." She squealed with delight again.


Satine literally had to force herself from spewing forth her lunch. 'The Duke? Poor girl, but this was expected. I should never have pushed it. She probably only said yes because she's too daft to say 'no'.' She pasted a fake smile on her face and asked, "Have you set a date?"


"Yes, it's going to be a June wedding. In two weeks from now, and please tell me you're going to still be here?" China bit her lower lip.


"Well, I'm not really sure, but when I find out you will be the first to know. Well it was good seeing you, but I've got to get a head start," picking up her bags she headed to the exit.


"Oh. Satine, why don't you let me take you to the Moulin? It will give us girls some time to gossip," she begged.


"Um," she really didn't want to, but it was better than walking five more miles to the club,"alright. If it's no trouble."


"It's no trouble at all. Come this way," she hurried Satine out to the awaiting carriage.


'It's going to be a long day,' she bitterly thought as she climbed in the carriage. The horse whipped and was off on its journey to the MoulinRouge.