A Love Suprême

Disclaimer: I don't own the Moulin Rouge, or Ewan, or Nicole, or Baz, or.. John either. What a pity!

Notes: Once again, this is written for the reviewers. You guys rock so much! And this is posted because of the wonderful writer/reader Elizabeth (A.K.A. The certain "E" I've been mentioning throughout this story. She's awesome!) I would also like to thank Ashley, for watching the Moulin Rouge again with me and crying with me at the thought of Christian being sad for a really long time. Lol.

Also, a big sorry to all the readers for the lack of frequent updating. I've been very not near a computer.

Songs used: "Love is the Only Light" by Geri Halliwell and "Let Love Lead the Way" by. yes, the Spice Girls, and yes, I made sure it fits the situation exactly! Lol. And now. On with it!

Chapter 5- Love Leads the Way

"Chris." William spoke through Christian's tears and slouching position.

"How is she?" He immediately popped up, without notice.

"She does have consumption, Chris, I'm not going to lie to you."

The lump in his throat grew larger. "Is-Is she going to be alright?" Christian was so tense with his words. This was so unbearable to him. He dreaded what he wanted desperately to know. "Please," He gulped. "Please say she'll be alright."

William hated this part of his job more than anything. With any patient and their loved ones, if they had loved ones. But this was his own flesh and blood. "She's got it pretty bad." He even felt he sounded stupid as he tried to find the words. "She's been going downhill dramatically in the past few weeks. It's not easy to tell how long she's got. But-".

"Then, then that's it?! She's just flat out dying, and you can't do a thing about it?! What about all those times when I was young, you would tell about the miracles you worked?! Miraculously curing the doomed! Or were those all just lies you told?!" He didn't meant to say what he did, but things were so unclear now.

"Christian, I could have cured her completely!" He shouldn't of said that. It was too hard to say that, but he had. There was no turning back on something that only hurt his brother all the more. "But that, that would have been months ago. Now, it's consuming her, Chris. I hate to say it. Deep down you know I hate to say that."

Christian's eyes were blank. He felt his face draining. Without further hesitation, he broke past his brother, to see his lovely Satine, tired at that, smiling at him. It was amazing what her smile did to him. It soothed him and healed him. How could he ever live without her?

"Hello Christian. I believe you were expecting me!" She joked, looking at him admiringly, as he quickly embraced her.

"Oh, Darling, how are you feeling?"

"I'm fine. The real question is; are you fine? Your facial expression was quite distant."

"Yes, of course! Now that I'm back with you. What do you say we get out of here?"

"To where, Chris?"

"Why not Montemartre?"

"Sounds lovely! Hopefully the Duke wouldn't go that far out of his way to look for me. Maybe Harold will even let me sing again!"

Christian's heart sank once more. He feared making her unhappy so much. He feared her being unhappy. In his mind, Satine deserved everything she's ever wanted. "I don't know about that, Darling."

"Oh, well, maybe I'll need some training. I haven't sung in such a long while. How silly of me!"

"I don't know about that, either." He paused. "You're going to need. Rest. Lots of it."

"Oh. I should have known I couldn't be cured. I'm sorry if I go on you, Chris, I really am." She wanted to sound as flat out as possible. It wasn't the first time she found out she was dying.

"Don't say that! Please, please don't say or think like that. The rest. the rest is to try to get you better, all right? We're going to get you to live. We're going to live forever! How does that sound, Darling?"

"It sounds lovely. Like you." She kissed him, and stood up cautiously, smoothing her dress.

William smiled. "See, Christian. I told you you'd find love, despite fathers' antics. You got yourself a lovely lady, and your love is going to take care of her. I know it. Now, run along children. I've got work to do and patients to see. Do keep in touch good brother."

"Of course, William. Goodbye for now."

And with that, they left. Satine and Christian, hand in hand. "So," Satine spoke, wide-ede and clearing her throat. "Where are we off to now?"

"Well, we can gather things up from my flat, and we'll leave for Montemarte as early as possible."

"Alright, but Christian, won't that be a bit dangerous? It's well into the day, almost noon! Everyone's bound to be out and about."

"Yes, but we can use that as our key to hide, to blend in. I'm here," He kissed her on the cheek, lovingly. "And I'll protect you. No one's laying a finger on you if I can help it."

She smiled. "I love you."

Christian kissed her head softly. "We'll catch a carriage back home."

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"Satine, wake up, darling, we're here." He kissed her as she slowly lifted her head off of Christian's shoulder. It mustn't of been easy falling asleep on a bumpy carriage, but she had. It was so easy to fall asleep nowadays. Unlike her younger years, she never slept, never wanted to either. She wasn't afraid to now, she hadn't had the nightmares like the ones this past sleepless year has brought her; nightmares about Christian's whereabouts. But now, she knew she was in his arms. That he was all right. That didn't mean that she didn't have nightmares anymore though. She saw repeatedly herself, reliving her own death, in a million different places, at a million different times. She just couldn't leave Christian. Not now, not ever. But when was she really leaving this world?

"Christian," Satine looked to him fearfully. "Did your brother happen to. mention anything about how much longer I have?"

He pulled her close, kissing her over again. "Don't talk like that, you're going to live until the end of time!"

Satine sighed at his child-like thinking he sometimes had, it was adorable, of course, but just so unreal. "Christian, things don't work like that, and you know it. You know I'm not going to get better. I'm sorry."

He lifted Satine out of the carriage and carried her into his flat cautiously.

"Now, you lay here while I fetch some things, we'll be off soon." She nodded tiredly after giving him a soft kiss. Christian rushed around, which was almost comforting to Satine as she yet again drifted off into the dreaming world. There was still that thought: 'I really don't want to die now.'

