Disclaimer: All MR characters, situations, etc. belong to the all powerful BAZ!

ALL HAIL BAZ!! LONG LIVE BAZ!! *cough cough* Ok…Somewhere in Time belongs to…wait…who made that movie?? Oh well, we all know it wasn't me! I am just borrowing someone else's ideas…no creativity here! No sir!

Anyone ever seen the movie Somewhere in Time? If you have…YEA! No? Oh…do go and rent it. It's about love…over coming all obstacles…even time! It's sorta cheesy but it's good. I watched it today and felt inspired to write a new fan fic loosely based on the movie. This is just the beginning intro…more to come!

Another time

This story is about…another time, another place.

(present day)

"And so, If Einstein had more time to improve his theories, we might be able to time travel now, today. But would we be responsible enough with this power? that's what we will discuss during our next class period. See you next week." The professor turned his back on the class as they began to pack up their things. Christian James zipped up his backpack and stood, looking at his group of friends. They had all planned on taking this course so their summer would be free to go to Paris. Their college had a student exchange program that they were all anxious to take advantage of. Rick and Nina wanted to go for the romance, Tal wanted to go for artistic inspiration, Harry wanted to go to meet what he called "hot French women" and Christian, well Christian wasn't sure why. He always had had a desire to travel, although his father was always worried he would become a sort of gypsy or boho. But when he saw the poster announcing the trip to Paris, he felt drawn to it. His friends all had reasons to go, but Christian just had a feeling, an instinct. Harry looked at him and smiled.

"If I could time travel I'd go back and hook up with Marilyn Monroe!" Harry wiggled his eyebrows and nudged Christian. Nina slapped his arm, and gave him a disgusting look.

"Are you always thinking about hooking up with someone?" She sighed and moved down the aisle, out of the lecture hall.

"Everyone except you!" Harry called back to her. Rick shoved past Harry and muttered something about him having a big mouth before he caught up with Nina. They walked out of the classroom, arms around each others waists.

"Don't forget about the play tonight!" Tal called after them. Nina turned her head and smiled, nodded yes as they disappeared out the door. Christians third play was going to open tonight at the college theater, a romantic comedy about mishaps and mistaken identities. He wasn't sure it would be as popular as his first two plays, dramas with intense themes. His peers had asked him to take a chance and write a lighter play for his third. Christian shook his head and looked at Tal.

"I wish you'd stop reminding everyone. I'm not so sure I'm ready for my first failure to be a big public experience." The three boys started to leave the classroom.

"What are you so worried about?" asked Tal.

"Yea…this can't be you FIRST failure." teased Harry. Christian winced and chuckled.

"Thanks Harry, knew I could count on you." The professor had just closed up his briefcase and looked up as the three friends were about to step out the classroom door.

"Christian," the professor took a few steps toward him, "Good luck tonight. I'm looking forward to your play." Christian tried to smile and thank the professor but he just felt more ill. He had always been taught to write about what he knew. Comedy and romance weren't two of his top subjects. The three friends walked down the hall and parted ways, each having things to do before the opening of the play. Christian decided to go straight to the theater and see if there was any last minute things he could fix, change, or rewrite. The sky was an overcast gray color, threatening to rain down on Christian as he made his way across campus.

"Great color to match my optimistic mood." Christian muttered. He drew up his jacket collar as he neared the theater. As he walked closer he saw the front door was still chained. He strode to the back of the theater and used his key to enter the building. He felt slightly at ease as he entered the building, just as he always had. He loved the theater, the transformation of the stage, and even the stress of being a playwright. The theater smelled of must and wood, makeup and paint, even the slightest smell of marijuana. It all rolled into a scent that was unique that belonged to just this theater, and yet all theaters had elements of the same scents. Christian turned on one row of house lights and went out to sit in one of the plush red chairs. He was too nervous to eat, and he feared that if he started revising or changing the script now, it would be the end of him. He looked at his watch, probably a good hour before even the house manager would arrive. Christian pulled out his homework. He hadn't read the chapter that his professor had lectured on today since he had been so busy with the play.

