A/N: Well all, it's been great! Thanks for the reviews, emails, ims! You're the best! I loved signing on and seeing an email explaining how I had just made their utterly horrible day glorious again.

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For weeks they felt lost, Christian and Satine. Their entire reason for being together had left them.

'There's nothing holding us together.' Satine thought as she sipped on her coffee.

She was sitting outside her favorite New York café. It was grand yet simple, the perfect place for her.

She thought of the idea of being without Christian and choked. What an awful picture that would be, her without Christian.

She took a long sip of coffee, trying to wet her suddenly dry throat. Satine couldn't live without him. She still loved him, loved him deeply, with all her heart… even if he didn't love her.

She saw broad shoulders walking down towards two whores on the streets. She knew those shoulders. What was Christian doing? She picked up her coffee, ignoring the waitresses protests of her taking the glass cup with her.

She followed her husband at a distance, afraid of him if he caught her stalking him. By the time she got close enough to hear, the two whores and Christian were deep in conversation.

"Can you dance?" Christian was asking. "And sing?"

"Aye, both of us can." Said one, her eye makeup done so heavily it was impossible to tell her age.

"I want you to come to this address at 3:00, wear no makeup and dress elegantly." He handed her a card.

The whores probably thought it was business; they flirted with him, taking the card and holding his hand ever so slightly. But Satine knew what he was doing; the card had the address of the studio where 'Love At The Moulin Rouge' was. Christian was giving them a job. Satine felt tears in her eyes.

He didn't want them to be like she ended up.

After many attempts of getting Christian to do something, the whores gave up.

"By the way, there's a skinny little red head watching you." The oldest one pointed Satine's way. And with one more flirtatious smile they both left.

Satine came out of the shadows and looked Christian in the eye.

"That was sweet Christian." She said, nothing moved except her lips. She was stunned.

"They reminded me of you." He looked away. "They probably had to do this to support themselves. Now they can support themselves in a different way."

Satine nodded. "They only have two days." She said, referring to the date of the play.

"They'll learn quickly. It's better than being out on the streets." Christian ran his hand through his dark hair. "I better go, I was supposed to be at the studio 30 minutes ago." And he brushed past her, not coldly, quickly. Almost as if he would stay there for two more seconds, he'd do something he'd regret.

*****

            Between Satine's rehearsals for her play and Christian's 'Love at the Moulin Rouge', the two rarely saw each other. In a way they were avoiding each other, Satine loved Christian so much she wanted to collapse into his arms anytime she saw him, little did she know Christian was having the same problem.

            But somehow, sitting in the plush blue seats of the elaborate theater made her want him sitting right besides her, holding her hand. But he wasn't. Instead he was back stage, running through the music one more time with the lead star, or fixing the makeup on one of the extras because all other makeup artists were tied up.

            She fingered her program carefully without folding it. 'Love At The Moulin Rouge' was written on it in beautiful red script. Underneath it, it said 'The love story of doomed lovers, Christopher and Satina.'

            Satine got out her pen with the blue ink. Slowly as if she was unsure if wanted to do it, she crossed out Christopher and Satina and put Christian and Satine in it's place. The ink bleed through, but Satine thought it looked prettier like that… truer.

            Music played, signaling the start of the play.

            Teary-eyed Satine looked up. She would have to face this eventually, why not on opening night?

            She sat with a blasé face throughout the show. It was awful. She remembered all the words, all the kisses and all the nights that were portrayed in the play. It was heart wrenching to see someone else singing their song. She felt sick.

            And then came the end, the worst part.

            Christopher begging Satina to tell him she doesn't love her and Satina begging him to come back to her.

            Satine tried to keep a straight face as the words 'I've paid my whore' rang out through the building. But she couldn't. Tears were streaming down her face.

            When the words 'The show must go on' poured from the maharaja's voice, Satine was sobbing. Every memory came charging back.

"Never knew… I could feel like this. It's like I've never seen the sky, before. Want to vanish, inside your kiss! Everyday I'm loving you more and more! Listen to my heart! Can you hear it sing? Come back to me! And forgive EVERYTHING!" The girl's voice was good, but high and so unlike Satine's own. It was foreign.     

"Come what may!" Christopher started to sing.

She was literally sick.

"Come what may!"

Satine's stomach churned. Every word was a painfull stab.

"COME WHAT MAY!"

She couldn't take it anymore. Sobbing, she stood up and inched out of the isle and ran down the theater, towards the stage.

She was going to see Christian.

She threw open the doors, her arms weak with anticipation. What would Christian do?

At this point she didn't care. She had to kiss him, had to hold him. One last time…

She weaved through the crowd of people backstage waiting to go onstage. She had to get to him. She asked everyone 'Where's the writer?' They all pointed in one direction.

Satine ran, she could see his slumped shoulders, his bloodshot eyes.

            "CHRISTIAN!" She was scared for him.

            He looked up. Every part of his body was shaking. He rushed towards her…

            And kissed her.

            Satine was shocked.

            She was in his arms again, breathing in his scent, kissing his lips.

            How wonderful it was!

            Satine broke down crying. She was home. She was in love. She was Christian's again.

            "I love you Satine. I never stopped loving you and I never will."

            Satine smiled and repeated the words.

            They embraced and kissed again, sobbing, being in love.

            And so… while the audience saw the show of two lovers, doomed and pulled apart, the stage crew saw the show of two lovers, in love and starting anew.