A/N: Don't own anything!! Well, cept the stuff I bout for myself.....LOL, but none of that has to do with my story.

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The letter was dropped, Christian's cold and shaking hand towering over it from above the ground where the letter lay. The life of his Satine was in danger and now he need a way to get back to her. The world around him was shattering with the sounds of guns blasting into the bleak sky. New friends he had come close to were screaming with agony, saying their last words and breathing their last breaths. Beside him in the trench was his friend, Timothy Rector, a tall man with black hair and a small goatee. Together, they had been through the harsh conditions. It was on this day that Timothy had spotted the letter when Christian had dropped it and picked it up.

"Christian?" Timothy read over the letter, meeting Christian's dull eyes afterwards. "What's this about?"

"My love......Satine......" He muttered in reply, his face glazed over.

"I've been in love once......her name was Kristin......" Timothy began. "She went away to the Moulin Rouge to live out her dream of being on stage....." Christian froze as he spoke these words. Hearing the name of the Moulin Rouge made him shiver as he remembered. Timothy looked at him still, feeling an odd vibe. "You all right?"

"........Satine......she was the star of the Moulin Rouge....." Christian muttered softly. "....she faked her death so she wouldn't be discovered by........by Snape......"

"Snape?" Timothy leaned against his riffle he had stuck into the ground.

"A former lover......." Christian replied, fixing his gaze upon the ground. He then went on to explain his past and what had happened before he had left. When he had finished, Timothy looked over the trench's side. Raymond Sturgill, the sergeant, came to them.

"Rector, Timothy?" He said in his stiff and stern voice. Timothy glanced back at Christian. He was supposed to be leaving on a military leave. But, the thought of Christian separated from home tore at his heart. The sergeant began to get impatient, looking at the two men.

"That's him....." Timothy pointed to Christian, who glared back.

"Right then, grab your stuff and follow me....." The sergeant said with a tinge of frustration.

"What are you doing? You could go home? See Kristin!" Christian whispered.

"I have nothing left. You have the world ahead of you. Get going......Your love is waiting for you." Timothy smiled at Christian and tossed his stuff at him. Christian climbed out of the trench and gave one last look at Timothy, smiled, and then went off with the sergeant.

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A few days after that, Snape still hadn't returned. Satine was left, alone, and fearful for when he would return. Anne and Thomas didn't seem to mind so much. They enjoyed their time away from the "slave master" of theirs. They still laughed and played, but were forever tortured by the thoughts of their father, fighting in the war.

Satine often cried herself to sleep, not able to control her overbearing emotion for the man that could have been her husband, the one that she wanted ever so desperately to be so. Her children saw her pain and didn't know what to do about it. For now, all she could do was pray.

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Christian came down the familiar streets of Montmartre, directed towards Satine's home. He had his bag gripped firmly in both his hands. The memory of his quarrel with Satine had long since subsided, knowing that she would have him in his time of need.

He slowly walked closer and closer towards the old building. His dreams were all about to come back to him, all thanks to Timothy. The towering home was looming over him, he wasn't quite sure whether he was willing to deal with the same old hurt and anger, but he felt that he needed to try.

And so, he walked on, stepping through the front doors and up the steps to Satine's abode.

Three soft knocks on the door were not answered within three minutes. He quietly opened the door and walked inside, being sure to shut it behind him. No one was home, it seemed, but the mess from breakfast was scattered about. He placed his bags on the floor and walked into his bedroom. He picked up a picture of Satine and smiling happily, hoping that they would be together soon.

Little did her know, that he was not alone in the house.

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