By Fate, I insist
Rating: R
Summary: 20 years after Moulin Rouge. A young man, fathered only by Christian, plans a trip to the infamous club.
Disclaimer: Baz is the man behind this creative output. Moulin Rouge will always be his. Sharing those ideas is a nice way to let some meager fans have the spotlight.
For the remainder of my time before meeting Gerard for lunch, I took seclusion in my room. I made it clear that I wished to be left alone. And when it came time to leave, I left without a word. I did not need to announce where I was headed for during the course of the morning, the news had spread quickly.
In no time I had arrived at the restuarant and was dropped off just outside the door. But that's when I stopped. A sudden animosity welled up within me, and I felt dread rise up at the thought of walking thru those doors.
A quick decision was made and soon I found myself at the Hotel doorstoop. I thought of Jacob and began to smile. Aloud I reminded myself how wrong this was. But I entered the building anyways.
The clerk at the counter was not the woman from the previous day. Rather it was a young man, who was eager to escort me to the room that Jacob occupied. Graciously I thanked the man, then shooed him away.
Once alone I knocked on the door.
It was Christian that answered the door, "He--lo?" His tone changed to suprise when he saw that it was me.
"Hi." I was momentarily stunned. I hadn't expected them to be here still and now that I knew they were, what was I to say?
"Memphis?" Christian spoke again, moving aside to let me in. "Come in."
"I know you hadn't expected to see me so soon." I began.
"You got that right." He replied.
"And I don't have a reason or excuse as to why I'm here." I continued.
"Memphis?"
I turned to the voice and found that it was Jacob. Now I was really stuck.
"Guess I should feel honored that you both still remember me." I chuckle nervously. Jacob moved to the opposite chair from me. I stare silently and don't notice that Christian slunk away.
"What are you doing here?" Jacob queried. At the look I gave him, "Don't get me wrong, Memphis. I'm glad that you're here. But why?"
At that point, an answer wouldn't suffice. I rose to my feet and closed the distance between us. Gently and longingly, I kissed him. "Dear Jacob, I cannot shake you from my thoughts." I kiss him again, this time briefly, before breaking away. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."
He takes my hand in his, and gently rubs his thumb over my fingertips, "You don't know how badly I want you........but my father would surely object."
With that said, we look over to find him standing in the doorway, sipping coffee.
"From the kiss I just witnessed, I am at a loss as to what to do, son." He set the cup on the counter and folded his arms.
"With all due respect for the past, Sir--"
"Please, call me Christian." He interrupted.
"Christian." I restated. "I know what happened between you and Satine. When I first met Harry, it was all he talked about. Until I became his twinkle." I get up and approach Christian.
"With the past publicly known around the Rouge, Harry will be weary and most definitly aware of it repeating." Christian warned.
At the mention of Harry, I remembered Gerard and my supposed to being with him. I froze.
Christian must have known the look on my face to mean bad things, "Weren't you supposed to meet someone?"
"Monsiuer Gerard." I muttered under my breath.
"Who?" Jacob came over. He hadn't heard the name.
"Of all people, you stand up the richest man in all of Paris." Christian choked.
I went pale. "Gerard will surely alert Harry of my absence at lunch." My knees buckled and would've collapsed, but Christian caught me and led me to the couch. "This will surely kill Harry to know that his current prized dancer has gone awol." I looked up at Christian, "What are we gonna do? Harry will find out about this."
"If he doesn't already." Christian added. He looked at me with such pity, "You know what must be done, Memphis."
"There is no possible way that I could do that, Christian. I'm sorry. There has to be another way." The look from Christian is stern. I realize that it is useless to avoid it. Slowly I rise to my feet.
"I only wish there was, Memphis." Christian nodded to his son and then walked out of the room.
I stood watching Christian's retreating backside, before turning to Jacob.
"What is my father babbling about?" Jacob noticed my tears and panic hit him. "My father is talking nonsense, Memphis. Run away with me." He pleads.
"Jacob........please. It's best that it ends now." I reach up to kiss him goodbye. "You need to be there for your father. This will be hardest on him the most, with two memories now to dote on." I pull away.
"If Harry already knows, why not do it and--"
I hushed Jacob with my fingertips and shake my head. Before I shut the door, Jacob calls out, "I'll find a way. You'll see. We will show them all!!"
