Disclaimer: Ok, this fic takes place a little after Harold tells Satine that she is dying. She must go to Christian and tell him she doesn't love him. But instead... Yeah, read on. Lol! I've made this as original as possible despite the fact that It's getting very hard to come up with things that won't relate to other fics already written. But this fic was a pure thought from a few months ago. Oh yeah! And don't sue me. I don't own anything. I just write about it. And Christian James. 'James' is the last name of Christian because I've been reading my fics and 'James' seems to pop up a lot and I still don't know why. I like it though! So I don't own that either! Just incase someone wants to try tangling me up in a lawsuit. o.O Oh! And I'm going to say this like my friend Dee does: "I provide you with a story, you provide me with a review! Got it?!" Ok, so I'm not that mean, I do like reviews though. I think. This is my first fic! Note: Thanks to a certain "E". I don't know if she knows how much she's inspired me to actually post this, despite the fact that she hasn't read it up to this point! Thankyou "E"!

Now, are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin... This story started many years ago in the outskirts of Paris, a place called 'Montemartre'.

A Love Suprême

Chapter - 1

Love is A Tango, Life keeps it going

"The show... must... go... on!" Sang Harold, as Satine walked out of the Moulin Rouge with nothing but pain in her eyes. Pain for Christian. Pain for their love. Pain for the thought of dying without Christian. Before she knew it, she was in Christians' garret with the same look of fear and pain in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" Christian gulped slightly, noticing something was wrong. Satine tried to find the words quickly.

"I'm staying with the Duke," She regretfully spoke. The pain in her throat was coming back again. She had to continue. "After I left you, the Duke came to see me and he offered me everything, everything I've ever dreamed of," Satine now mananged to make a fake smile spread upon her face. "He has one condition..., I must never see you again."

Christian felt his heart being stabbed. She couldn't be meaning this. "What are you talking about?"

"You knew who I was..." Satine replied, not knowing what else to say, and turned away from him. The pain in her chest was getting worse and tears were filling her eyes. She wanted more than anything to turn around and kiss Christian, never to hurt him.

"What are you saying? What about last night? What we said..." A thousand more unworded questions arose in his mind, terrified of the answers. It couldn't be true.

"I don't expect you to understand. The difference between you and I is that you can leave anytime you choose. But this is my home. The Moulin Rouge is my home."

"No, no! This can't be real! There's something the matter, tell me what it is!" He saw Satine hiding her tears. "Tell me what's wrong! Tell me the truth!"

Knowing what she should say, she couldn't help but feel the tears fall down her cheeks. The pain in her chest was violent now. "The Tru-" She shouldn't have spoke. Coughing and gasping took over her body. She covered her mouth with nothing to cough into, trying to hide it while feeling the blood go onto her fingers as she went limp into Christian's arms.

"Satine!" 'Something wasn't right,' thought Christian.'This happened before.' He put her on his bed carefully, tears in his eyes. 'Something's wrong with her'. He thought further, before noticing the blood on her fingers. He wiped them, the tears running freely now, knowing that blood had come from her lips. 'Something's happening to my Satine' He held her hand until she regained conciousness.

Christian smiled as Satine's eyes fluttered open. "Hey beautiful..."

"Christian, I-I'm sorry."

"Satine is something wrong?"

"What do you mean?" 'No, he hadn't noticed anything. I'm not dying', she thought.

Christian moved in closer to Satine who was now sitting up with a scared and confused look in her eyes. "Darling, what's wrong?" Satine looked at Christian blankly, not knowing what to say to him. Nothing would make it better. She didn't want to cause anymore pain than she already had for him. But now Toulouse had appeared in the room, looking at Satine with a knowing look on his face.

"Chwistian, may I speak to Satine a moment?" He was obviously nervous, gripping his hat tightly to his chest. Christian looked at Toulouse oddly.

"Why y-yes, ofcourse. I'll be in the kitchen. J-just making some tea." With that, he left Satine's side, placing her hand gently back onto the bed.

"Satine, I know." Said Toulouse, in all seriousness.

