Title: Above All Things
Summary: Satine doesn't die at the end of the movie (I know you're all rolling your eyes, but wouldn't it be
great if she hadn't???) This is the story of her life after that opening performance of Spectacular
Spectacular.
Rating: PG-13
IMPORTANT!!! I have made the following changes to the actual movie:
-In the Diamonds are a Girls Best Friend sequence, Satine doesn't faint and fall off the trapeze.
-In the scene where Satine faints in the elephant after wooing the Duke, it's NOT because of consumption,
but because of stress. (I couldn't think of any other reason...)
-When Satine collapses before she is supposed to meet the Duke in the Gothic Tower and the doctor says she
has consumption, this is what he REALLY said (at least in my mind...):
"Monsieur Zidler, Mam'selle Satine is pregnant." said the doctor. Harold glanced at Marie.
"She mustn't know, Marie. The show must go on." (I know it seems clichéd, but bear with me, it gets good)
-When she and Christian are running away, Zidler, instead of telling her she's dying (because she ISN'T!!!)
tells her:
"You're pregnant, Satine. If the Duke finds out, he's going to kill Christian. Go to the boy. Tell him
it's over. Hurt him. Hurt him to save him." (We're going to say that there were no means of terminating
a pregnancy in those days...I don't know if there were or not...)
And finally, here's my fic...It starts after the curtain closes on the final scene of Spectacular Spectacular.
Christian grabbed Satine's hand and led her offstage. He was overjoyed. He had his Satine back. Suddenly,
he felt resistance on his hand. He turned behind him, smiling at Satine, only to find her gasping for
breath, her face gray, sweat beading on her forehead.
"Satine? Satine, what's wrong?" Christian cried, turning to her as she collapsed in his arms. "Satine?
Somebody get the doctor!" he shouted, and saw Marie run off down the corridor. Satine was gasping, her face
full of pain.
"Christian...it hurts" she moaned, clutching her stomach, wincing. It felt as though a thousand knives were
ripping through her abdomen.
"Satine!" Christian said again, tears in his eyes. "It'll be okay. I promise. I love you so much. You
did great up there, lovely! Wonderful! Like the great Sarah!" Christian said, trying not to cry. He
cradled Satine in his arms and rocked her back and forth. She began to cry too.
"Christian, it hurts..." she cried. She closed her eyes as dizziness enveloped her. "Promise me...you'll
tell our story..." she whispered.
"Don't talk like that. You're going to be fine! Look, here comes the doctor, he'll fix you right up." he
said, but Satine had gone limp in his arms. The doctor rushed over and took her pulse.
"She's unconscious...help me get her to her dressing room" the doctor said. Christian swept Satine into his
arms and rushed down the corridor behind the doctor, Marie behind him. Tears clouded his vision. What if
she died? He could never go on without her. They reached the room and hurried in. Christian set Satine's
limp, pale form onto the bed. The doctor knelt down beside her, taking her pulse again. Suddenly, Christian
saw something that made his blood run cold.
"Doctor! There's blood on her dress!" he cried, his voice sounding harsh and strangled to his ears. The
doctor looked up and noticed a large area of blood spreading rapidly along her white dress around her upper
legs.
"Dear God" the doctor murmured.
"She's dying, isn't she?" Christian sobbed, unable to hold back the tears anymore. Marie pulled Christian
out of the room as the doctor lifted Satine's dress up.
"No, let me stay with her!" Christian yelled, fighting Marie's grip as she tugged him outside. She ran
back into the room and he heard the click of a lock as she closed the door. "Satine!" Christian wailed,
sliding down the wall onto the floor and drawing his knees up to his chest as he cried freely into his hands.
How long he waited outside that room, he didn't know. One hour, one year, it all seemed the same. People
passed by, walking along the hallway, not daring to look him in the eye. Christian didn't care. For all he
knew, Satine was laying on that bed, dead. Finally, after an eternity, the door in front of him swung open
to reveal the doctor, ashen-faced. Christian scrambled to his feet. The doctor cleared his throat.
"M'sieur Christian..." he began.
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AHAHAH!!! I'm so evil...a cliffhanger...did Satine live? Or is she dead? This is only the prologue, expect
another fic soon!!
Reviews are appreciated...even flames! Constructive criticism, I say.
