Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Moulin Rouge all I do own is
the rights to the any characters I have created in this story. Please don't
send the lawyers after me!!
I'm innocent.I'm blonde and I'm new!!
NB: This is an A/U
The Windmill turns no more.
~*~ Recap; A body fell back into the doorway landing at her feet. A young man's sleeping face lay at her feet. It was Christian and he was obviously hurt. She didn't know what to do. Should she leave Christian there or help him.but that would result in her revealing her identity. She sighed and rolled her eyes. Even asleep Christian was still the charmer she had fallen for and the man she loved. Satine leant down and began the long process of pulling Christian back into ~*~
The Duke and his henchman sat in the carriage, which made its was slowly down the streets. There was a sudden yell from the driver and the carriage jerked to a halt. There were muffled yells and disgruntled voices, which the Duke could hear. He poked his head out through the window and stared up at the driver.
"What is going on? Why have we stopped!!!"
"Sorry Duke but these two lads ran in front of my cab and dropped something. They are just picking it up now. See." With that the deriver pointed in front of him at the two young men scrabbling to pick up their belongings. The Duke sighed is disgust and leant back in the carriage muttering away to himself before feeling the gentle sway of the carriage start up again. The Duke looked out of his window at the two young men who stood by the wall staring at the cab.
'Perhaps those two will be useful at some point.' The Duke thought to himself. ~*~
The two men huddled together peering down at the wallet they had grabbed and the money. The tall thinish young man was counting the money whilst the other slightly shorter man was rummaging through the wallet. The one counting the money looked up.
"What you found there Pierre?"
"Oh, well.only that the guy we robbed was called Christian and he is from England. Says here he is an author!"
"Well that's very nice and all but of no use to us! If he is an author he maybe well known.ditch the wallet and lets go!"
With that the pair of them ran off into the streets leaving the wallet behind in a gutter. ~*~
Satine sat beside Alexandria's bed where Christian now lay. The doctor had kindly visited only a short while ago and seen to Christian's injuries. He had been lucky that Satine had found him so quickly otherwise he would have surely caught pneumonia lying out on the streets all night. Marie had seen the doctor out shortly after that and had returned carrying a bottle of some medicine the doctor prescribed for Christian to take. Alexandria was curled up in her chair by the window watching her mother.
"Mother. that's the nice man I met whilst I was at the Moulin Rouge. He was so very very kind and did you know he is an author from England! Is that not amazing Mother.from England. how I would love to visit England. I wonder if he knew my father."
Satine smiled weakly and nodded. She gently pulled the cloth off of Christian's head and soaked it again in the bowl of water beside the bed.
"Alexandria would you be a darling and go to the shops with Marie for me and collect the shopping. If you want you two could go to a café afterwards. I will be fine here. don't you worry. But before you do leave send Marie up please."
Alexandria nodded and quickly got up out of her chair and ran over to her mother. She wrapped her arms round Satine's shoulders and gently hugged her before running out of the room to find Marie. A few moments later there was the gentle thud of footsteps on the stair and then Marie opened the door.
"Are you sure it is safe to leave yourself alone with Christian. After all you did want him not to know you were still alive. Why don't you and Alexandria go out, I will stay and look after him."
"No. no Marie go. I have to talk to him." With that Marie sighed and left Satine. She knew better to try and argue with Satine. She was as stubborn as her mother had been and as persuading as her father. It was such a pity that they both had died when she was so young. But that was then not now and Satine had grown up to be a beautiful elegant woman with a stunning young daughter.
As Marie and Alexandria walked along the streets towards the market place she looked at the young Alexandria and smiled. How much she reminded her of Satine. She was as beautiful and kind but she had a side to her which Satine wanted to keep secret. A side, which now looked like it, would now be possibly revealed. That would break Satine apart but there was nothing that Marie could do, she could just sit and watch as Satine probably fell slowly back into the depression they had all fought so hard to pull her out from. It wasn't until Harold had died that Satine had pulled herself together and picked up the pieces after his death. It was a pity that it had to be death, which pulled Satine out of her depression, but again Marie could do nothing. That made her feel so. useless but alas Satine would not have Marie interfering. One day, Marie hoped, Satine would be as happy as Alexandria and finally Marie could rest and watch the woman she loved as dearly as a daughter finally get what she deserved. But until that day Marie just had to keep on hoping and praying that Satine would be able to pull herself through. ~*~
Christian stirred and gazed around the room, his head hurt and so did everywhere else for that matter. He didn't remember much from last night. apart from that fact that he and Toulouse had visited a little bar and then. and then what? Christian sat up to get a better chance at working out his bearings but regretted it. His head spun and his stomach churned as if a storm was brewing. He fell back against the pillows and closed his eyes.
