Disclaimer - I, do not own the rights to the "Sparkling Diamond[s]" of a movie, "Moulin Rouge" (If I did I would be a genius going by the name of Baz Luhrmann). I am simply one of the "Children of the Revolution" (Although one of "Elephant [Melody]" proportions) that writes fanfiction "Because We Can". "Come What May", but please do not sue me or I will be a "Sad Hindi Diamond". May this be "Your Song" and may you say "Some Day I'll Fly Away"! (I do not own the songs used in this story or in the titles of the chapters either.)

*A Bohemian Storm Is Brewing*

Truth * Beauty * Freedom * Love

~Casidy

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"Quoi Qu'il Arrive"

~ Part XXXVIII: One More Day ~
By Casidy

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The lovers' days were filled only with each other. They had no obligations and no worries since Satine's illness had completely disappeared. Christian's writing had flourished and since Satine had recuperated he had not been racked with writer's block. Tacked to the walls and completely covering their room were papers full of Christian's writing.

Christian sat where he most often did, at his typewriter. His fingers were still and he sat back in his chair gazing out the window when Satine came strolling trough the door. She stopped when she saw him sitting completely still. The top two buttons of his shirt open and he had un-tucked it causing the starch white fabric to wrinkle. Smiling faintly, she tiptoed across the room until she was standing directly behind him. Leaning over, she grazed her lips up his neck, making only the slightest of contact. Although he had not realized she was behind him, he wasn't startled by the action. As she finally connected her lips fully to his neck he let out a moan.

Christian reached around and took Satine by the hand and pulled her into his lap. When she was settled comfortably in his lap she curled up with him in his large leather backed chair. It was then that he realized she held something in her hand.

"What do you have there?" he asked looking at the envelope in her hand.

Satine sat up excitedly and handed the envelope to her husband. "It's a letter from Emmy!" she exclaimed excitedly.

Christian ripped open the letter quickly and unfolded the paper,

Dearest Chris and Satine,

The two of you have been in everyone's thoughts constantly, since you left. Even father is worried. He complains everyday about how his own son won't write a short letter and post it when he is probably sitting in front of a typewriter all day long. Please send word of how the two of you are.

Everything here is wonderful. Philip's trial began just after you left. It was a quick case and he was sentenced to five years. The case gave Madeline grounds for a divorce and she and Alex plan to be married in the summer, once the divorce in final.

Mrs. Wilesly left London and word has it she's off to Italy to meet another candidate for husband. Keep an eye out for her, who knows where she might turn up to torment the two of you.

I've been busy too, my flute teacher sent several of the pieces I'd composed to a friend of hers and one of my songs is going to be published! It's only one song of course but it's a start. I'm so excited! Now you have to write something to be published Chris, of course if you would just send something of yours away it would be published in an instant. Satine will have to convince you to decide which of your masterpieces will be the first. And for pressuring you I believe a certain little sister deserves a signed first addition.

As I mentioned earlier, everyone's been wondering how the two of you were doing. I wonder how you have been fairing in Italy. I love Green Sky but it was so lonely last fall when I visited because I didn't have anyone with me. I wonder if you've met Sophia yet. You probably have. She always brought me cookies whenever she saw me outside. She's a darling little thing. Make sure to bring me back some of her baklava, mmm.

I'm sure the two of you are having a lovely time, just the two of you. Sort of a belated honeymoon. If you ever get bored I found a little bohemian style bar in town. It's about half a mile down Maine, after you pass the fountain with the big statue of the angle. It's called Bikipce's. Whatever you do, don't try the Greekfire.

Please write soon.

Love always,

Emily

Christian folded his sister's letter and stretched over Satine to lay the paper on his desk. "So, how would you like to go to Bikipsie's?"

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Satine entered the bar on Christian's arm and instantly felt at home. How was it that everywhere they went they always ended up back ware they started? Once again they had found their way into a bohemian bar, filled with brilliant ideas and un-measurable talent.

The couple had both stopped just inside the doorway observing their surroundings. The bar was small, especially in comparison to the Moulin Rouge, but it had the same atmosphere. It had a very different look however. This place was dark, the candles spaced out and none of the brilliant colors and electric lights that had given the Moulin Rouge such an amazing ambience.

"Oh Christian," Satine breathed, "It's perfect."

He led her to a small table against a wall, near the dance floor and a waitress came over quickly to take their orders.

"Maybe it's time you took your sister's advice on more than just what restaurant to go to."

He looked at her suspiciously, "What do you mean?"

"Why don't you have something published?"

"Satine, I don't know-" he began.

"Oh but Christian, you're so gifted." she interrupted, "Emily said it would take you mere seconds to convince a publisher to print some of your works."

"But what would I submit?" he argued, "All I've ever written are poems and Spectacular, Spectacular."

"I once asked you to write our story," she said leaning across the table to be closer to him, "why not write a book about our love? You are the only person that could ever put it into words."

Christian took her cheek in the palm of his hand, "Would you like that darling? If I told our story?"

"Oh yes, that way everyone could be part of what we have. We could share the gift we've been given with everyone."

"Then I'll do it for you my darling. I'll write our story."

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After dinner the couple danced to every song the band would play. As the hour grew later more and more people arrived and the small bar became too crowded to walk around in, much less dance in.

With the people also came a sense of very little space and it seemed there was no air, only smoke from the flaming ends of the boho's cigarettes and the pungent smell of the house specialty, Greekfire.

Christian could not tolerate the crowd anymore and began to yell to Satine over the noise, "Darling, why don't we go home?" he called to her.

No sooner had the words left his mouth then he noticed Satine swaying slightly. He grabbed hold of her arm to keep her steady. She continued to shake and suddenly the coughing fits began again in a rush.

It was only moments before she was leaning her entire body against Christian and had buried her head in his shoulder trying to elevate the immense weight. She then began to gasp for air but there was none to be had in the smoky bar. With blood dripping down her chin she fell, completely limp, against her love.