After The Show

A.N. I realized I forgot to put a disclaimer in Chapter one. It's my first story, give me a break. Anyway, none of the following characters belong to me: Christian Satine Harold Marie The four bohemians The Duke And now, on with the story.
Chapter Two: Past and Future
It was the couple's last few hours aboard the ship. Christian sat at his typewriter, looking at Satine. She hadn't said much since arriving on the boat. She didn't seem to be mad at him, but she was defiantly lost in her own thoughts. He went over to her and gently rubbed her shoulders. "So, what family do you have in America? I thought you were pure French." He asked her softly, trying to break the silence. "Oh, you don't want to know about my family. It's nothing special." She replied. "How can your family not be special? They're related to you, after all" Christian joked. "Well, my family has had a house in America since I was about three. We used to go to New York in the summer for vacations. It was a lovely place, but it wasn't home to me. When I was twelve my parents died, and my aunt and uncle were stated to take me in. I hated my aunt and uncle with a passion, and couldn't picture living with them. And to make matters worse, they wanted to take me to the house in America, not just for a vacation but for the rest of my life. I couldn't have that, so I faked my own death for my aunt and uncle and stayed in Paris while they took my sister and cousin to New York. I lived on the streets for awhile until Harold saw me and took me into the Moulin Rouge. I was so grateful for food and shelter that I didn't care what I had to do to get it." Christian sat listening to Satine's story. He now understood her reaction when she had first heard his "all you need is love" speech. "No, being on the streets, that's terrible". Christian pulled himself back into the present. Satine had paused for a moment, and continued her story. "A few weeks before you came, I received a letter from my sister. She knew I was alive, and had kept my secret all these years. My aunt and uncle have both passed away. So I guess when we get to New York, we'll be meeting my sister Taylor and my cousin Peter. " As if on cue, the boat arrived at its destination. Christian and Satine walked into the busy harbor, with Satine leading the way one the hunt for her family. Suddenly, she heard a female voice calling her name. "Satine! Over here!" Satine spun around and saw her sister and cousin. She walked over to them, with Christian following. A young woman, obviously Taylor, introduced herself as well as Peter. Satine introduced Christian to her family, and offered her condolences on the passing of her aunt and uncle. "Don't be sorry. You were smart to try and escape." Taylor said. "Anyway, how are you? The letter from your boss said you were sick." Satine stopped and thought. It was the first time her illness had been mentioned since leaving Paris. "I'm fine. Really. I just needed to go where the air is cleaner. " The four walked out into the bright sun. Christian was amazed at just how bright it was. In Paris, it had seemed to be cloudy all the time, or at least the dust filled air made it seem that way. It was the same back in London. But here there was no dust. On the ride back to the house, Taylor revealed that she and Peter had since moved out into nearby apartments, so Satine and Christian would have the house to themselves. Satine couldn't believe it. Her own house. Best of all, it wasn't shaped like an elephant. It was a real home. Perfect for building her future with Christian.