A/N: Guess who?? It's me! Skytherin Satine McGregor formally known as Ewansbabie_MR!! I'm ready for my comeback!! Argh!! I sorta ignored Fanfiction for a while, but I'm back, ready to go cause I hate to leave you guys hanging!!

Christian quietly slumped back in his seat, twirling a rose between the tips of his fingers, admiring it's beauty. His hotel room was dark with pity for Toulouse and his heart was just as, along with growing pained for the longing of Satine. A guitarist beneath his window began to play, pouring a long slow melody through his head.

The mix of words from his latest poem and the tune of the song leaked together, spinning a beautiful new piece.

"We both lie silently still

In the dead of the night
Although we both lie close together
We feel miles apart inside"

His eyes looked up from the rose and directly met a picture of Satine he had hung on the dirty wall. If it hadn't seemed so impossible, he could have sworn that his dream was real. It had slightly perked him up, providing faith that perhaps, in the mist of the night, she'd be there, singing like a songbird to his heart.

"Was it something I said or something I did
Did the words not come out right
Though I tried not to hurt you
Though I tried
But I guess that's why they say"

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"I can only imagine,

What it will be like
When I walk
By Your side

I can only imagine
What my eyes will see
When Your face
Is before me
I can only imagine"

Satine's mind raced, a blur with love's thoughts and words. The words she had in her head rolled off her tongue. Night air whipped her cheeks through an open window opposite her bed. She was feeling comparatively well as opposed to earlier when she was out. The Duke was curled up by the foot of her bed. This didn't matter to her, however, because Christian was embedded in her thoughts.

"Surrounded by Your glory, what will my heart feel
Will I dance for your love or in awe of You be still
Will I stand in Your presence or to my knees will I fall
Will I sing hallelujah, will I be able to speak at all
I can only imagine"

A click of expensive shoes and a cane echoed down the hallway. A raspy voice soon followed, more than likely talking to him or herself.

"Truth….truth…..Beauty….truth….Freedom…..beauty…..beauty…..freedom…….but always love," they muttered. The words sunk into Satine's heart, Toulouse, was it? Could it be? She yanked her covers off and slipped her legs out. "Toulouse? Toulouse Lautrec?" She said breathlessly. The clicking stopped, ears listened intently. "Mari Raymond Toulouse Lautrec," Satine exclaimed sternly.

"Mademoiselle Satine?" The clicking suddenly errupted again and then appeared in the door way, his stunning 4 foot tall body and astray hair. Satine threw her lanky pale arms around his neck.

"Toulouse," She sighed. "What are you doing in England?"

"Medical treatment….." Toulouse seemed pleased to see her, but then Zidler burst inside his head. Christian's Back….they will be reunited……for once…. "Satine, I have splendid news……"

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"Chorus:
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn

Yeah it does

I listen to our favorite song
Playing on the radio
Hear the DJ say loves a game of easy come and
Easy go
But I wonder does he know
Has he ever felt like this
And I know that you'd be here somehow
If I could have let you know somehow
I guess"

Christian hummed his bars and cropped the rose upon his poem paper. Tears swelled his eyes now.

The musician's music grew louder, singing him into his world of love once again.

"Though it's been a while now
I can still feel so much pain
Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals
But the scar, that scar remains

I know I could have saved a love that night
If I'd known what to say
Instead of makin' love
We both made our separate ways

But now I hear you found somebody new
And that I never meant that much to you
To hear that tears me up inside
And to see you cuts me like a knife
I guess"

Yes, the world was sucking him in once more, but he refused to go. He shoved himself away from his desk and stood up. He buried his cold hands deep into his pockets and looked menacingly out the window.

A large bubbly man with fiery red hair was off towards his way, humming some of Lady Marmalades song. The man wasn't a secret man, it was Charles Zidler.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Nothing much happened in here, but I figured I should up date anyway. So, the next chappy will be better and you can expect that sooner!! I love all you guys!!

Tani, Bere, and Satine……oh my gosh guys, I'm so sorry for like not answering in a while, I will tomorrow!! Satine-your email doesn't work I don't think cause I emailed you and it said there was prob with it. Any ideas??

Review!! : )

BTW- The songs I used are Every Rose has it's thorn by Poison and I can only Imagine.