A/N: ok chapter 11 up....this is getting kind of long isnt it...well i have 18 chpaters written at the moment and i need to finish it still....i will some where and there will most likely be a sequal...or 2. hehe i hope u guys like it!
oh 7 DAYS TILL THE NEW HARRY POTTER MOVIE! YAY!....only 3 more days of school, all of which are half days! Soo happy school is almost out! only 2 more years!
This chapter is dedicated to the Steelheads! CUZ THEY KICK ARSE! (AA Hockey Team here who won the Kelly cup! some of the best games i have been to.) and my Scottish Lover Ewan...Stay safe on your trip and Wear Bug Spray like I told you! ne ways enough crap from me On With The Show....
Chapter 11.
Mean while Christian set out to find his father. While he walked around the halls of his old home, he had some time to think. 'Why was his father being so kind?' he thought that his father would refuse to help him. They had not parted on good terms. Someone calling his name pulled Christian out of his deep thoughts.
His little brother Adam came running out of his room.
"Christian! I am so glad to see you." He said throwing his arms around him in a big bear hug.
"Its good to see you too, Adam." Christian said with a smile. "How have you been? I have missed you a lot."
"I've been good, just finishing up school, and been working on my songs."
"You will have to play them for me some time."
"Yea, and you could write me some lyrics."
"I have some songs I can show you already, but later I need to find father at the moment."
"Ok, and he is in the study on the first floor."
"Thanks Adam." He said heading towards the stairs.
"Oh and Christian, he has changed." Adam called after him causing Christian to stop.
"What do you mean changed?"
"He is kinder, more lenient. He hasn't been pushing me anymore."
"Do you know why?"
"No, but I think that its because you left. He knew he shouldn't have pushed you like he did; he should have respected you and supported you like mother did. I just think he doesn't want to lose me to."
"I see, well that's a good thing." He said going down the stairs.
Christian knocked on the door to the study.
"Come in" he head come from the other side. He took a deep breath and entered.
His father was sitting at his desk looking over some charts.
"And what can I do for you Christian?" he asked looking up.
"Ummm, Satine is awake." He said taking a seat across from him.
"Really, that is good news." Thomas said looking surprised.
"Yea, ummm what are we going to do?"
"I don't know, what are you willing to do?"
"Anything."
"Anything? It's going to be hard on both you and her."
"We know, but we will do anything. Will you help us?"
"Christian, I don't know why I should help you. You left with out my permission and you have always went against me and my rules."
"But you were trying to make me do something I didn't want to."
"But a doctor is a more stable profession than a writer. You would have had more money, more security."
"Father I know you wanted the best for me, but money doesn't matter to me. And writing can pay well. Look at Shakespeare and Dickens."
"But why should I help you."
"Because I am you son no matter what you say. I'm you blood. And because if I lose Satine you will lose me as well. I cant live with out her by my side."
His father thought about this. He had already lost him once, he couldn't do it again. What would his wife think of him if he did? "Fine." He said. "But on one condition, you work with me for a year when this is all over. No matter the outcome, you will come and work for me. So you have something to fall back on if this writing doesn't work out."
Christian thought about this for a moment, "Deal." He would do anything for Satine.
"Now go, I need to contact some colleagues and we will discuss what is best for Satine."
"Thank you father, thank you." Christian said getting up and leaving the room.
As soon as Christian left the room his father sat back in his chair and rubbed his head. Satine was in bad shape, she might not show it, but her body was breaking down. It would take a miracle to save her. But they would try, he had to give them some credit on how determined they were. They reminded him somewhat of him and his wife when they were younger.
Thomas pulled a journal out of his desk and started writing letters to his colleagues, who he thought could help.
A/N: oOooOO what is going to happen?!?!
Disclaimer: Christian and Satine belong to the Sexy(well sometimes) Genius known as Baz...aka Movie God.