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To Be Continued
Rating: R
Summary: 20 years after Moulin Rouge. A young man, fathered only by Christian, plans a trip to the infamous club.
Disclaimer: Baz is the man behind this creative output. Moulin Rouge will always be his. Sharing those ideas is a nice way to let some meager fans have the spotlight.
For the remainder of my time before meeting Gerard for lunch, I took seclusion in my room. I made it clear that I wished to be left alone. And when it came time to leave, I left without a word. I did not need to announce where I was headed for during the course of the morning, the news had spread quickly.
In no time I had arrived at the restuarant and was dropped off just outside the door. But that's when I stopped. A sudden animosity welled up within me, and I felt dread rise up at the thought of walking thru those doors.
A quick decision was made and soon I found myself at the Hotel doorstoop. I thought of Jacob and began to smile. Aloud I reminded myself how wrong this was. But I entered the building anyways.
The clerk at the counter was not the woman from the previous day. Rather it was a young man, who was eager to escort me to the room that Jacob occupied. Graciously I thanked the man, then shooed him away.
Once alone I knocked on the door.
It was Christian that answered the door, "He--lo?" His tone changed to suprise when he saw that it was me.
"Hi." I was momentarily stunned. I hadn't expected them to be here still and now that I knew they were, what was I to say?
"Memphis?" Christian spoke again, moving aside to let me in. "Come in."
"I know you hadn't expected to see me so soon." I began.
"You got that right." He replied.
"And I don't have a reason or excuse as to why I'm here." I continued.
"Memphis?"
I turned to the voice and found that it was Jacob. Now I was really stuck.
"Guess I should feel honored that you both still remember me." I chuckle nervously. Jacob moved to the opposite chair from me. I stare silently and don't notice that Christian slunk away.
"What are you doing here?" Jacob queried. At the look I gave him, "Don't get me wrong, Memphis. I'm glad that you're here. But why?"
At that point, an answer wouldn't suffice. I rose to my feet and closed the distance between us. Gently and longingly, I kissed him. "Dear Jacob, I cannot shake you from my thoughts." I kiss him again, this time briefly, before breaking away. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."
He takes my hand in his, and gently rubs his thumb over my fingertips, "You don't know how badly I want you........but my father would surely object."
With that said, we look over to find him standing in the doorway, sipping coffee.
"From the kiss I just witnessed, I am at a loss as to what to do, son." He set the cup on the counter and folded his arms.
"With all due respect for the past, Sir--"
"Please, call me Christian." He interrupted.
"Christian." I restated. "I know what happened between you and Satine. When I first met Harry, it was all he talked about. Until I became his twinkle." I get up and approach Christian.
"With the past publicly known around the Rouge, Harry will be weary and most definitly aware of it repeating." Christian warned.
At the mention of Harry, I remembered Gerard and my supposed to being with him. I froze.
Christian must have known the look on my face to mean bad things, "Weren't you supposed to meet someone?"
"Monsiuer Gerard." I muttered under my breath.
"Who?" Jacob came over. He hadn't heard the name.
"Of all people, you stand up the richest man in all of Paris." Christian choked.
I went pale. "Gerard will surely alert Harry of my absence at lunch." My knees buckled and would've collapsed, but Christian caught me and led me to the couch. "This will surely kill Harry to know that his current prized dancer has gone awol." I looked up at Christian, "What are we gonna do? Harry will find out about this."
"If he doesn't already." Christian added. He looked at me with such pity, "You know what must be done, Memphis."
"There is no possible way that I could do that, Christian. I'm sorry. There has to be another way." The look from Christian is stern. I realize that it is useless to avoid it. Slowly I rise to my feet.
"I only wish there was, Memphis." Christian nodded to his son and then walked out of the room.
I stood watching Christian's retreating backside, before turning to Jacob.
"What is my father babbling about?" Jacob noticed my tears and panic hit him. "My father is talking nonsense, Memphis. Run away with me." He pleads.
"Jacob........please. It's best that it ends now." I reach up to kiss him goodbye. "You need to be there for your father. This will be hardest on him the most, with two memories now to dote on." I pull away.
"If Harry already knows, why not do it and--"
I hushed Jacob with my fingertips and shake my head. Before I shut the door, Jacob calls out, "I'll find a way. You'll see. We will show them all!!"
==**~~**==
To Be Continued