*A/N* Yay! I got 4 reviews!! Sorry about the REALLY slow updates, school is crazy hectic!! I'll try my best to be as quick as possible!

I'm also trying really hard to live up to everyone's expecations this story (since y'all seemed to like Out of the Darkness, and I want this one to be just as enjoyable). The first 4 chapters will be the base of the pyramid, so please bear with me. The action's coming really soon, I promise!

I don't own the song Arabian Night from Disney's Aladdin, which is used here.

Twin Lights... Born at Last

*Chris? Satine questioned, worry gnawing at her. **Who is it from?**

"My father..." he mumbled, shocked out of his mind. Christian stood gaping at the letter, hardly blinking, unmoving. When he left London, his father kindly informed Christian that he wanted nothing to do with him, and swore they would never see each other again. Considering Christian hadn't bothered to write home in over a year (due to the lack of response from his family), why would his father have bothered to write now? Maybe they were checking if he was still alive, or forever lost to the Green Fairy and wasting his life away with a can-can girl.

Christian snapped back ot reality when Satine placed a comforting hand on his arm. "He really said that?"

"You're not a can-can girl, Satine... He didn't mean us. We're different. We love one another! Believe me, I'm not wasting my life..." Christian rambled on, kicking himself with guilt. Those words were harsh, even though they weren't his own. His father's controlling words were the reason Christian left London in the first place (besides wanting to be a writer, of course), and even now he was letting those words hurt the woman he loved?

"I was once a glorfied whore... Which is worst?" Satine responded quietely. Tears of shame and regrets from the past sprang to her eyes. Unable to suppress the torrent of emotions, she turned away from him, hugging herself for comfort.

"It wasn't like that. You had no choice! It was for survival..." When she didn't face him, he gently grabbed her elbow, forcing their eyes to meet. "I don't think you were just a whore, or just a can-can girl. You're the woman I love, and nothing can change that. Not my father, not Harold, not even the duke! I don't care what they say, they can't control us," Christian said with such conviction that Satine almost believed him.

**Don't give in to them** he thought to her.

Wipping her eyes, she smiled at him. **Come what may.**

"Now," Satine said, grabbing the letter from his hands, "are you going to read it? Or should I?"

Christian shook his head. "Throw it out."

Satine's face fell. "Why?"

"I won't let my father control our lives. Besides," he added, re-taking possession of the yellow enveloppe, "he said he wanted nothing to do with me. I feel the same way."

He threw the letter into the garbage can, and brushed passed Satine's confused expression to the kitchen.

"Aren't you the least bit curious?" she called after him.

**Nope.**

"You're impossible," she mumbled to herself. Christian emerged from the kitchen, carrying two very tempting, and very full, plates of food.

"Who's hungry?"

"Us!" Satine exclaimed, rushing (as fast as her swollen feet could carry her) to the table. Christian set the plate in front of her, and she immediately lunged for food, despite his amused (and amazed at how much she could eat in one sitting) expression.

Christian, however, barely touched his roast. Deep in thought, he picked at his supper with a fork, until Satine lifted her meat filled face from her plate. **Eat,** she ordered. **You have a big day tomorrow.**

But they had no idea how big that day would be.

***

The first performance of Christian's play was today. The entire Moulin was bustling with excitement. Finally, the much anticipated show was making it's appearance.

The day passes like a blur, filled with last minute preperations and last minute rehersals. Christian had seen to everything himself, of course, and Satine tagged along, more than happy to watch his show being prepared. Even thought it had been her dream to be an actress, she didn't care much for being on stage anymore. The twins were a much more important and rewarding project.

At last, everyone took their places. The seats were completely filled, with Satine and Christian at the front. The curtains opened, and Toulouse stood behind a worn commerce stand.

He performed his short monologue outstandingly. Satine could feel Chrsitian's joy radiating from everywhere inside her mind and soul. She smiled.

"Oh I come from a land, from a faraway place
Where the caravan camels roam
Where they cut off your ear
If they don't like your face
It's barbaric, but hey, it's home."

A strange feeling in her stomach caused her smile to fade. It intensified, then released and left as quickly as it came. She felt the twins' worry from inside her.

"When the wind's from the east
And the sun's from the west
And the sand in the glass is right
Come on down
Stop on by
Hop a carpet and fly
To another Arabian night. "

Another one came, this time stronger. The twins squirmed. Satine closed her eyes. Out of all the chances they could have gotten, they decide to be born now?

"Arabian nights
Like Arabian days
More often than not
Are hotter than hot
In a lot of good ways."

A third one. Christian must have felt that one because he suddenly turned to her and became ghostly white.

"Arabian nights
'Neath Arabian moons
A fool off his guard
Could fall and fall hard
Out there on the dunes."

**Now?!?**

Satine could only nod. Perfect. Just perfect.