"The time travel theory and it's moral issues." Christian read the title out loud. "Great, sounds like a perfect page turner."

(3 months later)

Christians play had opened to mixed reviews. He had moved past the criticisms and decided not to tackle any more romantic comedies. He was working on a romantic tragedy instead. He was typing out the first paragraph when he heard a knock on his apartment door. Christian saved his new play and shut his laptop. There was another knock, louder this time.

"Ok! ok…" Christian mumbled as he approached the door. The knocking started again, and Christian opened the door quickly. Harry almost fell into the apartment.

"Finally! Will you come on! We are going to miss the plane!" Harry walked in and took hold of Christian's luggage that waited on the living room couch. "I've got the taxi waiting downstairs, grab your last bag and let's go!" Harry left without looking back, leaving the apartment door wide open. Tal peeked in and smiled.

"I hope those bags were the right ones." Tal stood in the doorway, watching Christian pack up his laptop. Christian chuckled.

"Yes they were, but I thought we had a bit more time to get to the airport." Christian moved his backpack onto his shoulder.

"Your lucky, I had to stall Harry before we got here, he picked me up at six this morning!" Tal laughed and rolled his eyes. "He's just so excited."

"And he just can't hide it?" Christian walked out into the hallway with Tal, locking his door behind him. Just then a car horn blared out on the street. Tal and Christian looked at each other and rolled their eyes. Tal held Christian back for just a minute.

"Let him sweat a little more…" Tal told him in a hush.

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The five students arrived in Paris and settled into their dorms that they would occupy for the summer. Nina was upset that her dorm was across campus from the boys but after assurance from Rick that they would still be together the whole summer she seemed to be ok. The first few days were busy for them all. Orientation, class schedules, greet and meets. It wasn't until the second week that any of them had time to sight see. Harry suggested going to the Moulin Rouge. He had been told of the can can girls and thought he probably had a chance hooking up with at least on of them. Tal had agreed to go but Rick and Nina passed, deciding to go to the Eiffel tower first. Christian reluctantly went with Harry and Tal. He would've rather worked on his play, which was falling into place nicely. Boy meets girl, they fall in love, girl ditches boy….but he wasn't sure of an ending.

As the boys walked into Montmartre, Christian felt a sense of Deja Vu. The smells that filled the air were different here than in the newer parts of town. It reminded him of a theater. He looked around at the old buildings, wondering if they were ever new looking, full of life. Christian had learned somewhere that this area of town used to be run by revolutionaries. People wanting to change life into something better. But now look at it. He wondered where those people had gone, who they had turned into.

Harry laughed loudly as he turned the corner, his face bathed in red light. Tal and Christian joined him, staring up at the red windmill, now famous as the signal for the Moulin Rouge.

"Let's go boys!" Harry crossed the street and walked closer to the building. Tal looked at Christian and then back to where Harry was quickly disappearing.

"You going in?" Tal asked, his voice loud as to carry over the noise of the street. Christian looked and him and shrugged his shoulders.

"Sure, I guess…You?" Christian took a step into the street, following after Harry. Tal just followed after Christian, his answer in his movement. The two caught up with Harry just outside the club. Harry turned and smiled brightly, pointing to the pictures of the can can dancers. Christian and Tal just smiled and nodded back to him, the noise of the club too loud to try and shout over it. They entered the packed club and almost immediately got separated in the crowd.

"Meet back here in an hour?" Tal shouted to Christian. Christian nodded and turned to yell the message to Harry, but he was already too far away to reach. Christian maneuvered through the crowd, trying to get to one side of the club. He managed to reach a wall and moved forward along the side. Suddenly the crowd became louder than before as a new group of girls took the stage. Christian almost became crushed as the crowd surged forward. He spotted a door coming up and decided to try to escape through it. He opened it, pushing all his weight against it to get it wide enough so he could slip in. He barely made it through before another surge shut the door, almost taking his fingers off.