"Know what, Toulouse?"

"About what you'we doing, and why you'we doing it. Pwease don't. I know I shouwdn't be saying this, but messing wif wove, you just don't do it. It's poweful, and is not to be taken wightwy." He meant what he said. Looking into her eyes like a true friend would, when concerned.

"I-I see, Toulouse." She cleared her throat, not knowing what to think of this. "What do you suppose I do? The Duke will kill him!" She realised she was being a bit loud, glancing to see if Christian heard, then fixed her eyes back on Toulouse. "I do love him, Toulouse. I love him more than anything, but I don't want to endanger him. I couldn't. It would be too selfish."

"I know you wove him. That's why I'm tewwing you this. I know that you'we meant for eachother. And that is why I'm saying not to mess wif wove. It will end bad for bof of you. Teww him the truth. I shouwdn't be wanting you to do this, but I fink you should weave the show. If you'we willing to risk evewyfing for your wove."

"I am! I'm willing to risk everything for love. But the Duke will come after us! And," Satine looked out Christian's window at the Moulin Rouge sadly. "And I'd destroy Harold's show. I'd destroy his everything. He was losing money on it anyway. But he turned it into a theater for me. So he could help my dreams come true."

"I fink. I fink that if he cawes that much, he'd just want you to be happy."

Satine paused for a long moment. "Alright. I guess you're right. It's...It's just going to be so hard."

"I know it wiw be. I've done my pawt. I'm weaving you in the name of wove!" Toulouse smiled and winked at Satine, and accidently shutting the door with a *Bang!*.

Christian popped his head out of the small kitchen area he did have. "Did he leave? Already? I made tea for him too. Even if he'd prefer absinthe..." He walked over to Satine.

"Christian, I need to tell you something-"

"Satine, if it's about what you said before. I respect your opinion be- because I love you. Bu-but thi-"

"Christian, stop. I know what you're thinking. And it all wasn't true."

"Oh thank god!" Tears seemed to trickle down his cheeks almost immediately, smiling and kneeling beside her, kissing her. In obvious happiness, yet confusion.

"But it isn't all good news." Satine sighed, tears in her eyes again. "I guess now is as good of a time as any to tell you." She looked into his awaiting eyes, wanting to delay what she was about to tell him. But she had to say it. "I'm. dying, Christian." The look on his face instantly dropped to shock. Or sadness. It just wasn't registering.

"Y-you're what?" His voice trembled in a whisper. His eyes losing most of what they've always contained. "H-how long has th-this been going on? What's wr-wrong with you?" His hand shook as he put it to her face.

Satine felt the hurt she had put in him. "Oh, Christian, I had to tell you. I found out last night when I went to get my things. Harold tried to make me tell you that I wasn't in love with you so you wouldn't come to see me anymore. So you wouldn't fight. Because the Duke would kill you. That's why we have to get away from here. I tried to help Harold and stay in the show by lying to you, but I just couldn't do it. Toulouse made me realise that only our love matters. And this is for us. And I...I have consumption."

Christian tried to shake it off and get a grip. His Satine was... dying? "Alright. But there's got to be a way for you to get better. There just has to!" He paced the room madly. "London. I'll take you to the best doctor in London." He now sat beside her on the bed.

"And what doctor would that be, my love?" She caressed his face with her fingers.

"Dr. William Andrew James. He can work miracles. That's not an underestimate." He slightly grinned, tears still glistening in his blue- green eyes.

"James. Christian? Any relation?" She looked at him quizzically.

"Yes, ofcourse! He's my brother. Two years older than I am. My father actually likes him."

"Oh, Christian. You've told me so little about your family."

Christian laughed slightly. "Oh, so you want to know more about my family? Let's get your bags packed and then I'll tell you..." He paused, picking up a necklace off the desk of his typewriter. "And... I, I wanted to give you this." It was a golden heart pendant, looking just as brilliant as any expensive jewel Satine had ever seen.

Satine took the necklace into her fingers, smiling and studying it. "It's... beautiful."

