Disclaimer: All characters previously seen in the movie are Baz Luhrmann's
wonderful creations. No infringement intended, I'm just a fanfiction writer
who loved the movie.
Chapter 2: Welcome Back
Christian quietly opened the door to his garret across the street from the Moulin Rouge. Toulouse hurried behind him, as fast as his little legs would go. Christian rushed over to his bedstead and placed carefully placed Satine on it, covering her fragile body with a blanket. He then bustled around his garret, looking for various things to use and preferably a spoon to measure Satine's medication when she awakened.
"Chwistian, Chwistian, is there anything I can do to help?" Toulouse asked.
"Yes, Toulouse open the window over there. The doctor said to make sure Satine is exposed to fresh air," Christian replied.
"Anything else Chwistian?" Toulouse asked, his lisp stronger than ever.
Christian pondered for a while. 'Where can I take Satine temporarily until she recovers?' he thought to himself. Then he remembered the perfect place. When he was a boy, his family used to vacation in Limoges, a town roughly 380 kilometers away from Paris. It was a small, secluded town that Christian's father would send them to every summer during his leave from his government duties. It was far enough away that no one would be able to find them, as Christian would see to that soon enough.
"Aha! Toulouse, I need you to run to the nearest train station and find out when the next train to Limoges departs. Here, take this money. Hopefully that will be enough to cover the cost." He answered.
"Very well Chwistian. Is that all?" Toulouse wondered.
Christian was now writing something very feverently on a piece of paper. It read-
Dear Harold,
I'm writing this now with preparations to leave Montmartre in mind. Toulouse is currently out purchasing tickets for our departure. I'm taking Satine far away from here and out of the Duke's wrath. Thank you for all your help and for giving Satine a place to stay for all these years. We finally received our ending at last.
Au Revoir,
Christian Hawthorne
"Toulouse, on your way to the station, take this to Harold," Christian answered.
"Yes Chwistian," Toulouse replied. He placed a hat on his head and promptly ran out the door onto the Parisian streets below.
****
Night was falling in Montmartre. Christian was pacing his garret, anxiously waiting for Satine to awaken and for Toulouse's answer. Marie had stopped by earlier and brought some soup and cheese for Satine. She had also made sure to bring a bowl filled with water and several dry rags to place on her forehead.
The clock struck seven and Christian looked over to see Satine stirring in his bed.
"Satine?" Christian questioned as he slowly made his way over to her side.
"Christian.I.what happened?" she asked. She tried to sit up, but found it difficult. She was slightly dizzy and started to cough once again.
Christian told her exactly what happened while she was unconscious, leaving no important detail out.
"Am I.Am I.dying?" she questioned as a silent tear rolled down her cheek.
"No darling, the doctor says you can be expected to make a full recovery, as long as you take your medication," he answered. He began measuring out the syrup for her cough and spoon fed it to her, much to her disgust.
"Yuck, this is awful! It tastes like that horrid cod liver oil my mother used to give me when I was a child!" Satine complained.
Christian rolled over in fits of laughter. "You have to take it, don't be a baby about it," Christian laughed.
"I know, I know," Satine replied, not at all happy with the syrup incident. Christian stood up and began straighten up his garret, seeing as they wouldn't be living in it for much longer. He placed his typewriter in its case and stacked some of his papers next to it as Satine stared on at him.
"What are you doing?" she said as she coughed some more.
"Packing things up, darling," he said as he walked over and sat on her bed.
"Why? What for?" she asked as he smiled, not wanting to worry her.
"You'll see as soon as Toulouse gets back," he answered as she quizzically stared at him and nodded.
****
Toulouse ran down the hall and into Christian's garret so fast that the door nearly flew off of its hinges.
"Chwistian, Chwistian, I'm back!" Toulouse hollered.
"Thank you Toulouse. Have you found out when the next train leaves for Limoges?" Christian questioned.
"Yes, Yes Chwistian. The next train leaves the station midnight on Thursday. I have your tickets here," Toulouse handed over the tickets to Christian.
"First class? How did you manage that Toulouse?" Christian asked, puzzled.
"I have my connections with the conductor," he responded as Christian nodded.
"Did anyone see you?" he asked as Toulouse shook his head.
"No, Chwistian, I made sure of it," he said carefully as Christian nodded again.
"That's wonderful news. Satine, we're leaving the Moulin Rouge for good!" Christian yelled out as he hugged her
"Wonderful, darling, but I have to pack my things together. Be a dear and send for Marie. She'll give you all my items," Satine whispered as she weakly smiled.
