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A/N: Okay, this is super hard to write to me, so don't think I can just type this up in an instant. I get writers' block more often than I'd like to think, and I'm not really 'that' experienced in writing! So I just write for the heck of it, maybe. Though, it's nice to see so many other Moulin Rouge/Ewan-obsessors roaming around this site. Hehehe. But yeah, this took long again. This is a rather lenghy chapter.. Oops.

Songs used: "Just In Love" well, the first part, Ewan sings. And that's all I'm using. Does anyone else giggle giddily when he sings???

Thank yous again to the extremely supportive Elizabeth and other awesome reviewers that keep me writing this thing! It's pretty much all for you!

A Love Suprême Chapter 6 - On This Night

This time, the train the two lovers boarded wasn't so fancy. Satine had some money of her own left, as did Christian from publishing his "Moulin Rouge style", as Satine called it, book of poetry not long before. This time they didn't want to face what they had the last time they were on a train. They wanted nothing more than to be together. So they took the cheap, and more public end of it, which normally was much more dangerous than something exquisite, or private. Satine spent most of the time admiring her lover, caressing his face, playing with his hair, and kissing his chin and cheeks. Of course Christian didn't mind this. In fact, he loved it. He was tense though, looking over and over again all around to see if anyone would try to take her away from him.

The rest of the ride remained the same way. The lovers were lost in the world of togetherness, which had been neglected 1 year too many.

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"Oh, it's been too long!" Satine blurted in a gasp, staring out the window excitedly. "The scenery, so dramatic. I've never noticed how much so before I left here for the first time."

Christian smiled as his eyes focused only on Satine. "Yes, it is beautiful, isn't it?"

She turned around, smirking. "You haven't even looked out the window yet, have you?"

"No." He replied Satine laughed a bit, before kissing him passionately as puzzled faces passed, exiting the train. "You know, I think we'd better get off, before the train takes us elsewhere!"

Christian nodded as he swept Satine off of her feet and into his arms, like he always did.

They easily made their way back to Christian's old garret. It was still untouched, and dusty, let alone intact. Though the hole in the ceiling had been paved over, no longer with a ladder leading up to it. It was quiet. Christian ran upstairs, followed shortly by Satine, to see if the other Bohemians had still lived there. They expected the worst as they flung the door open to be face to face with a depressed-looking Satie. "Christian., my., you've changed so much. You're no longer just an ambitious boy, are you?" He paused, as he saw Satine's face come into view. "And you, Satine. Don't cry over future thoughts. Simply live life to the fullest. Treasure it. Don't let anything get in your way. Just. Live." He sighed, before looking down at his bottle of absinthe.

Christian and Satine were both alarmed looking at their old friend, who sat so quietly on the floor. Christian cleared his throat. "Satie?"

"Yes?"

"What's. going on?"

"Oh, nothing, good friend. You haven't missed out on much. Toulouse passed such a long time ago it seems. It's funny. I don't even remember what he sounded like." Satie looked to the floor blankly. He was so different.

Though confused, Christian didn't question him anymore. "Oh."

The Argentinean apparently had risen from the floor. He looked surprised to see Christian and Satine. "Christian! My boy! How are you?" He kissed him on the cheek, then made his way to Satine. "And my, oh my, Satine getting more beautiful everyday!" He kissed her cheek as well. "Where have you been all this time?"

"London." They answered simultaneously

"Good! Good. Now that you are back you must go back to the Moulin Rouge! Harold and Marie have missed you both dearly."

Satine tilted her head slightly to see past Christian to the Argentinean more clearly. "Harold too? You mean it?" She pause a moment. "Is the Moulin Rouge still up and running?"

"Ah! Yes of course! Harold talks about you constantly, almost as much as Marie. And the Moulin Rouge is still running. There is no head courtesan, men just come to dance with the dancers and they get their nights' worth, and the days' done. We miss you though, Satine." She smiled awkwardly. "Now, why don't you two pay them a visit?"

