Title: Above All Things
Author: Emily M. (MakaluLangfordBing)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: (I realise I forgot to put this in the 1st chapter, so this applies to that one and this one...)
I do not own these characters(*sigh*). They belong to Baz Luhrmann and 20th Century Fox. I only borrowed
them for this fic. I also borrow Christian for some "poetry readings"...Bwahahaha....
Chapter 1: Starting Over
"M'sieur Christian..." the doctor began, as Christian tried to see past him into the room where Satine was
lying. "Satine has suffered a miscarriage." the doctor continued.
"A what?" Christian asked, momentarily sidetracked.
"A miscarriage. The baby she was carrying..." the doctor started, but Christian interrupted him.
"Baby? What baby?" he asked, alarmed.
"Mademoiselle was pregnant. Tonight, unfortunately, the baby died...inside her. I'm still not quite sure
why...stress, perhaps, or maybe she was trying to terminate the pregnancy." said the doctor. Christian
felt as though a ton of bricks had been thrown at him.
"Is...is Satine..." he began, tears once again threatening to fall. He was unable to continue.
"Satine is alive. She's awake now, but very very weak." said the doctor. Relief washed over Christian.
His heart began to beat again. The doctor stepped aside, smiling, as Christian rushed over to Satine's
bedside where she lay, pale as death, but her eyes were open, tears shining on her cheeks. She didn't
look away from the ceiling as Christian ran in.
"Satine, darling" he murmured as he knelt beside her bed, taking her hand in his. But she pulled away,
fresh tears falling onto her white cheeks.
"I killed it..." she muttered harshly, her eyes suddenly narrowing with anger. "I killed our child." she
said, suddenly beginning to sob uncontrollably.
"No, Satine! You didn't do this on purpose!" Christian said, alarmed. "It's okay!"
"NO!! No, it's NOT!! I killed the baby!" she burst out angrily, turning away from Christian. "I haven't
eaten for days. I didn't want to have this baby if you weren't with me. I knew you wouldn't ever love me
again after what I did to you, and this child reminded me of the love I ruined! I'm a horrible person
and I should have died too!" she screamed, beating her fists against her forehead.
"Satine, stop!" shouted Christian, grabbing her wrists. Satine began to sob hysterically. "It doesn't
matter. Shhh, it's okay, it'll all be better now. The Duke has left, and I'm back. I'll be with you no
matter what. I don't hate you for this and you can't hate yourself for doing it. Please, Satine. Please
stop crying." he pleaded, turning her over to face him. In her eyes he saw fear, and...was it guilt? She
turned her face away, biting her lip as fresh tears began to fall "You don't have to feel guilty. We'll
start all over again. Back to the beginning." he said, taking her hands in his.
"Oh, Christian, I love you so much, and I'm so sorry" she wailed. Christian shook his head.
"Stop apologising" he scolded.
"Christian, I feel really sick" she moaned as a wave of nausea surged over her. She tried to sit up,
but the pain in her stomach made it impossible. Christian grabbed a trash can that was by her dresser
and pulled her hair away from her face as she leaned sideways to throw up into the basin. It hurt her
like hell. Every time she heaved, fresh waves of pain hit her abdomen like a hammer. Christian stroked
her head as she finished, retching as nothing came out. She wiped her mouth with a shaky hand and smiled
weakly up at him. "Thanks" she whispered.
"No problem" said Christian, going into the bathroom to empty the trash can. When he returned, Satine
held out her arms to him.
"I want to sleep" she said. "Stay with me" she asked, pleading with her eyes. Christian nodded and lay
down on the bed next to her. She only fell asleep when she felt the warmth of his body on her back and
the feeling of his arms around her, his fingers tracing light random patterns on her stomach.
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Sorry if it's short, I'm notorious for writing reeeeally short chapters. Next part might take a while, as
finals are next week and I need to study hard!
