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Christian found that Nicole was amazed by almost anything, his garret, the Bohemian's rooms upstairs, the train ride to the boat to cross the English Channel...almost anything.

"You don't go out much do you?" he said as they sat by the window as Nicole found every stretch of water enthralling.

She turned to him, Satine's eyes boring into him. She shook her head, her red curls flying. "Uncle Ziddy said it was dangerous."

Uncle Ziddy? Christian thought that there were a few things that he just didn't want to know.

They finally reached England, and Christian let out a sigh. Home, almost. He'd left England a while ago and so much had changed and now, he was coming back...what more could have changed since he left.

Nicole clung to his hand, an immediate bond had captured them from the beginning, both believing that they were all each other had.

Christian hoisted her up onto his shoulders and the two of them looked out from the street. "I guess we'd better begin looking, did you Mum say anything about where she'd be?"

Nicole tugged at his hair, "Mm, she said that she'd be in Rotting Hill."(AN – I'm not sure if Rotting Hill was around in the 1900s, but let's just pretend)

"What?"

Nicole thought again, "Botting Hill?"

Christian had to laugh. "Notting Hill?"

Nicole squealed with laughed, "That one!"

Christian laughed as they made their way to the place in question.

They reached the top of a hill and looked down, Great Christian thought, There must be hundreds of houses here, which one is she in?

He didn't let Nicole see his doubt as they both walked down the street occasionally knocking on doors asking after her.

"Have you seen my mummy?" Nicole asked an elderly lady about halfway down the street.

The Lady looked at Christian curious, "Lover's fight?"

Christian smiled, "It's...complicated."

The lady smiled broadly. "It always is."
Nicole groaned and asked her again if she had seen her Mum.

"If she looks like you, then yes. She lives down there," the lady pointed at one of the houses a little further down the street and Christian smiled and thanked her as Nicole rushed down and threw herself at the door knocking and pushing the thin piece of wood.

The door opened and Nicole was lifted into the arms of her mother. "Nicky. It is So good to see you," Satine smiled softly. Then her gaze fell on Christian. "Christian-"

Christian closed the gap between them and kissed her firmly on the mouth. "I've missed you," she gushed when he stepped back.

"I've missed you too." he assured her as her face turned pale. "Satine, what is it?"

"You must leave."

"What, but we only just got here?"

"That doesn't matter, I will see you as soon as I can, I promise."

Christian looked at Satine and saw the look he'd only seen once before, the night the Duke had tried to take her.

"Where is he?"

Satine's face was a mix of gratitude and nerves as she lead him through to the living room where the Duke was waiting for her.

"Sir, I've brought a guest for you."

The Duke looked up from his book, "Ah, Nigel, I must tell you about-" His face blanched as he saw Satine holding a young girl and Christian standing a little in front of her protectively.

"You." He spat.

"And You? We're beginning to make this a habit."

Nicole buried her head in Satine's should as The Duke stood and as he shook his head Christian could see the bruise where Zidler had hit him.

"Ouch," he muttered as the Duke walked up to him.

"You are only a little worm, and shall soon be squished." The Duke snarled.

From behind him Christian could hear the Duke's 'assistant' enter the room and cock a gun.

This wasn't going to be easy Christian realised.

He he he he he! Sorry about that...sort of felt like it...Oh...I didn't warn you did I. This story has enough Fluff coming up to stuff a big teddy bear.