Christian still could not process Saties' actions as well as the Argentineans'. Satie was overly saddened while the Argentinean was overly happy. But then he guessed that it was two separate ways of handling death. Had they both gone mad? If Satine died, would he go mad? Indeed. "I su- supose it couldn't hurt."

"Ah," the Argentinean smiled happily. "Send my blessings. Please don't be strangers! Good day to you." He closed the door with a sigh. Turning to Satie, he saw his friend begin to cough wildly into a handkerchief. The blood stains had gotten more noticeable.

"So," Satie looked up to the Argentinean. "Isn't that what Satine's got?"

"Or so they say."

"Do you think they suspected anything?"

"I don't know."

"Would it really matter?"

"I suppose it would if Satine hadn't much longer to live a year ago." He looking down to see Christian and Satine walking slowly toward the Moulin Rouge. "I feel that Christian would rather forget about her illness, as would she, as often as possible."

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Satine and Christian were speechless about seeing their old friends, how much they've changed. How much a year could do. But they well knew of that matter. Looking up at the entrance she remembered so well, she kissed Christian's cheek softly. "You made what used to seem like prison, feel like an old home." He kissed her in return. They entered slowly, memories of those nights of practicing relentlessly in the garden. Where they would sit together, was now replaced with Harold, feeding a bird from his hand.

"Harold?" 'This isn't normal', Satine thought. 'This isn't the Harold I knew.' She opened her mouth again, but nothing came out.

"Oh, Chickpea! It's been so long!" He ran to her and embraced her. "Are you cured?"

"Uh-"

"I think I see Marie over there, Satine, do you want to go say hello?" Christian blurted, covering up her answer to Harold's puzzlement.

"Marie!" Satine rushed to her, Christian tried to contain her, but she was already half way across the garden.

"Oh, Satine! I thought I'd never see you again!"

"Me too, Marie. I've missed you more than anyone else here."

"It's so nice to see you two lovebirds still together."

"I suppose it is!" 'Oh, how obvious, I couldn't have a life without Christian and she knows it.'

"Come in, I'll cook us all a nice supper."

"That would be lovely!"

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That night, more than anything, Harold wanted to ask Satine to go back into the show, but over a year, he realized he had changed, just a little bit. He put people he cared about above his work. He left betrayal and lies in the past. Possibly realizing Toulouses' legacy on not only the people, but the Moulin Rouge itself. Amazing how an artistic, drunken gnome could leave such an impact, even if no one really knew what for.

Satine and Christian laughed at some of the stories Marie told about what's been going on in the Moulin Rouge since they left. And they told Marie and Harold of their troubles with the Duke, knowing they could trust them. (Yes, trust them, even Harold.) But as Christian offered to go help Marie clean up, Satine stopped Harold from leaving. "Harold, I just wanted to say how sorry I am.About that night I left, so long ago."

"There's no need to be sorry. You were right on what you did. Toulouse told me everything soon after."

She sighed and hugged him. "All right. But I just want you to know that I didn't leave to get away from you. And I'm sorry that I didn't tell you that I was leaving to your face after I went to Christian's garret. Everything happened so fast after that."

"It's quite all right, Duckling. Now if you don't mind, I have some work to do. Come by soon!"

"Uh, right! Very, very soon. Goodnight Harold." Satine was still amazed how he had changed. For the better, at that. While Satie, 'Oh Satie, had so much going for him.' He, she guessed, changed for the worse.

A kiss came from behind her, softly. "Well, Marie's off to bed. Shall we go home?"

Satine smiled and kissed Christian back. "Of course we shall."

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Satine sat in Christian's window while he was rearranging the garret to how it was in the past. His designer side was truly adorable. "Are you done yet, Chris?"

He realized what he was doing didn't mean much, so he smiled devilishly. "Indeed I am. Now Miss, would you like to lay with me?" He leaned back on the bed, arms open.

"But of course Monsieur!" She nearly leapt into his arms, out of her anticipation of just being with him. Hearing him breathe was enough to keep her happy. As long as he was with her, she'd be exceedingly happy for the rest of her days.

So they just laid there, staring at eachother, completely and madly in love. Satine stroked his hair and started humming softly. Christian started singing in melody.

