I finally got around to writing the next chapter. YAY! I didn't get many reviews for my last chapter, but maybe this one will get more. I'm almost done. One more chapter to go and then I'm done. Boo hoo, I know. But I'm out of ideas. So review before I'm done!

It had been three weeks since Satine's operation, and Christian was sitting on the windowsill of his tiny hotel room, singing.

Every night in my dreams

I see you, I feel you

That is how I know our love goes on

Far across the distance

And spaces between us

Love is here to show it goes on

Near, far where ever you are

I believe that our love goes on

Once more you open the door

And you're here in my heart and

My heart will go on and on.

He had just returned from his nightly visit to Satine, and was now watching the sunrise thinking of her. He missed Satine more then anything else in the world, and could hardly wait another week till they ran away together. Their small amount of time together left them both excited about their soon to be escape. Mostly all they talked about during Christian's visits where their plans for the wedding and their life together afterwards. A week, he reminded himself. Only one more week and we will be free of the Moulin Rouge and the Duke.

The Duke had not been a problem the past month. Harold's infamous lies had once again saved Satine and him from disaster. The Duke was so caught up in himself he did not even offer to visit Satine in fear that he may become sick as well. It was rumored that he had started an affair with another Diamond Dog, Nini. Without the Duke to worry about life for Satine and Christian was almost calm.

Christian was tired from being up all night, so he laid down and immediately fell asleep. In his dreams he saw Satine, and she was in labor, but something was wrong. Instead of a doctor helping the baby out it was the Duke. Satine was screaming and crying for Christian to come and help her, but when he tried to move he was held back by Warner. Laughing hysterically the Duke was holding the new born infant in two hands, one on its head and one on its chest. With one swift motion the duke broke the baby's neck. Christian screamed as he saw Satine's neck break at the same time. Christian woke up screaming and gasping for air. Something was wrong. Although he knew that the baby was not born yet and the Duke would never be the doctor during birth, the dream was a sign. Something was wrong and Satine needed him.

Christian was clothed and out the door in two minutes. It took him a half hour to finally get a taxi and arrive at his old garret. He raced to the door and up the steps two at a time. Christian was in such a rush he did not see the Duke walking up the street from the Moulin Rouge to the garret. He barged through the door so loudly that Satine jolted awake from the peaceful sleep she was in. She looked at her love standing in the door way, panting and looking terrified for a moment. Then she went over and pulled him onto the bed where she sat next to him looking deeply into his eyes. "Christian, what's the matter?" She could see the fear in his eyes. Christian shook his head to clear his thoughts. He had been wrong. Everything was fine. It was just a dream. No it wasn't. Christian thought back. Something wasn't right. "The Duke, has he been here?" Satine was surprised. Why would Christian think the Duke had come by? "No." "Yes" A mousy voice said from near the door.

The Duke stood, fuming, at the door. He had felt that after three weeks Satine should be in enough health to be able to see him again. Apparently her sickness had only been another one of Zeidler's lies. It was a decoy so she could be alone with the writer. I am sick of their lies. The Duke thought. "I thought you where sick." He said to Satine. "And you. You where supposed to be gone. Left forever, leaving Satine free for me." "I will never leave Satine! Only death can keep me away!" Christian shouted. He wouldn't let the Duke have her, ever. Christian would die fighting for Satine if that is what it took. "I'll see to that." The Duke smiled as Warner walked into the room, gun in hand. "You see, Warner does what I tell him to and nothing else. He does not think on his own, and so without my command he will not shoot you. But if I give the word you will have a bullet decorating your heart." Satine gasped and pulled tighter onto Christians arm, who was by now standing. "What do you want me to do?" Christian asked, although he already knew the answer. "Leave, leave and this time never return." Christians reply was short. "No." The Duke glared at Christian, who returned the look with just as much venom. "You are determined, but you are also a fool. I'm giving you a chance. Leave now." "No." "LEAVE!" "DEATH FIRST!" "Christian no!" Satine cried, but it was to late. The Duke turned to Warner. "You heard him. The dumb bastard would rather die than leave this whore. So kill him."

