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Juliet felt warm hands massaging her wrists. A moan escaped her lips, and the hands' owner noticed.

"Miss Morgan? Juliet?"

At the mention of her name, Juliet's eyes fluttered open and she began to sit up.

"Whoa, whoa. Take it easy."

The world spun for a moment until she could focus on a pair of brown eyes. Why did they look familiar? She racked her brain and came up with the one person she could think of.

"Neil?"

The eyes twinkled as she propped herself up on her elbows and felt her head. She winced as her hand touched a bruise on the side of her head.

"You must have had a nasty fall to get that."

"Yeah, I-I guess so."

Neil helped her to her feet. The gaslights had been turned off and the sky was still dark. A thought struck Juliet.

"Neil, what are you doing here?"

"Besides rescuing a damsel in distress?"

She nodded numbly.

"I wanted to check this place out. I didn't think it would be so cold downstairs, though."

"Christian," she thought. "Oh, man. He must be freaking out."

She started to walk forward, but she collapsed, luckily, right into Neil's arms. Now his demeanor changed from humourous to concerned. As he pulled her up, she tried not to realize how strong he was, how nice he smelled, or how he looked at her.

"You're not going anywhere on your own." Neil slung her arm around his neck and guided her along.

With Neil's help, Juliet made it to the ground floor where Christian paced nervously. He saw her after she passed the invisible barrier and a look of concern replaced his original antsy expression as he ran up to her.

"Are you alright?"

Neil's head perked up like her heard a noise in the distance.

"We'll talk about it later," she murmured quietly. Neil was looking at her and to the left of her strangely, as if he knew someone was there.

"Can he see you?" Juliet muttered the words out of the corner of her mouth so Neil could not see.

"Unlikely. I'm not using enough energy. Plus, there are only a few people who can actually see apparitions."

"Let's keep it that way."

Finally, they made it back to the apartments and ascended the stairs quietly, as not to wake Marie or any of the other tenants that were sleeping. There was a slight pause as Juliet fumbled in her jeans pocket for her keys.

Her head felt numb and all she wanted to do was sleep, but she had to tell Christian about her encounter with the Duke. It was strange. She never felt like this around Christian when he had to gather energy from her. Why was this any different? She felt like everything had been drained out of her. What could he have taken? She resolved to ask Christian if he knew anything.

The door swung open and Neil helped her through the threshold. She collapsed in the chair she had slept in the night before. The chair was so comfortable and she was ready to sleep for hours. She laid back and closed her eyes. Neil's voice whispered in her ear.

"Will you be alright or do you want me to stay?"

Slowly, Juliet opened her eyes to find Neil's face inches from hers. Her head throbbed and she was trying not to slip into silent slumber before she had to.

"No…" she answered just as quietly, but her voice was weaker. "I just need to sleep."

"I'll come back tomorrow to make sure you're all right."

As she closed her eyes again, she felt his hand push her disheveled hair from her face. He paused, uncertain what to do. For a moment, Juliet thought that he was going to kiss her, but the hand left her face and seconds later Juliet heard the door shut silently.

A sigh escaped her lips and she began to succumb to slumber. She suddenly remembered Christian.

"Christian, why do I feel like this? It never happens with you."

Christian thought for a moment before answering softly, "He fed off something more than your heat."

She raised her head up to look at him.

"What?"

"He fed off your fear."

She closed her eyes and put her head back down. Fear. That was why he grew more powerful the longer she was there. Sleep was closing in, but she had so much to tell Christian. She fought to regain semi-consciousness, but sleep's hold was too much.

"Christian…" Her voice was barely a whisper.

The spectre put a calming, albeit cold, hand on her arm.

"I understand. We'll talk later."

She smiled weakly as a thank-you and her breathing steadied. Christian picked up the blanket that lay on the floor beneath the chair and covered Juliet's sleeping form with it. He sat across from her and just watched her, lost in thought.

She was lucky that the Duke only knocked her out. Christian remembered when Satine ran to him after being assaulted by the Duke. Like it or not, he was becoming fond of the mortal. She was sort of like a sister to him. He knew it would be hard to say good-bye to the woman that was risking her well-being to find his manuscript. Her rhythmic breathing lulled him into a dreamlike state that lasted for hours.

-X-

She slept soundly, watched over by her ghostly guardian. It was not until the sun's rays peeked over the buildings of the Montmartre that she stirred. Christian looked up from his position across from her.

"Hey Christian." Her voice was stronger, yet sleepy. As she sat up there was a twinge at the back of her head. Christian moved toward her hopefully.

"What did you find out?"

"I found out that the Duke still hates you." She unwound from her curled sleep position and sat up to face him massaging the back of her head. Presently, her head stopped throbbing and she could function without flinching. "That's not all. It seems that I've figured out why you are stuck here."

"Really?" Christian looked more excited than he ever had. His eyes brightened considerably and a large grin began to appear on his face.