Christian laughed. "Just like you... You see, it has the word 'L'amour' on it, and truth, beauty, freedom and love all engraved on the back. Toulouse, ofcourse had the connections for me to get it made for you." Satine ran her fingers over it as gently as possible, in awe far more than she was with any diamond she'd ever owned, as Christian fastened it around her neck.

-+--~*~--+--~*~--+--~*~--+-

A few hours later, Satine was looking up at the Moulin Rouge for one last time under her tilted hat. A single tear appeared on her cheek in how she would miss the glamourous nights at her light-filled home under the beautiful starry skies of Montmartre. How she used to love watching the sky, and seeing the distant but brilliant Eiffel Tower from atop the Elephant, wanting to marvel at them with someone, but there was no one. No one but rich men wanting only sex. Satine knew they would never care to spend a night gazing at the sky, daydreaming about the love she would never have. But now..., now she had love. Something that was impossible for a courtesan. She just wouldn't be spending that night in Paris, gazing at the sky with that love. 'Maybe dreams change', she thought.

"Satine, Dear, we'd better be off now if we want to catch the train tonight." Christian told Satine, nudging at the arm he was holding. Satine popped out of her trance.

"Oh! Right." She noticed the sunset becoming red and vibrant. So beautiful.

"Is everything ok? Are you feeling sick? I'll carry you! Come here." Satine looked in the opposite direction at the brilliant pinks and purples taking over in the east. She accidently blocked out what Christian had said.

"Isn't it beautiful?" She blurted, a satisfactory look swept across her face as Christian lifted her off her feet.

"What? Satine, you must need some rest. I advise that you lie down as soon as we get on the train..." Christian sighed thinking her illness has caused her to hallucinate.

"No, I mean, the sky. It's so beautiful."

Christian smiled, still walking while holding Satine in his arms. "Of course it is," He glanced back happily "Breathtaking. I enjoy a nice sunset as well, but I don't need it now that I have you. I didn't know you were so... so...-"

"Implicated?"

"Yeah. Yes! That's the word. You never cease to amaze me." He looked deeper into her eyes smiling and singing "Everyday I love you more, and more..."

They soon made their way to the train getting an exquisite first class box in which Toulouse got them as a gift.

"Here my lovely," Christian set Satine down on a long, red velvet seat fit for royalty. He then sat down opposite her glaring at her as if she were a precious jewel-and she was. She was, the 'Sparkling Diamond'. "Now will my beauty get some rest? You look exhausted."

"I will. Just give me time, Christian. I'm going somewhere, with the one I love. 2 things completely unimagineable for me." Christian smiled at her with a satisfied lustfilled look on his face.

"Would you mind if I went to get us coffee? They were serving it, but I think they missed us."

"Oh, not at all. That would be lovely, Christian." Satine smiled at him.

"Alright then, I'll be back in a moment." He gave Satine the excited smile he always did which made her heart melt. He planted a kiss on her cheek and exited the door shutting it quietly. Satine was now in awe of the view from the moving train. It was still moving through Paris as she had always adored the Parisian skyline. But what about her and Christian? She felt so guilty for having him continue to give her his everything if she was dying. She thought to herself; 'What if I do die? The chances of being cured are so slim. Almost one in a million. Christian's one in a million...

"Miss," Said a low, discomforting voice from behind her.

"Yes?" Satine looked behind her, a look of confusion on her face. A man was wearing a hat tilted low, as if he didn't want his face to be seen.

"Could you please let me in a moment?" Satine tried to look harder to see the mans' face while getting a bit suspicious of the figure.

"Well, uh. My... uh... friend will be back in just a moment. Maybe you should come back a bit later." She didn't know what to say. She thought of it as a bit odd having a stranger walk into her and Christian's area.

"Come with me, MISS!" He looked up grabbing her arm and pulling her out of the small room Satine hadn't had time to think, yet she knew that this man was no stranger.

"Oh! Please let me go, Duke! Please! Just let me go!" She cried. He gripped her wrist tighter, she didn't even notice how far she was down the hall from where her and Christian's box arrangement was. He shoved her into a small and dark room in the back of the traincar.