He sighed and struggled to see where he was. His eyes were adjusting to the dim light of what seemed to be a hallway. He felt along the wall for a light switch but couldn't find anything. He had a moment of deja voo, as if he knew his surroundings. His hand following the wall, Christian took cautious steps forward. After a few moments his eyes had adjusted to the light and he could see yet another door up ahead. He slowly turned the handle and opened the door. Inside was an even darker area. He reached against the wall where he thought there should be a light switch and felt one. Odd, he thought. Flipping it on, light filled the room and spilled into the hallway. Christian had to adjust his eyes yet again, the light blinding him momentarily. He walked into the newly discovered room, noticing that everything was covered in white sheets and dust. He slowly lifted a sheet that was closest to him. Underneath was an old billboard, an advertisement for the Moulin Rouge back in the 30's.

"Wow" he muttered, "Tal would like to see that." Christian moved to the next cloth covered object and peeked underneath. An old wooden desk was hiding under the sheet and dust. Christian opened the top drawer. Inside were papers, documents it seemed.

"Harold Ziedler, proprietor." Christian read from the papers out loud. He looked into the other drawers only to find more papers, bills, and even an old flyer for the Moulin Rouge at the turn of the century. It had a picture of a red head on a swing in the center.

"Satine, the Sparkling Diamond" were the words under her picture. Christian laid the flyer on top of the desk as he moved to a tall sheet. He pulled it off to reveal a dress makers mannequin that wore a breathtaking pink feathered outfit. He moved back to the picture of the red head. She was wearing a black sequined leotard and a top hat. He looked back to the pink outfit.

"I wonder if you wore this outfit too." Christian kept wandering about the room, looking at the old memorabilia. There were more flyers, an old small piano, some red curtains, a few top hats and someone's tux. Christian looked down at his watch and noticed that two hours had passed. He had been lost in this room of memories, some of them even feeling like his own. He made his way out of the room, moving everything back into place. As he moved back out into the dark hallway suddenly a rough pair of hands grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around. The tall bulky man shouted at him in French, asking him what he took, why he was back here, and if he should call the police. Christian tried to answer as best as he could in French. The Man removed his hands from Christians shoulders and took a step back, he began to chuckle and spoke to him in English.

"Do you know what you just told me? That you think you are a poodle and that you are lost? Stupid American, get out now before I throw you out." Christian wasted no time in rebuttal. He smiled politely and headed down the dark hallway to the door that lead out. He pushed against the door, but found it easy to open. The club had dropped in numbers but was still busy. Christian wandered towards the bar, wondering if his friends had left already. Tal spotted him first and waved him over to their table. Both Tal and Harry had found dates for the evening. Christian introduced himself but then made excuses to leave.

"Awww, come on! We'll find you someone!" Harry was the first to complain.

"Yea Chris," Tal was the next to speak up, "if I can find a girl…you gotta!"

"Sorry guys but I gotta feeling that the girl I want isn't here." Christian started to leave the table.

"You and those feelings!" Harry stood and moved towards Christian, "You gotta get over them and just go for broke! Your only young once man! Stay!"

"Sorry, maybe I'll be young tomorrow night." Christian excused himself and walked away from his friends and into the Parisian night air. He crossed the street, thinking he'd have a better chance of hailing a cab the further he moved away from the club. Looking up at the structure across from the Moulin Rouge he could make out faint words on the side of the building.

"Hotel Blanche? Is that it?" He wondered. He followed the line of sight from the second story window to the Moulin Rouge.

"I bet you can see the club better from up there." Christian thought. A cab was driving slowly down the street and Christian raised his hand to catch the drivers attention. He was excited to get back to the dorm and his laptop. He finally had a name for his lead girl. Satine.