Satine rose and stood next to Christian, as Warner pulled out his gone. For a fleeting second Christian thought he saw guilt through the man-servant's eyes. Warner mumbled a short "I'm sorry" as the gun shot rang out. Warner lowered his head to his hands and started to pray. Satine screamed and began to sway slightly and fainted just as all the Bohemians came crashing into the room, after hearing the gun shot. Toulouse looked quickly around the room and saw Warner in prayer, Christian sitting on the bed cradling the unconscious Satine, and the Duke sprawled on the floor with a bullet decorating his heart.

"Why? Why did you shoot the Duke?" Satine asked a little while later. Harold, Marie, and Chocolate had been called, and they where all sitting around the garret. The Duke's body was taken away by the doctor. No one felt the need to inform the police of what happened. Now everyone's attention was on Warner. His answer was slow but confident. "I guess I realized that Christian really would die for Satine and that their love is unique. I couldn't destroy it and the Duke would never let them love in peace. So I shot him." "Thank you" Satine said between tears. Christian was holding her smiling. It's all over. He kept thinking. No more Duke to worry about. Satine is going to be ok, and we are going to live happily ever after.

"I think we should all be going now." Harold cut in. "We all have to be up early tomorrow to see them off." Christian and Satine where going to leave on the earliest train possible for London in the morning. After everyone left Satine curled up in Christians arms, as they laid on the bed. He quietly sang to her until she fell asleep.

Have I told you lately that I love you
Have I told you there's no one else above youFill my heart with gladness
Take away all my sadness
Ease my troubles that's what you do
For the morning sun in all it's glory
Greets the day with hope and comfort too
You fill my life with laughter
And somehow you make it better
Ease my troubles that's what you do
There's a love that's divine
And it's yours and it's mine like the sun
And at the end of the day
We should give thanks and pray
To the one, to the one
Have I told you lately that i love you
Have I told you there's no one else above you
Fill my heart with gladness
Take away all my sadness
Ease my troubles that's what you do

After the song ended Christian laid in bed thinking how wonderful life was now Satine was in the world. He sniffed her hair and stroked her smooth, pail skin, and realized this was why he was alive. Satine was his life and now he would have her till his dying day.

The next day all of the Bohemians and the staff of the Moulin Rouge arrived at the train station to see Christian and Satine off. Farewells, best wishes, hugs, and kissed where distributed all around. Finally Marie shouted over the crowd "They've got to get on the train." The Argentinian and Chocolate loaded their luggage onto the train while last farewells where said. "Thank you Toulouse." Christian said while shaking the hand of his closest bohemian friend. " I knew you could do it. You and youw love." Toulouse said with tears in his eyes. Christian moved on to say farewell to someone else before he too started crying. Finally they came to the last of their friends. "Good bye Chocolate. Thank you for everything." Christian said. Chocolate had helped them so many times, like when he saved Satine from the Duke. Satine went up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He red lipstick was barely visible on his dark skin. "Good luck, you two." The train whistle sounded and the train began to move as Christian and Satine hopped onto the train. They waved goodbye to their friends and the train sped away.

Once they lost sight of the station Satine and Christian made themselves comfortable for the long ride to London. "Sing to me Christian." Satine whispered, once she had found her spot in his arms. And so as he always did, and as he always will, Christian sang. His voice so beautiful it could chill your bones, and warm your soul at the same time. He sang to Satine and they became once again lost in their love of each other.

One more chapter so review please. I wanna hit at least twenty reviews before this thing is over.

Songs Used (and yes I had to mention something about how hot Ewan McGregor's voice is somewhere in this fanfiction.)

My Heart Will Go On: Celine Dion (I changed the words a little)

Have I Told You Lately: Rod Stewart