PS E-mails are welcome at die_hard_friends_fanatic@hotmail.com
Author: Emily M. (MakaluLangfordBing)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: (I realise I forgot to put this in the 1st chapter, so this applies to that one and this one...)
I do not own these characters(*sigh*). They belong to Baz Luhrmann and 20th Century Fox. I only borrowed
them for this fic. I also borrow Christian for some "poetry readings"...Bwahahaha....
Chapter 1: Starting Over
"M'sieur Christian..." the doctor began, as Christian tried to see past him into the room where Satine was
lying. "Satine has suffered a miscarriage." the doctor continued.
"A what?" Christian asked, momentarily sidetracked.
"A miscarriage. The baby she was carrying..." the doctor started, but Christian interrupted him.
"Baby? What baby?" he asked, alarmed.
"Mademoiselle was pregnant. Tonight, unfortunately, the baby died...inside her. I'm still not quite sure
why...stress, perhaps, or maybe she was trying to terminate the pregnancy." said the doctor. Christian
felt as though a ton of bricks had been thrown at him.
"Is...is Satine..." he began, tears once again threatening to fall. He was unable to continue.
"Satine is alive. She's awake now, but very very weak." said the doctor. Relief washed over Christian.
His heart began to beat again. The doctor stepped aside, smiling, as Christian rushed over to Satine's
bedside where she lay, pale as death, but her eyes were open, tears shining on her cheeks. She didn't
look away from the ceiling as Christian ran in.
"Satine, darling" he murmured as he knelt beside her bed, taking her hand in his. But she pulled away,
fresh tears falling onto her white cheeks.
"I killed it..." she muttered harshly, her eyes suddenly narrowing with anger. "I killed our child." she
said, suddenly beginning to sob uncontrollably.
"No, Satine! You didn't do this on purpose!" Christian said, alarmed. "It's okay!"
"NO!! No, it's NOT!! I killed the baby!" she burst out angrily, turning away from Christian. "I haven't
eaten for days. I didn't want to have this baby if you weren't with me. I knew you wouldn't ever love me
again after what I did to you, and this child reminded me of the love I ruined! I'm a horrible person
and I should have died too!" she screamed, beating her fists against her forehead.
"Satine, stop!" shouted Christian, grabbing her wrists. Satine began to sob hysterically. "It doesn't
matter. Shhh, it's okay, it'll all be better now. The Duke has left, and I'm back. I'll be with you no
matter what. I don't hate you for this and you can't hate yourself for doing it. Please, Satine. Please
stop crying." he pleaded, turning her over to face him. In her eyes he saw fear, and...was it guilt? She
turned her face away, biting her lip as fresh tears began to fall "You don't have to feel guilty. We'll
start all over again. Back to the beginning." he said, taking her hands in his.
"Oh, Christian, I love you so much, and I'm so sorry" she wailed. Christian shook his head.
"Stop apologising" he scolded.
"Christian, I feel really sick" she moaned as a wave of nausea surged over her. She tried to sit up,
but the pain in her stomach made it impossible. Christian grabbed a trash can that was by her dresser
and pulled her hair away from her face as she leaned sideways to throw up into the basin. It hurt her
like hell. Every time she heaved, fresh waves of pain hit her abdomen like a hammer. Christian stroked
her head as she finished, retching as nothing came out. She wiped her mouth with a shaky hand and smiled
weakly up at him. "Thanks" she whispered.
"No problem" said Christian, going into the bathroom to empty the trash can. When he returned, Satine
held out her arms to him.
"I want to sleep" she said. "Stay with me" she asked, pleading with her eyes. Christian nodded and lay
down on the bed next to her. She only fell asleep when she felt the warmth of his body on her back and
the feeling of his arms around her, his fingers tracing light random patterns on her stomach.
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Sorry if it's short, I'm notorious for writing reeeeally short chapters. Next part might take a while, as
finals are next week and I need to study hard!
PS E-mails are welcome at die_hard_friends_fanatic@hotmail.com