I hear singing and there's no one there

I smell blossoms and the trees are bare

All day long I seem to walk on air

I wonder why, I wonder why?

I keep tossing in my sleep at night

And what's more, I've lost my appetite

Stars that used to twinkle in the skies

Are twinkling in my eyes, I wonder why?

Christian looked closer at his lover who was snuggled up against him. She was asleep. It was only his voice that could put her to sleep, and only him by her side that would let her sleep peacefully. Christian remained awake for a few more hours, holding his sleeping beauty, she could tell he was there, judging by the almost smile she contained. He also typed for much of the time at his typewriter.

After a long sleep with dreaming of Satine once more, he wook up and made tea and breakfast. As Satine awoke, she giggled seeing Christian cooking with his trousers, suspenders, and a hat with no shoes or undershirt on, like he used to do, on occasion. She came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. "I see you're making breakfast."

"I decided to put my mothers' lessons to good use. I wanted to make something nice for you."

"That's very sweet of you, but isn't the lady supposed to make the breakfast?"

"No." He laughed. "Who's wearing the pants in this relationship anyway?"

She giggled. "I think I am."

He looked up from the omelets he was making. "Wait, you in trousers? That'd be quite interesting." He paused and turned around. "But you'd still look stunningly beautiful." He kissed her passionately on the lips.

They ate breakfast together, watching the new daybreak over Paris. Neither of them wanted to be anywhere else. Though Christian was quite distracted from the view by his beautiful love, sitting right next to him. He felt overly happy, judging by the huge grin on his lips that he just couldn't get rid of. He realized that going to Montemartre, despite his fathers' protests, was the best move he ever made. All he ever wanted was love, and expecting to come to write about it, turned into the actual thing, which made his writing so much more meaningful. Every word had meaning of course, but now words were so much more. Being the writer that he is, he also realized that not every feeling had words to describe it.

They decided to go for a walk through Montemartre again, it'd been so long since they were able to enjoy themselves without worry or angst of the Duke coming to cause more problems. Infact, they hadn't known life without the Duke doing something in attempts to rip them apart. How they hoped they had been far away from any chance of meeting with the Duke ever again, but they'd never doubt it. He'd do almost anything to make their lives pure hell. And he didn't care.

By the time they had made it through most of Montemartre, and some of Paris, storm clouds began to take over the serene sky. Satine was growing tired and short of breath, yet still kept at walking. She didn't think she could do much of that in the near future anyway. They soon found Harold, whilst making their way back home, who looked quite worried, standing right outside of the Moulin Rouge court.

"I've been waiting for you two for hours now. Word has it that the Duke is coming! You've got to take cover! I haven't a clue of what he wants, but I don't think he's just coming on business. Hide. Lock your doors, close your blinds, and make sure there isn't a way of the Duke getting to you." He looked around to make sure there was no sign of the Duke or any one who may be working for him. "As I recall, he doesn't know exactly where you live, Christian, so you should be safe. Just take precaution. Now go!" He looked so serious. Every moment the lovers spent back in Montemartre seemed to get more and more confusing.

Satine and Christian quickly made their way to the garret after briefly thanking Harold. The rain had begun to pour loudly outside. Christian rushed around the place, doing anything to keep his Satine safe. (Locking doors and windows however possible.). All the while, she sat on the bed and cried. No matter what she did, the Duke would take it away. Until her dying day.

Christian turned at the sound of muffled sobs. "Satine! Darling, what's the matter?"

"He's going to destroy us. He's never going to stop trying to rip us apart until I'm gone! Not that it's going to be long from now, but I just wish we could live in peace without him on our tail."

"Hunny, please. It'll be alright." He took her head in his hands. "You've got to have faith, my love. How ever we get through this, we won't let him break us apart." But alas, Satine cried the night away on Christian's shoulder, who continuously told Satine that it would be okay, while stroking her soft hair, and caressing her creamy and pale skin. Hopefully the Duke wasn't in town at all. Part of Christian hoped that Harold had been lying. But why would he? He well knew that Harold wasn't that great of an actor either, so he'd stay away from the outside until he was certain that they had nothing to worry about.

