A/N: Hey, everyone! Just want to thank you for all the lovely reviews. Schizo Elf Chick . . . you know what? I almost forgot that the Argentinean was narcoleptic! LOL!!! Your review reminded me. Oh well, I'm such a blonde . . .

CHAPTER 8

Christian groggily woke, rubbing the sleepies out of his eyes. He looked around and realized he was on a boat.

Christian: "We made it! YAY!"

Xavier said nothing, just faced the front of the boat cruising along in the water. Christian noticed that they were nowhere near the California shoreline.

Christian: "Where the heck are we?"

Christian, a little slow, came to even more realizations.

Christian: "Wait a minute, where's the Argentinean?"

Xavier: "I pushed the little bastard off the boat."

Christian: "You did what?!?!"

Xavier turned around, threatening Christian with a spear. Christian backed away in shock.

Christian: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!?!"

Xavier: "What I planned to do all along! MWAHAHAHA!!!"

Christian: "What are you talking about?"

Xavier: "I'm takin' yeh to London, England me boy!

Christian: "London? I can't go to London now, I have to go back to Paris and find Satine!"

Xavier: "Yer never goin' back to Paris - yer father's intendin' on keepin' yeh in London."

Christian gasped, putting his hand to his chest in shock.

Christian: "You talked to my father?"

Xavier: "Yeh see . . . the day when yeh sat by me at the lunch table - yer father was there . . . "

Christian: "My father was at Alcatraz? How did he . . . "

Xavier: "Keep yer mouth shut if yeh want to hear the story!"

Christian zipped his lips.

Xavier: "Now like I was sayin' . . . Yer father saw yeh sittin' next to me at lunch that day. After yeh ran away so rudely like yeh did . . . "

Christian: "YOU WERE CARESSING YOUR DICK!"

Christian yelled in defense, but this only angered Xavier as he shoved to spear up to Christian's throat.

Xavier: "Mr. Dick needs lovin'! He's got a hard life he does - bein' cramped up in my pants all day. The Alcatraz guards yelled at me if I brought 'em out, so there was no other choice. An' don't act like yeh wouldn't do the same fer yer own."

Christian: (mumbling) "Certainly not in public . . . "

Xavier didn't hear this last comment and continued the story.

Xavier: "Anyway! So yer father saw yeh sittin' next to me at lunch an' that night one of the guards took me out of my cell - said I had a visitor. It was yer father and he had a little chat with me. He told me that he tried to bribe the guards to let yeh out, but they wouldn' budge. So he gave me that hand-held jack hammer and speed boat to get yeh out because he knew yeh would never go back to London on yer own."

Christian: "Why would my father want me back in London? He hates me - he'd sooner let me rot in here than pay to get me out."

Xavier: "Well I was gettin' to that. Yeh see, yer brother said he didn' want yer father's business and ran away. Yer father's gettin' on in years and he needs yeh to take over the business. He said he's gonna to knock some sense into yer head."

Christian: "NO!!! Never! I don't want his business, I want to be a writer!"

Xavier: "Too late now - we're almost there and yer father will be waitin' at the dock."

Christian: "Why are you doing this? I mean - what's in it for you?"

Xavier: "Well for one thing it got me outta that damned hell hole . . . "

Xavier then smiled greedily and reached into his pocket, pulling out a wad of money and fanning it around.

Xavier: "It was pure business, Mr. James!"

Christian tried to move away from the spear so he could tackle Xavier but Xavier had him trapped.

Xavier: "Don't yeh try anythin' funny - I'm not afraid to use this!"

Just then something crawled up from the side of the boat and lunged at Xavier, pulling him down to the floor of the boat, his bills flying everywhere. The hero was none other than the Narcoleptic Argentinean!

Argentinean: (looking to Christian) "Are you okay?"

Christian: "Watch out!"

Xavier leaped on the Argentinean and knocked him down.

Christian: "Don't hurt my friend!"

Christian ran to Xavier and lifted the little man off his feet. He spun him around a few times and then threw him into the water. The Narcoleptic Argentinean removed Mr. Dick from the wheel and threw him in as well.

Argentinean: "Take your RAT too!"

The two sighed heavily and Christian took the wheel of the boat. He did a U- turn and headed in the other direction towards France. The Argentinean sat in the passenger's seat.

Christian: "You really saved my neck back there."

Argentinean: "It was nothing."

Christian: "How did you catch up with the boat?"

Argentinean: "I win Olympic gold medal in swimming."

Christian: "Ah, I see. Thank you for helping me out, Argentinean."

Christian turned his head and smiled. The Argentinean puckered his lips and closed his eyes.

Christian: "What the hell are you doing?"

Christian eyed him strangely.

Argentinean: (embarrassed) "Oh! I was . . . um . . . "

The Argentinean, unable to think of an excuse, crossed his eyes and fell back into his seat.

Argentinean: "ZZZ . . . .ZZZ . . . "

Christian sighed and laid a blanket over the sleeping Argentinean. He resumed steering the boat and felt relieved knowing he would not have to go back to his father.

Christian: "I'm coming, Satine."

FROM BEETLE: There you go Schizo Elf Chick, he fell asleep! :o)

Next chapter will be up soon!!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Moulin Rouge characters or the Olympics, LOL.