Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own Moulin Rouge!!

A/N: Thanks all those who reviewed my story!! Tani, Kitty Kat, Kattydid, Beth, Liquidiamond, and of course Satine. Satine, you have been a lot of help!! This is dedicated to you, Satine, for helping me with this story and my other ones. You rock Satine!! Especially Wishes!!

Anyway, on with the show……….

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Christian whipped around, dead in front of the spinning cyclone. He reached behind him and grabbed the women's hand. He pulled her away from the tornado's path and straight into a cellar about fifteen feet away. The winds ripped at their sides as Christian pulled her forcefully towards safety. His only thoughts were about the occurring storm and the women that was with him. The wind speed picked up as the funnel came closer. They pried at Christian's heels to make him fall over but they were unsuccessful and only slowed him down.

Christian had now approached shelter. He grabbed at the cellar door and pulled her down with him. He left her off to the side of the cellar as he tied a tight bond to the door and went off to be by her.

"Are you alright m'am?" He asked her, breathlessly.

"Yes, sir. I am quite fine. Thank you." The women smiled at him and brushed the hair out of her face. The expression on her face could actually convince people that nothing was happening at that time. At least it did for Christian. He sat across from her and stared deep into her eyes, not seeming to remember what was going on around them.

"So, what's your name?" He asked her. The women blushed and pulled her sleek, sliver-blonde hair behind her ear.

"Tirips Live. I know it's a pretty, uh, interesting name, but, my mom was, uh, Greek," Christian hadn't been listening though, he was deeply concentrating on her good looks. She had silver-blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and red, sparkling lips. She blushed back at him and flipped her hair once or twice. Christian was so deep in concentration that he hadn't noticed her ask him the same question.

"Sir?! Uh, Sir!?!" Christian straightened up, attentively. "Your name?"

"Oh, sorry, uh, Christian….Christian James," He finally replied.

"Well, Christian, how long do you think this storm is going to last?" She asked, looking out a small window to her right. Christian followed her eyes in that direction and just shrugged. He wanted to last forever. He loved this women next to him. He wanted to marry her and have her be his forever and ever. Christian continued staring as she continued to blush. Finally she spoke to him once more.

"So, uh, where are you from?" She asked.

"I'm from, uh, actually, I don't exactly know, where I'm from," Christian looked down at the ground. He had forgotten where he came from. A worried look swept across his face. He hadn't even noticed the small grin across Tirips' face. She gently grasped Christian chin and brought up to face her. Christian once again fell under her spell.

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Satine's eyes slowly pried open. The winds and rain around her bothered her none. Her only concern was getting back to Christian. She slowly lifted her head off the ground only to clench with pain. Blood leaked from an open wound across her forehead and one in the back of her head. Tears filled her eyes. She wanted Christian now, more than anything.

"Christian!" She gasped as loud as she could. She felt incapable of speaking. Around her, the winds swirled. The funnel was getting closer to her and she needed to seek out a place for refuge. She used all her might to get up on her feet and began to limp away. Around ten feet away, she could make out a small door, probably one that led to a cellar. She quickly approached it and came up to the window, in hopes that the person (or persons) inside would help her.

Tears, once more, filled her eyes as a familiar black-headed boy and a silver-blonde headed women moved into a passionate kiss.

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Sorry that this chapter was kind of short but I couldn't think of more to write without giving away to much. Oh and about the girl, please, o, please don't hate me cause it's all for a reason and you'll see!! Trust me!!