Summary: Satine doesn't die at the end of the movie (I know you're all rolling your eyes, but wouldn't it be
great if she hadn't???) This is the story of her life after that opening performance of Spectacular
Spectacular.
Rating: PG-13
IMPORTANT!!! I have made the following changes to the actual movie:
-In the Diamonds are a Girls Best Friend sequence, Satine doesn't faint and fall off the trapeze.
-In the scene where Satine faints in the elephant after wooing the Duke, it's NOT because of consumption,
but because of stress. (I couldn't think of any other reason...)
-When Satine collapses before she is supposed to meet the Duke in the Gothic Tower and the doctor says she
has consumption, this is what he REALLY said (at least in my mind...):
"Monsieur Zidler, Mam'selle Satine is pregnant." said the doctor. Harold glanced at Marie.
"She mustn't know, Marie. The show must go on." (I know it seems clichéd, but bear with me, it gets good)
-When she and Christian are running away, Zidler, instead of telling her she's dying (because she ISN'T!!!)
tells her:
"You're pregnant, Satine. If the Duke finds out, he's going to kill Christian. Go to the boy. Tell him
it's over. Hurt him. Hurt him to save him." (We're going to say that there were no means of terminating
a pregnancy in those days...I don't know if there were or not...)
And finally, here's my fic...It starts after the curtain closes on the final scene of Spectacular Spectacular.
Christian grabbed Satine's hand and led her offstage. He was overjoyed. He had his Satine back. Suddenly,
he felt resistance on his hand. He turned behind him, smiling at Satine, only to find her gasping for
breath, her face gray, sweat beading on her forehead.
"Satine? Satine, what's wrong?" Christian cried, turning to her as she collapsed in his arms. "Satine?
Somebody get the doctor!" he shouted, and saw Marie run off down the corridor. Satine was gasping, her face
full of pain.
"Christian...it hurts" she moaned, clutching her stomach, wincing. It felt as though a thousand knives were
ripping through her abdomen.
"Satine!" Christian said again, tears in his eyes. "It'll be okay. I promise. I love you so much. You
did great up there, lovely! Wonderful! Like the great Sarah!" Christian said, trying not to cry. He
cradled Satine in his arms and rocked her back and forth. She began to cry too.
"Christian, it hurts..." she cried. She closed her eyes as dizziness enveloped her. "Promise me...you'll
tell our story..." she whispered.
"Don't talk like that. You're going to be fine! Look, here comes the doctor, he'll fix you right up." he
said, but Satine had gone limp in his arms. The doctor rushed over and took her pulse.
"She's unconscious...help me get her to her dressing room" the doctor said. Christian swept Satine into his
arms and rushed down the corridor behind the doctor, Marie behind him. Tears clouded his vision. What if
she died? He could never go on without her. They reached the room and hurried in. Christian set Satine's
limp, pale form onto the bed. The doctor knelt down beside her, taking her pulse again. Suddenly, Christian
saw something that made his blood run cold.
"Doctor! There's blood on her dress!" he cried, his voice sounding harsh and strangled to his ears. The
doctor looked up and noticed a large area of blood spreading rapidly along her white dress around her upper
legs.
"Dear God" the doctor murmured.
"She's dying, isn't she?" Christian sobbed, unable to hold back the tears anymore. Marie pulled Christian
out of the room as the doctor lifted Satine's dress up.
"No, let me stay with her!" Christian yelled, fighting Marie's grip as she tugged him outside. She ran
back into the room and he heard the click of a lock as she closed the door. "Satine!" Christian wailed,
sliding down the wall onto the floor and drawing his knees up to his chest as he cried freely into his hands.
How long he waited outside that room, he didn't know. One hour, one year, it all seemed the same. People
passed by, walking along the hallway, not daring to look him in the eye. Christian didn't care. For all he
knew, Satine was laying on that bed, dead. Finally, after an eternity, the door in front of him swung open
to reveal the doctor, ashen-faced. Christian scrambled to his feet. The doctor cleared his throat.
"M'sieur Christian..." he began.
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AHAHAH!!! I'm so evil...a cliffhanger...did Satine live? Or is she dead? This is only the prologue, expect
another fic soon!!
Reviews are appreciated...even flames! Constructive criticism, I say.