Then he heard it, the same beautiful voice that he had heard one night at the Moulin Rouge not too long ago. A sweet voice, which sounded so motherly but then so familiar at the same time. The door gently creaked open and Chrisitan kept his eyes closed. The listened to the woman walk across the room and place something beside the bed on a table or something. A soft smooth hand was placed on his cheek and gently caressed for a moment before lifting up the damp and now warm cloth. Then the hand returned to his cheek and gently stroked his cheek. The woman resumed her song.
'One day I'll fly away Leave all this to yesterday What more can your love do for me .When will love be through with me.'
Chrisitan recognised that song. Satine had sung it. it was Satine's song. Christian opened her eyes suddenly and stared up at the woman. She gasped and pulled her hand away. ~*~
Chrisitan was gazing at me, I woke him up! What could I do! I shouldn't have sung that silly little song. I looked around me and started to get up but Christians hand shot out and grabbed mine stopping me from getting away. I stared at him, his eyes held so much emotion I couldn't tell what he was feeling.was it anger, confusion.fear? His voice broke me out of my trail of thoughts.
"Satine. Satine please tell me I'm not dreaming. Please." His voice was full of emotion as he gazed at me his grip not loosening at all.
I just stared at him and opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. ~*~
Christian waited for Satine to reply but although her mouth was open she seemed not able to form any words at all. He slowly sat up and pulled her gently closer, Satine stumbled and fell against Christian and blushed. Christian placed his other hand beneath her chin and tilted her head up so he could look at her properly. Satine averted her gaze and stared at the floor.
"Satine."
"I.no. Christian. Please no."
Christian hugged Satine suddenly and clung to her burying his head in her shoulder. Satine struggled to pull away but then she heard it. Christian was crying. Gentle, muffled heart wrenching sobs that even Satine, who had spent years building her defences up so to protect herself, could feel them breaking. She wrapped her arms round Christian and rocked slowly from side to side. Christian still cried but she could hear him begin to quieten. He was like a child, that's all Satine could compare him to. A child who was in need of love. ~*~
My Satine. my precious Satine.
He repeated the same thought over and over and clung to Satine as if she was a lifeline. He felt like a fool for crying but he didn't care. not anymore. He wanted to yell out to the world that he had found his Satine and that nothing was ever going to break them apart. He leant back slowly and looked at Satine's beautiful face. He smiled and gently reached out to stroke her cheek but Satine leant away from him. Christian titled his head to one side puzzled at the way she had reacted to his actions before sighing and moving away. Now that he had got over the initial shock and joy his heart and mind now conflicted over the fact that Satine had survived but never told him. Never once tried to tell him that she wasn't lying somewhere in a grave which he would never see.
"You lived and didn't tell me.you lived and never contacted me."
"Christian I couldn't! I was still ill."
"But I left.Zidler told me you were dead and never to come back."
"I was in a coma Chrisitan! What could I do!"
"But your not now are you. didn't you want me to know my only love had lived!"
"No...yes! I.Zidler thought it was for the best."
"And you do everything that Zidler tells you! I bet you married that Duke didn't you! That's why you didn't try and contact me."
"No Christian Its not like that please!"
"You lied you never told me. I thought you were dead and that I had lost the love of my life and left the country believing she was dead! Gone to the world. I wrote our story just like you asked. I wanted to keep my promise I wrote it and told the world about our life. I wanted so much to be able to be with you. I have lived my life alone thinking that no one could ever care about me. I returned hoping that I would be inspired to write my next novel and instead I find out that I have been depressed about nothing! Or maybe I was write you have married that Duke."