"I also figured out how to find Satine."

"How?"

"Well, that's where the bad news comes in. You told me that you made a promise to Satine just before she died, but you haven't fulfilled yet."

Christian furrowed his brow and racked his brain for the memory. He flinched at remembering her falling limply into his arms. After shaking his head to clear the image, he concentrated on her words. She was in his arms whispering while he sobbed over her.

"Christian…tell our story."

Christian got up and began pacing excitedly.

"If you didn't find it at the Moulin Rouge, then it must be here somewhere."

"It's not that easy, Christian. True, it may be here somewhere, but it could have been damaged or even destroyed during the renovations."

"Oh. Right."

Juliet got up, stretched, and walked to the windows. As she went to stand in the warm sun, she tripped over a floorboard. She stumbled into her makeshift desk with a sharp yelp.

"Stupid floorboard." She crouched to examine her foe. "Must have come up when you were messing with my laptop."

"Oh, is that what that is called."

Juliet was still looking at the floorboard not entirely listening to Christian. There was something strange about it. That something was a slight shine under the hardwood.

"Christian, what was over here when you lived here?"

"My typewriter, I think."

"What did you do with it after you finished your story?"

Christian paused to think. What had he done with it? That was such along time ago, more than a hundred years ago. He did remember that it was not there after he died.

"I don't know. It wasn't here after I came back."

"From where? The other side?"

"From the trenches."

"Oh," she said quietly. She could not imagine Christian in the hellish earthworks with a gun in his hands and fear or courage in his heart.

Even Christian was taken back to the horrific memories of days huddled in the dirt with explosions echoing around him. He remembered wishing to be able to go back home or die so he could join Satine. His second wish was granted by way of mustard gas, and after fifteen years without Satine, he had hoped to see her again. Obviously, his hopes were dashed when he was sent back to the Montmartre and the Moulin Rouge.

Juliet broke the awkward silence that blanketed the pair.

"I might have found it."

Christian looked up to see Juliet prying up the board. It pulled up easily. The others around it were a little more resistant, but they eventually surrendered. Underneath the floorboards was a rusty typewriter sitting on top of an equally rusty iron box.

Carefully, Juliet pulled out the typewriter and placed it gently on the hardwood floor next to her. She then pulled out the iron box with reverence.

"Christian," she said in a hushed voice. "I think we found it."

The pair was hopeful that the pages were inside and in a better condition than the container itself. There was no lock, but the rust hindered them for a moment. Opening the lid was equivalent to opening the treasure chests on Treasure Island, except this time there was actually something inside to be considered as treasure.

Inside sat a pile of papers, more than an inch thick and in relatively good condition. A few rips and stains littered their edges. The typewritten text was easy to read.

"I think that both our problems are solved!"

Happiness and excitement overcame Christian. Nothing could begin to describe his feelings. The wide grin on his face was enough to show his gratitude. Juliet, also grinning, set the box next to her laptop. She could type it up later. When she turned back to Christian, he enveloped her in a crushing hug. His energy seemed to be growing as he realised what this discovery meant for his future on the earth.

"Thank you. You have no idea what this means." There was a catch in his voice.

"It was nothing, Christian. All we have to do is get it read and published. It should take a couple of months, but you'll soon be free."

Tears of joy filled his eyes and a sudden, strong energy filled him. He swung Juliet around the apartment. Happy to see her friend so excited, Juliet's shriek of surprise turned to laughter. Christian wanted to sing like he had before Satine's death, but his delight could not be conveyed through music.

A knock at the door interrupted their celebration. Christian stopped turning and fell into a chair. He looked so human. The power and energy from success and love had given him extraordinary powers. He knew he would be exhausted later, but it was worth it. He had not been a part of any celebration like this since the Green Fairy had appeared to him.

"Come in! It's open!"

Neil opened the door and began to speak.

"I just wanted to see…"

He stopped when he saw Juliet grinning broadly and the man in the chair laughing between deep breaths.

"Who is that?" He gestured to Christian.

"You can see him?"

Neil looked at her like she was mentally unstable.

"Of course I can see him. Is there some reason that I shouldn't be able to?"

"Christian!" The cry was one of alarm rather than excitement.

He had started to loose his solid appearance. His now transparent head looked up at them in slight bemusement. Neil stared back in complete confusion and wonder.

"Neil this is Christian. Christian, Neil."

Christian stood and stuck out his hand. Neil took it somewhat hesitantly; of course, shaking hands with a transparent man was not something that he had ever done. Unlike Christina and Juliet's first handshake, his hand remained solid. Christian's form wavered and he excused himself from the pair. Juliet swore that she saw him give them a sly smile as he disappeared.

Neil still looked bewildered and he waited for Juliet to say something. When she only stared at him waiting for him to do the same, he took action.

"Am I missing something?"

"I'll let you know everything when I write a tell-all book."