"You've betrayed me!" He slammed her into the corner, pushing her up against it tightly.

"No, no!" She cried, turning her head while trying to resist him.

"So where were you going with that writer?! I KNEW you had something going on with him. You belong to ME!"

"Please, stop!"

"You're coming with me!"

-+--~*~--+--~*~--+--~*~--+-

Christian pushed open the door carefully, holding a tray of coffees and a newspaper.

"Satine?" he set the tray down and glanced at his coat now on the floor. Also something shiny near it. He knelt down to it, picking up a gold pendant of a heart. Her necklace... "Satine..." He ran to the hallway of the traincar.

-+--~*~--+--~*~--+--~*~--+-

"Oh, my Dear. I know that damned writer of yours is going to be looking for you. So I'm going to make this short, and sweet for him." Satine whimpered as the Duke pulled out a gun.

"Please! Don't kill Christian!"

"QUIET!" The Duke screamed as he slapped her. "I mean, 'Oh pity, I guess I'm going to have to kill him now." Satine was hysterical now. Crying like she's never cried before, praying for Christian, all whilst trying to fight the Duke off as he tied her wrists to a bar on the wall. With that, the Duke pulled a gun out of his coat and left the room. Satine wrestled to be freed to save Christian, if it was possible. She didn't care if she got killed. She needed to save her one and only love. Christian didn't deserve this. Her wrists were now noticeably bleeding from rubbing and pulling Satine did in attempts to free herself. Yet she continued, her mind only on Christian.

Suddenly a man appeared in the doorway. "Oh my goodness! What happened? Let me get you out of those!" He was quite average-looking. Appearingly working on the train somewhere. Satines cries were the only thing she could respond with as he freed her.

"He's going to kill him!" Satine got out as she started down the hall. She started running, knowing it was the direction the Duke had left in.

"Kill who? What?" Was the sound in the distance now of the average-looking man. Satine hardly noticed as she heard gunshots. She kept running. There were so many doors. How far could Christian be? She started coughing and uncontrollably slowing down as she felt the floor to her cheek, and only darkness in sight. Then, nothing.

-+--~*~--+--~*~--+--~*~--+-

There he was, busting threw the train car doors pointing a gun at the agonized Christian.

"Now you listen here you penniless writer! Satine is mine!" He screamed pointing the gun to Christian's head.

"Don't hurt her! I know you've taken her, but don't hurt her!"

"QUIET!"

"No! I will not be quiet until you promise me that you won't harm her! Don't you even dare lay a finger on her!"

"She's MINE! So you don't have a say on what I do or don't do to her, you stupid boy!"

In an instant, Christian wailed his fist across the Duke's ratty face. "Tell me where she is!" He demanded, as the Duke tried to pull himself up from the floor.

"I said she is mine." The Duke said angrilly, pulling the trigger furiously.

Christian jumped to the side trying to avoid the shot. A worker of the train appeared suddenly, hitting the gun from the Duke's hand. Warner appeared behind the worker and pulled him aside, knocking him out.

The Duke had no time for the gun, he threw himself at Christian as hard as he could knocking him to the floor. hitting his head across the cold, hard steal of the train walls.

He soon opened his eyes to see the Duke fleeing the scene on the spot. Getting up, with blurred vision, he ran after him, knowing it would lead him to Satine if he kept following. As was expected he found his Satine. The Duke confused of her positioning on the floor. There she was in her own tiny splotches of blood. Christian cried out at the sight: "Satine!" Touching her pale soft face, he felt the hard smack across his head as the Duke him to the floor.

By now it was almost time to get off the train. For the London railroad was no more than a few minutes away. The Duke wiped the blood from her lips and carried her off the train ignoring the passing faces that were attuned to him.

A/N: Ok, I need to say something real quick. Lol. Christian thinks that Satine was killed by the Duke. Poor Christian. We love Ewan! ~-- I absolutely had to say that. Anyways, no songs were used. Oh! And Review please!..