Satine stared at Christian as he yelled at her. Then it went silent, an uncomfortable silence, which Satine wanted desperately to end. She didn't know what to say. Christian sat there breathing heavily staring at Satine. Then with one swift movement he turned away and lay on his side.
"I will leave by twelve. I will pay you for the use of the room and leave you alone. forever."
Satine gasped and stood up grabbing the bowl of water and promptly pouring it over Christian. He yelled and turned over to stare at her. Satine tried to stay angry but the way the water had caused his hair to plaster to his face and the fact that water droplets kept falling off of his face as he stared at her. Satine began to giggle and sat down laughing gently.
Christian stared at her at in shock as she began to laugh. What ever had just happened the moment had been ruined and Satine was laughing at.him. It was that same musical laughter which made Christians heart beat faster and make him want to laugh. Christian smiled and then began to laugh. ~*~
Marie and Alexandria walked into the house to hear laughter echoing throughout the house. Alexandria ran past Marie and up the stairs before she could say anything. Marie quickly followed hoping that Satine was okay.
Alexandria opened the door and stood there staring at her mother and Christian. Both were laughing but Chrisitan and her bed were soaking wet. Alexandria giggled and turned to look at Marie as she surveyed the scene. Marie sighed and gently pushed Alexandria aside and walked over to Christian and pulled off his wet bandages.
"Monsieur Chrisitan what are you doing?"
Christian looked up to see Alexandria looking very confused. Firstly Christian just laughed more but then he began to wonder why Alexandria was here. He stopped laughing and looked from Satine to Alexandria.
"Are.you two related?"
Satine gasped and looked at Alexandria. She realised that Chrisitan was beginning to get suspicious so she suddenly spoke up before Alexandria could get in.
"She."
"She is my niece Christian. yes they do look alike and Satine is kindly helping me look after her."
Marie smiled and tugged Alexandria's hair before she could correct her. She fell silent and smiled leaving a dumfounded Christian to nod and looks at Satine who was smiling and nodding.
"Yes Alexandria is Marie's niece. but so many people think that she is my daughter. How ridiculous!"
Well that's all folks! And I don't own any of the Moulin Rouge songs either!
NB: This is an A/U
The Windmill turns no more.
~*~ Recap; A body fell back into the doorway landing at her feet. A young man's sleeping face lay at her feet. It was Christian and he was obviously hurt. She didn't know what to do. Should she leave Christian there or help him.but that would result in her revealing her identity. She sighed and rolled her eyes. Even asleep Christian was still the charmer she had fallen for and the man she loved. Satine leant down and began the long process of pulling Christian back into ~*~
The Duke and his henchman sat in the carriage, which made its was slowly down the streets. There was a sudden yell from the driver and the carriage jerked to a halt. There were muffled yells and disgruntled voices, which the Duke could hear. He poked his head out through the window and stared up at the driver.
"What is going on? Why have we stopped!!!"
"Sorry Duke but these two lads ran in front of my cab and dropped something. They are just picking it up now. See." With that the deriver pointed in front of him at the two young men scrabbling to pick up their belongings. The Duke sighed is disgust and leant back in the carriage muttering away to himself before feeling the gentle sway of the carriage start up again. The Duke looked out of his window at the two young men who stood by the wall staring at the cab.
'Perhaps those two will be useful at some point.' The Duke thought to himself. ~*~
The two men huddled together peering down at the wallet they had grabbed and the money. The tall thinish young man was counting the money whilst the other slightly shorter man was rummaging through the wallet. The one counting the money looked up.
"What you found there Pierre?"
"Oh, well.only that the guy we robbed was called Christian and he is from England. Says here he is an author!"
"Well that's very nice and all but of no use to us! If he is an author he maybe well known.ditch the wallet and lets go!"
With that the pair of them ran off into the streets leaving the wallet behind in a gutter. ~*~
Satine sat beside Alexandria's bed where Christian now lay. The doctor had kindly visited only a short while ago and seen to Christian's injuries. He had been lucky that Satine had found him so quickly otherwise he would have surely caught pneumonia lying out on the streets all night. Marie had seen the doctor out shortly after that and had returned carrying a bottle of some medicine the doctor prescribed for Christian to take. Alexandria was curled up in her chair by the window watching her mother.
