A/N:ok chapter 8 is now up and running. Thx to Tani and purplestarz2006 (I love your stuff, one of my fav fanfic autors!!) for the reviews. And yes I love fluffy fics to they are just so....fluffy.

Chapter 8.

Finally the carriage came to a stop.

Christian jumped down and held out his hand to Satine. She gratefully grabbed it as he helped her out. Satine gasped as she looked up. She was staring at a huge manor. It was the biggest house she had ever seen, it could rival the Moulin. And then there were the gardens they looked enormous. Whey would anyone want to run away from this?

Christian just watched her as she took in the place he grew up. As he looked at it as well, it brought back so many memories. Good and bad.

He walked up next to her and wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Ready?" he asked her.

"Yes, how about you?"

"As ready as I'll ever be." He said kissing the side of her head and leading her up to the door.

As he knocked on the door she felt that familiar tightening in he chest that she dreaded. She tried to hold it back but she failed. As Christian turned around to look at her she starting coughing. Satine felt dizzy and fell into his arms.

"Satine...oh god, Satine. You will be ok..." Christian said panicked as her world started to go black.

The last thing Satine saw before everything went black was the door to the house opening.

Christian looked up from Satine and looked into the face of one of the old maids.

"Master Christian what are you-" She stopped in mid sentence as she saw Satine unconscious in his arms.

"Sarah...Hurry get my father" Christian told the maid.

She just stared at him and then hurried off, into the house.

Christian took Satine in his arms and carried her into the house. He laid her on the couch and than knelt down besides her.

"You will be alright" he said kissing her forehead and grabbing her hand.

After a minuet or so Christian's father Thomas walked in.

"Christian what on earth are you doing here?!" he asked upon seeing his son.

"It's a long story, can we get around to it later. Right now the woman I love is dying! Will you help her," Christian said impatiently.

Thomas just now noticed the woman laying on the couch unconscious. He looked into the face of his son and noticed the pain and urgency in his eye.

"What is wrong with miss.." He trailed off coming to his side.

"Satine...and she has consumption." He said in awe, he didn't think his father would help him this easy.

"How bad is it?"

"I dunno, very I think. She has attacks often."

"Sarah go get my bag out of my office and hurry."

The maid hurried out of the room and down the hall.

"Christian we need to move her...ummm your room will due I guess, it is closest to the bathroom." He said standing up.

Christian did as he was told and picked Satine up and carried her up the stairs. Once they made it to his room he gently laid her on the bed and pulled the covers over her.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked his father.

"Get a wet washcloth from the bathroom for her forehead she is burning up."

Christian did as he was told and ran into the bathroom and got a washcloth. When he returned he saw that his dad has gotten his bag and was giving Satine some medicine.

"Just put that on her forehead and this medicine should help the fever. But other than that we can't do too much till I know how bad she is. I will do a checkup and then I will send some of her blood to the lab. I should know within 2 days." His father said getting a needle out. He took her blood as Christian sat next to her holding her hand. He wasn't going to leave her side until she was better.

After the checkup his father left to take some stuff to the lab and look over his results. Leaving Christian with Satine who still hadn't woken up.

Christian just sat there next to her. He prayed that she would be all right.

Never Knew I could feel like this,

Like I've never seen the sky before Want to Vanish inside your kiss,

Every day I love you more and more.

Listen to my heart can you hear it sing Telling me to give you everything

Seasons may change winter to spring

But I love you, until the end of time.

Come What May, Come What May

I will love you until my dying day.

Christian squeezed her hand "Come what may Satine, I'll be here." He whispered through his tears.

A/N: Come What May...Ewan and Nic of course.