Disclaimer: Moulin Rouge is not mine, it's Baz's. However I do own Ami and Lord William.

Dedication: To whoever reads this and likes it. I'm sure there's gonna be some that hate the way I made Satine look. Sorry :(!

A/N: Ok, I admit it! I did make Satine look bad. I love Satine, I REALLY do, but this story would work better if Ami hates Satine wouldn't it? I mean come on, which sounds better, 'Satine was my first love but I love you now.' OR 'I still love Satine but now I love you, but Satine was my first love, how can I forget her?' I, personally like the 2nd one. What about you guys?

          Yes, I do think that Christian could fall in love this fast, he's hurt and needs love. As for the song, I tried to make it clear that he had betrayed Satine and was hurt. I knew this story would be controversial, *hangs head* I just want you guys to like it!

She woke in a foreign bed. The feel of the sheets was odd on her skin. Her comforters at home were silks, these . . . she didn't know what these were made of. The sound of clicking made her look over. There he was, handsome as ever, bent over a notebook, pen in hand. He had shaven his beard and his eyes were lit, he was so different from last night.

He stopped clicking the pen when he saw she was awake, and realized it might be keeping her awake. He smiled and she smiled, it was contagious. Getting up, he closed the gap between them with no space to separate him from her. He sat on a chair next to the bed.

It dawned on her, looking at his tired face, that he had sat there all night. She had the only bed. She reached to run her fingers through his hair. He turned away and she got the air instead.
"I sat up thinking what I was going to say to you. It's not right, you and I. I'm twenty-one and you can't be more than fifteen." His voice was steady but still unsure.
"I'm seventeen." Ami frowned. "Old enough to marry!"
He looked away; the thought of marriage hurt him. He would have married Satine, now . . . Oh Satine, his beautiful Satine. She was now buried in the park just outside his window. He had been talking to her, and Ami showed up. The young girl was in so much pain and anger, how could he not have helped her.

When he saw her, her eyes filled with tears, he suddenly fell in love with her. She was so much like Satine.

"Still . . . You being in this apartment . . ." He looked to his hands. "I'm not your kind. I barely have money to buy myself food. When I saw you in the park I thought you were alone, like me. When I brought you up here, I saw that your coat was not only made of mink, but also lined with seal on the inside! I wanted to ask so many questions but you were so exhausted. No!" He stood up. "It can't work. It shouldn't work!" She put a hand on his wrist and pulled him down with amazing strength. She sat up and moved toward him. She buried her face into the side of his neck. Every part of him was aware of her. His skin tingled under her touch, one hand on his shoulder and the other on his neck. His hands longed to touch her, but he restrained, she was rich he was not, it wasn't right. He decided to try again.

"I don't even know your name." He told her.

Her face was still embedded in his neck; her hands still placed on his skin.

"Ami," She murmured, lips against his skin. He wanted her to say more, he loved the feeling of her. They were one body; the rest of the world had disappeared. She pulled him down on top of her.

"Yours?" He placed his head into her neck, so she would get the same jolt.

"Christian." Ami laughed.

"Well then Christian, I love you! I really truly love you!" Christian laughed too. She loved him.

"I love you too." Ami laughed and landed a kiss on his lips. "Good, get me home."

She commanded, so he did.

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Ami and Christian walked hand in hand. Christian looked over at his lover, but she was lost in thought. Her eyes were distant and her lips pressed upon each other.

"What?" He whispered. She stopped and turned to him.

"Darling, you're not going to be accepted by the people at my house. They aren't going to like you." Ami's face was troubled; lines of thought covered her entire face.

"What's the matter?" Christian asked. He forced Ami down onto the curb of the park.

"Before . . . I was engaged Christian. I was to be married." Christian looked confused and he dropped her hand. Her eyes refused to look at him. She was hurting.

"But there was no ring. The ring," His face shifted to a gaze of realization. "But it wasn't a diamond . . ."

"Lord William, my fiancée gave me a ruby, it was my birthstone. He always thought it looked better than diamonds." She looked over to him.

Christian was bent over, sobbing uncontrollably. Ami placed her hand on his arched back.

"Christian?" She said fighting back a sob. It hurt her to see him in so much pain. "Christian!" He wouldn't look up, wouldn't stop wailing. She shook him but he still ignored her. Exasperated, she threw her body over his shaking body. "Please," She whispered into his ear. "Please tell me what's wrong!"

"Satine!" He cried. "Oh God, Satine please forgive me!"

"What are you talking about? Please," She uncurled his violently trembling frame and hugged him tight. "Please! Tell me!"

"Satine, I loved her." He said.

"Who's Satine?"

"The diamond. My diamond." He whispered.

Ami shivered without meaning to. He just summed up all the reason for his pain in four words.

And then Ami knew. It was the actress from the play. The beautiful courtesan had claimed her Christian's heart for her own.

Ami stroked his hair, inhaling the scent from it.

"I'm sorry, Ami." He said straightening, as if suddenly remembering that there was someone new in his life, a new love. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what to do. I loved . . . love her, but now she's dead. Now I have you." He kissed her lips but she pulled away and stood up. "No! No Ami, I'm sorry. Please," He grabbed her hand and rubbed it on his cheek. His skin was pale and clammy. "Don't leave me, I love you."

Ami shook her head. "I can't." She pulled back. "Christian you're broken and . . . I can't. I can't be with you until you know what you want. I know you loved your diamond, but can't I be your ruby?" Her voice was dead, monotone. "Your love died with your heart. Can't you understand that you'll never love me until you let go of her? I know I love you Christian, but I'm not sure if you love me." Ami had a hard time deciding if this was right. He did love her, but not with all his heart. Trying to convince herself that this was the right thing to do, she slipped her address into his shirt pocket. He was in too much despair to notice. "I love you Christian." She kissed him for what could be the last time she ever would and left.

"Ami," He screamed to her retreating back. Onlookers shivered. There was so much pain in the voice. "Come what may!" He yelled. He stopped breathing, inhaling sharply. Did he just? NO! He just used their song, Satine and his. THAT WAS THEIR SONG! He sobbed uncontrollably. He loved Ami but to use their song? How could he?

He'd betrayed Satine!

Somehow he picked up himself. He needed the green fairy; she's all he had now.
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Ami heard his calls but didn't turn back. She couldn't. Christian needed to find whom he wanted most; he had to bury Satine.

Satine.

The name rang inside her head, over and over. It was taunting her. Satine was the one who held his heart, not her. Damn her! Ami wanted Christian, she needed him and he needed her. But Satine was his first love and that would never change, no matter how much she wanted it to.