"Mother. that's the nice man I met whilst I was at the Moulin Rouge. He was so very very kind and did you know he is an author from England! Is that not amazing Mother.from England. how I would love to visit England. I wonder if he knew my father."
Satine smiled weakly and nodded. She gently pulled the cloth off of Christian's head and soaked it again in the bowl of water beside the bed.
"Alexandria would you be a darling and go to the shops with Marie for me and collect the shopping. If you want you two could go to a café afterwards. I will be fine here. don't you worry. But before you do leave send Marie up please."
Alexandria nodded and quickly got up out of her chair and ran over to her mother. She wrapped her arms round Satine's shoulders and gently hugged her before running out of the room to find Marie. A few moments later there was the gentle thud of footsteps on the stair and then Marie opened the door.
"Are you sure it is safe to leave yourself alone with Christian. After all you did want him not to know you were still alive. Why don't you and Alexandria go out, I will stay and look after him."
"No. no Marie go. I have to talk to him." With that Marie sighed and left Satine. She knew better to try and argue with Satine. She was as stubborn as her mother had been and as persuading as her father. It was such a pity that they both had died when she was so young. But that was then not now and Satine had grown up to be a beautiful elegant woman with a stunning young daughter.
As Marie and Alexandria walked along the streets towards the market place she looked at the young Alexandria and smiled. How much she reminded her of Satine. She was as beautiful and kind but she had a side to her which Satine wanted to keep secret. A side, which now looked like it, would now be possibly revealed. That would break Satine apart but there was nothing that Marie could do, she could just sit and watch as Satine probably fell slowly back into the depression they had all fought so hard to pull her out from. It wasn't until Harold had died that Satine had pulled herself together and picked up the pieces after his death. It was a pity that it had to be death, which pulled Satine out of her depression, but again Marie could do nothing. That made her feel so. useless but alas Satine would not have Marie interfering. One day, Marie hoped, Satine would be as happy as Alexandria and finally Marie could rest and watch the woman she loved as dearly as a daughter finally get what she deserved. But until that day Marie just had to keep on hoping and praying that Satine would be able to pull herself through. ~*~
Christian stirred and gazed around the room, his head hurt and so did everywhere else for that matter. He didn't remember much from last night. apart from that fact that he and Toulouse had visited a little bar and then. and then what? Christian sat up to get a better chance at working out his bearings but regretted it. His head spun and his stomach churned as if a storm was brewing. He fell back against the pillows and closed his eyes.
Then he heard it, the same beautiful voice that he had heard one night at the Moulin Rouge not too long ago. A sweet voice, which sounded so motherly but then so familiar at the same time. The door gently creaked open and Chrisitan kept his eyes closed. The listened to the woman walk across the room and place something beside the bed on a table or something. A soft smooth hand was placed on his cheek and gently caressed for a moment before lifting up the damp and now warm cloth. Then the hand returned to his cheek and gently stroked his cheek. The woman resumed her song.
'One day I'll fly away Leave all this to yesterday What more can your love do for me .When will love be through with me.'
Chrisitan recognised that song. Satine had sung it. it was Satine's song. Christian opened her eyes suddenly and stared up at the woman. She gasped and pulled her hand away. ~*~
Chrisitan was gazing at me, I woke him up! What could I do! I shouldn't have sung that silly little song. I looked around me and started to get up but Christians hand shot out and grabbed mine stopping me from getting away. I stared at him, his eyes held so much emotion I couldn't tell what he was feeling.was it anger, confusion.fear? His voice broke me out of my trail of thoughts.
"Satine. Satine please tell me I'm not dreaming. Please." His voice was full of emotion as he gazed at me his grip not loosening at all.
I just stared at him and opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. ~*~
Christian waited for Satine to reply but although her mouth was open she seemed not able to form any words at all. He slowly sat up and pulled her gently closer, Satine stumbled and fell against Christian and blushed. Christian placed his other hand beneath her chin and tilted her head up so he could look at her properly. Satine averted her gaze and stared at the floor.
"Satine."
"I.no. Christian. Please no."