When the lights go down on me

When the truth is hard to see

When hope is fading out of sight

Love is the only light

We find ourselves crying, 'cause we can't make it last

We hope for the future, then reach for the past

When you find yourself alone tonight

Please believe me

Love is the only light

When I find no reasons why

And it's time to say goodbye

When there's nothing left to say or do

It's sad, but true

Satine shook herself awake at the sound of no more muffled footsteps. 'Maybe it's another nightmare. I've got to get these foolish thoughts out of my head!'

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"Ah, packing something I see." It was him. He was standing in the doorway. How long had he even been there? Not that it had mattered. He was there, with a gun. Christian was speechless as Warner grabbed him from behind. "Think you're going somewhere with my prize?"

Christian was instantly boiling at the Duke, trying to wrestle Warner off of him. "SHE'S NOT YOUR PRIZE!"

"Hah, I told you a long way back that she was mine. You didn't believe me, did you?" He laughed his ratty giggle to himself while putting a few bullets in his gun. "Now you will do as I say." He walked out of the room, Warner still holding Christian behind him. He led them to a chair right outside of his flat, still in the lonely building. Warner soon tied Christian up- through his desperate attempts to free himself, stuffing a rag in his mouth, gagging him to keep him quiet.

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Satine got up and walked around the small garret, seeing the mess Christian had made while trying to pack. But where was Christian? A hand now touched her shoulder. So familiar.

"Satine." She gasped at the sound of her name. Warner.

"I've missed you. You really should have come home last night. But I see now, that you were with him. As much as I understand, and want you happy, Satine. It. It just isn't safe. Not with a man like The Duke."

"I-I know. But you have to understand, I love him. Love is so much stronger than anything imaginable! Love lifts us up where we belong, all you need is love!"

Warner laughed. "You know you're beginning to sound like him."

Satine hadn't realized until now. If Warner was here, then that meant. "WHERE IS HE?!"

"Who, Satine?"

"CHISTIAN! Where's Christian?! What's he done to him!? TAKE ME TO HIM!" She shouldn't have asked. She didn't listen to the Warner's next protests as she bolted out of the room. She began coughing as she made it towards the back abandoned room that seemed to carry Christian's scent. Coughs came, blood trickled, and most went black as she slid down the wall, to the floor, slowly.

"My, oh my. Look what a naughty lady we have here." It all just rung in her ears. She normally would have been out like a light, but she wasn't. She found that she was unable to move much, or see anything. It was just so dark.

"You're a pathetic, hopeless little thing, aren't you? It looks so that you are going to die a short-coming death now, so I'll be brief in saying that no matter what you do, it's not going to change your fate. After all, an ex- whore isn't going to live out a fairytale, now is she?" The Duke looked down at her, laughing again, poking fun at the scrawny woman on the floor.

Christian wanted nothing more than to comfort the love of his life, to make everything so much better, and take out the man who caused so much pain. The Penniless Poet's anger sent him flying off the scale of anger, causing his arms to rip out from the rope, furiously. He quickly had removed the rope entirely and sent the chair flying as he dove for the Duke. In no time, the Duke was under Christian, scared out of his mind, gun, nowhere in sight.

"NEVER say a thing like that to her, EVER!"

"I-er-why don't we reach an understanding about all of this?" He swallowed before attempting to make a sympathetic smile form across his lips. But that wouldn't work, no facial expression of his could make him look sympathetic, or in the least bit understanding.

Christian, however, was still looking straight at the man, holding him down, with the worst look of hate in his eyes. "You will not touch her again." His fist swiped across the Duke's face, harsher than Warner could ever pull. His head hit the ground like a quick bullet, with slight blood flow, evident.

Before Christian could whip around to his Satine, he was grabbed from behind. Such enormous, cold hands squeezing his neck and tightening. Christian's desperate chokes for air were doing nothing. It was quite like Satine, he thought, for that second. How his love suffered and choked for air, so helplessly.

In that moment, Satine's vision was blearily returning as she seen Warner, hurting Christian. She weakly yet quickly rose from the floor, grabbing a piece of wood from a broken chair. "I'm sorry I have to do this!" The long wooden piece collided with Warner's head, loosening his grip and causing him to fall to the floor. Who knew a woman could take on such a big man? But this woman, could hardly stand, or see, just hoping Christian would get up.

He had survived it, that grasp. The grasp that could have so easily killed him. Or was he dead? He looked up to see Satine, who was squinting her eyes, and looking around the room. He quickly ran to her, knowing she had done something to loosen Warner's deadly grip.

"Christian," Her vision was coming in more clear as she locked her arms around his neck.

"Shh., It's okay. I've got you."

"I love you so much." She held on tighter.

"Now let's get out of here, we've got at a couple of hours on these two."

"All right," She looked down at the unconscious men on the floor, and patted Warner's head softly before exiting the old room.

Christian turned around grinning at Satine, kissing her softly "I love you," she sadly smiled, still wondering what the future held, and if she'd want to find out. "Now let's go to Montemarte."

What makes this world go 'round? Will the answer let her down? She is so sweet and young And her life has just begun

What does her future hold? That's a story left unknown Will she make it through her days? Let our love lead the way

Why is there joy? Why is there pain? Why is there sunshine and the rain?

You may feel weak, but you are strong Don't you give up If you keep holding on, you'll never be wrong Just close your eyes It lies deep in your heart

One day you're here Next you are gone No matter what we must go on Just keep the faith and Let love lead the way

'I think I'll let love save me.' She thought, exiting the small building with Christian hurriedly.

-+--~*~--+--~*~--+--~*~--+- A/N: Wow, that took me a really long time to write. Anyways, more to come ASAP! There are a few more chapters left in this. I don't know how many.. So I'm just going to say "More to come!" for now.