That's basically how the week went. They remained sealed inside their tiny home, and Christian took care of Satine as best he could when her illness started to get the best of her. The hurt in his eyes deepened everytime Satine let out even the slightest hint of a cough, which she tried to contain, in hopes to save further anguish. 'Please, God, please don't take me away from him.' She would pray silently to herself everyday and every night.

One evening, after Satine's proposal to get outside for some fresh air that would most likely be dangerous, Marie knocked on the door. "It's me, Marie. I wanted to let you all know that the coast is clear for now." Christian opened the door, allowing Marie to step in, before closing the door to be cautious.

"Thank you for telling us, but why are you so sure? Have you seen him?"

"Yes. He came to the club earlier yesterday asking about Satine and yourself. Harold told him that he hadn't seen or heard from you in the past year, and even though he cannot pass off a lie very well, that rodent-faced twit seemed to believe it. He said he's be back, but he's off to the south today to a friends' of his to see if he's seen or heard from you." Christian's face was serious in confusion or anger. He didn't know what the Duke was up to, but he wasn't going to let him get away with it. Not if he could help it. Not ever. But once again, Satine was more important at the moment. Her safety was more important.

Satine slowly walked in, grasping a cup of tea, and wearing a silk bathrobe. "A 'friend's place, huh? I don't believe it, he'd actually go to Armande's estate in search of me? I'd never confide in anyone he knew. They're all deceitful and alarming, just as the Duke."

"Yes, well, he'll be back, he said. Yet I don't know why. He was quite strict with the fact that he'd be back. So if you want a night on the town, I suggest you do it tonight." Marie looked quite sympathetic for the couple.

"Thank you, Marie."

"Good night to you both." She shut the door allowing them to think.

Christian pushed away his utter thoughts of hate for the Duke and focused only on Satine. "So, Love, are you up to going out tonight?"

"Oh indeed."

"Anything particular in mind?"

And suddenly, it sparked on her. That dream she used to dream about. Laying atop of the Elephant, gazing at the sky, with her true love. The dream she once neglected, for so many reasons.

"I think I know exactly where I want to go."

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And so they did. At that point, They had watched the sun go down completely. It had turned into one of the best nights the lovers had ever had together. It was Satine's dream. A simple dream it was, but a dream nonetheless. Christian cherished it just as much. The stars seemed to shine so brightly and twinkle so much that night. It was so beautiful, the Parisian skyline had proved its' beauty, and the lovers and proven their love to the night.

Christian simply looked Satine over continuously as she laid happily in his arms. In his mind, he knew that he wouldn't be able to do this much longer, and in his heart, he knew that she'd always be right there with him. Even when she's just a far away star in the sky, she'll still be that nearby earth angel. But he couldn't let himself think that way. He just wanted them to be together.

The air began getting much cooler, and much stiffer. Christian wrapped himself around Satine, with nothing else to keep her warm. The inside of the elephant hadn't been Satines' anymore. It was being renovated for can- can dancers to please their patrons. There weren't any tonight. There was no one at the Moulin Rouge either on this night. Except for Harold and Marie. Satine started to cough slightly, and shiver into Christians' arms. As much as she wanted to stay up there, she knew it was time to go home. Just because the dream was ending, didn't mean it was over. It would replay and dance across her mind, until the end of time. 'He loves me.' She had to say it once more in her mind. Deep down, she always knew he had. Sometimes, she just had to bring that thought to the top of her head. How happy she was, on this night.

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A/N: Okay, sorry this chap was long and boring. But it's kind of the building block to the next chapter, like in some other stories. (An anti- climax.. lol) I didn't mean for this to happen, but the chap had to end somewhere! I couldn't type the next chapter in this one or it would be. pretty.. long.. Oops? Lol! So I'm thinking the end is near. Atleast with the idea I've got. But I'm not promising anything. Sometimes I surprise myself with something completely different. Anyways, thanks so much for the reviews and they still keep me typing!