***
The two lovers were finally leaving Montmartre for a better life, but no one was prepared for the events that were to take place in the coming months.
Chapter 2: Welcome Back
Christian quietly opened the door to his garret across the street from the Moulin Rouge. Toulouse hurried behind him, as fast as his little legs would go. Christian rushed over to his bedstead and placed carefully placed Satine on it, covering her fragile body with a blanket. He then bustled around his garret, looking for various things to use and preferably a spoon to measure Satine's medication when she awakened.
"Chwistian, Chwistian, is there anything I can do to help?" Toulouse asked.
"Yes, Toulouse open the window over there. The doctor said to make sure Satine is exposed to fresh air," Christian replied.
"Anything else Chwistian?" Toulouse asked, his lisp stronger than ever.
Christian pondered for a while. 'Where can I take Satine temporarily until she recovers?' he thought to himself. Then he remembered the perfect place. When he was a boy, his family used to vacation in Limoges, a town roughly 380 kilometers away from Paris. It was a small, secluded town that Christian's father would send them to every summer during his leave from his government duties. It was far enough away that no one would be able to find them, as Christian would see to that soon enough.
"Aha! Toulouse, I need you to run to the nearest train station and find out when the next train to Limoges departs. Here, take this money. Hopefully that will be enough to cover the cost." He answered.
"Very well Chwistian. Is that all?" Toulouse wondered.
Christian was now writing something very feverently on a piece of paper. It read-
Dear Harold,
I'm writing this now with preparations to leave Montmartre in mind. Toulouse is currently out purchasing tickets for our departure. I'm taking Satine far away from here and out of the Duke's wrath. Thank you for all your help and for giving Satine a place to stay for all these years. We finally received our ending at last.
Au Revoir,
Christian Hawthorne
"Toulouse, on your way to the station, take this to Harold," Christian answered.
"Yes Chwistian," Toulouse replied. He placed a hat on his head and promptly ran out the door onto the Parisian streets below.
****
Night was falling in Montmartre. Christian was pacing his garret, anxiously waiting for Satine to awaken and for Toulouse's answer. Marie had stopped by earlier and brought some soup and cheese for Satine. She had also made sure to bring a bowl filled with water and several dry rags to place on her forehead.
The clock struck seven and Christian looked over to see Satine stirring in his bed.
"Satine?" Christian questioned as he slowly made his way over to her side.
"Christian.I.what happened?" she asked. She tried to sit up, but found it difficult. She was slightly dizzy and started to cough once again.
Christian told her exactly what happened while she was unconscious, leaving no important detail out.
"Am I.Am I.dying?" she questioned as a silent tear rolled down her cheek.
"No darling, the doctor says you can be expected to make a full recovery, as long as you take your medication," he answered. He began measuring out the syrup for her cough and spoon fed it to her, much to her disgust.
"Yuck, this is awful! It tastes like that horrid cod liver oil my mother used to give me when I was a child!" Satine complained.
Christian rolled over in fits of laughter. "You have to take it, don't be a baby about it," Christian laughed.
"I know, I know," Satine replied, not at all happy with the syrup incident. Christian stood up and began straighten up his garret, seeing as they wouldn't be living in it for much longer. He placed his typewriter in its case and stacked some of his papers next to it as Satine stared on at him.
"What are you doing?" she said as she coughed some more.
"Packing things up, darling," he said as he walked over and sat on her bed.
"Why? What for?" she asked as he smiled, not wanting to worry her.
"You'll see as soon as Toulouse gets back," he answered as she quizzically stared at him and nodded.
****
Toulouse ran down the hall and into Christian's garret so fast that the door nearly flew off of its hinges.
"Chwistian, Chwistian, I'm back!" Toulouse hollered.
"Thank you Toulouse. Have you found out when the next train leaves for Limoges?" Christian questioned.
"Yes, Yes Chwistian. The next train leaves the station midnight on Thursday. I have your tickets here," Toulouse handed over the tickets to Christian.
"First class? How did you manage that Toulouse?" Christian asked, puzzled.
"I have my connections with the conductor," he responded as Christian nodded.
"Did anyone see you?" he asked as Toulouse shook his head.
"No, Chwistian, I made sure of it," he said carefully as Christian nodded again.
"That's wonderful news. Satine, we're leaving the Moulin Rouge for good!" Christian yelled out as he hugged her
"Wonderful, darling, but I have to pack my things together. Be a dear and send for Marie. She'll give you all my items," Satine whispered as she weakly smiled.
***
The two lovers were finally leaving Montmartre for a better life, but no one was prepared for the events that were to take place in the coming months.