Christian hugged Satine suddenly and clung to her burying his head in her shoulder. Satine struggled to pull away but then she heard it. Christian was crying. Gentle, muffled heart wrenching sobs that even Satine, who had spent years building her defences up so to protect herself, could feel them breaking. She wrapped her arms round Christian and rocked slowly from side to side. Christian still cried but she could hear him begin to quieten. He was like a child, that's all Satine could compare him to. A child who was in need of love. ~*~
My Satine. my precious Satine.
He repeated the same thought over and over and clung to Satine as if she was a lifeline. He felt like a fool for crying but he didn't care. not anymore. He wanted to yell out to the world that he had found his Satine and that nothing was ever going to break them apart. He leant back slowly and looked at Satine's beautiful face. He smiled and gently reached out to stroke her cheek but Satine leant away from him. Christian titled his head to one side puzzled at the way she had reacted to his actions before sighing and moving away. Now that he had got over the initial shock and joy his heart and mind now conflicted over the fact that Satine had survived but never told him. Never once tried to tell him that she wasn't lying somewhere in a grave which he would never see.
"You lived and didn't tell me.you lived and never contacted me."
"Christian I couldn't! I was still ill."
"But I left.Zidler told me you were dead and never to come back."
"I was in a coma Chrisitan! What could I do!"
"But your not now are you. didn't you want me to know my only love had lived!"
"No...yes! I.Zidler thought it was for the best."
"And you do everything that Zidler tells you! I bet you married that Duke didn't you! That's why you didn't try and contact me."
"No Christian Its not like that please!"
"You lied you never told me. I thought you were dead and that I had lost the love of my life and left the country believing she was dead! Gone to the world. I wrote our story just like you asked. I wanted to keep my promise I wrote it and told the world about our life. I wanted so much to be able to be with you. I have lived my life alone thinking that no one could ever care about me. I returned hoping that I would be inspired to write my next novel and instead I find out that I have been depressed about nothing! Or maybe I was write you have married that Duke."
Satine stared at Christian as he yelled at her. Then it went silent, an uncomfortable silence, which Satine wanted desperately to end. She didn't know what to say. Christian sat there breathing heavily staring at Satine. Then with one swift movement he turned away and lay on his side.
"I will leave by twelve. I will pay you for the use of the room and leave you alone. forever."
Satine gasped and stood up grabbing the bowl of water and promptly pouring it over Christian. He yelled and turned over to stare at her. Satine tried to stay angry but the way the water had caused his hair to plaster to his face and the fact that water droplets kept falling off of his face as he stared at her. Satine began to giggle and sat down laughing gently.
Christian stared at her at in shock as she began to laugh. What ever had just happened the moment had been ruined and Satine was laughing at.him. It was that same musical laughter which made Christians heart beat faster and make him want to laugh. Christian smiled and then began to laugh. ~*~
Marie and Alexandria walked into the house to hear laughter echoing throughout the house. Alexandria ran past Marie and up the stairs before she could say anything. Marie quickly followed hoping that Satine was okay.
Alexandria opened the door and stood there staring at her mother and Christian. Both were laughing but Chrisitan and her bed were soaking wet. Alexandria giggled and turned to look at Marie as she surveyed the scene. Marie sighed and gently pushed Alexandria aside and walked over to Christian and pulled off his wet bandages.
"Monsieur Chrisitan what are you doing?"
Christian looked up to see Alexandria looking very confused. Firstly Christian just laughed more but then he began to wonder why Alexandria was here. He stopped laughing and looked from Satine to Alexandria.
"Are.you two related?"
Satine gasped and looked at Alexandria. She realised that Chrisitan was beginning to get suspicious so she suddenly spoke up before Alexandria could get in.
"She."
"She is my niece Christian. yes they do look alike and Satine is kindly helping me look after her."
Marie smiled and tugged Alexandria's hair before she could correct her. She fell silent and smiled leaving a dumfounded Christian to nod and looks at Satine who was smiling and nodding.
"Yes Alexandria is Marie's niece. but so many people think that she is my daughter. How ridiculous!"
Well that's all folks! And I don't own any of the Moulin Rouge songs either!