~Coming Home~

Chapter III: Somewhere Beyond the Sea

He was floating. Floating in a world where everything was faded and fuzzy and perfect all at once. All he could see was her. She was there, holding him, loving him. Him and only him. There was no one else. They needed no one else.

But it was dark. Strangely cold and dark. The sun never shone, ever. The Moulin Rouge sat in the darkness, casting a harsh shadow into the world where he lived.


"We have to do something!" Satine cried desperately.

"Satine, we've tried. We've tried to get through to him, but he is so…lost."

"We'll take him down into Paris. We'll find the best doctors."

"Satine," Harold whispered, as he, Satine and Marie made their way back to the Moulin Rouge, "If the Duke were to find out about Christian…and about this--"

"He doesn't need to know. No one needs to know. I'll tell the Duke that the money is to help Marie. He needn't know."


There were times, when the darkness consumed him, and the silence was almost unbearable. Times when he thought that there was nothing left to do but die. It was in those times, those most desperate, painful times, that he would hear her. Her voice was like and angel. And she would turn to him, and she would smile, and suddenly, everything was better, and everything was right. He couldn't imagine his life without her. So he refused to believe that she could ever leave him.

Come What May
Come What May

I will love you, until my dying day.


Three Weeks Later

"He has been completely unresponsive to our treatments. We believe that there is little that can be done about his condition, Mademoiselle." The doctor looked at Satine sadly, shaking his head slowly as he spoke.

"May I see him?"

"Of course. But just for a short while."

Satine nodded as the doctor led her through the darkened corridors of the centre. Harold had found the facility two days after Satine's return, but had insisted that Satine not visit Christian, for fear that word would get back to the Duke. But Satine could not stand the idea that she was so close to Christian, and yet unable to see him. She had snuck out of the Moulin Rouge earlier that day, determined to see Christian with her own eyes.


One Week Earlier

"Satine, it's for your own safety, and for Christian's as well. The Duke knows so many people, and-"

"Harold, I know. But I feel like I'm losing him all over again, and I know that I can help him-" Satine's voice trembled with desperation.

"The doctors are doing all that they can. Christian will recover. It will just take time, my dear."


Satine took a deep breath, and walked into Christian's room. The room was very dimly lit, and the only objects in the room were a small bed, a chair, and a small table. Christian was sitting in the chair, staring out of the small, filthy window that overlooked the city, and, ironically, faced the hills that led to Montmartre.

"Christian?" Satine whispered, as she approached her love slowly.

Christian made no effort to look up, and did not acknowledge Satine in the least. His silence frightened Satine. She wondered what they had done to him?


Christian sat, in a near catatonic state, completely unaware of Satine's presence. Her heart broke as she began to realize that he was slipping away from her again. She felt a pain in her chest, the same pain she felt the night Christian was shot. Would she lose him all over again? Would he ever know that she was here, loving him with all her heart? Her mind wandered back to those final, fatal moments at the Moulin Rouge. The way his eyes darkened when she told him she didn't love him. She would give her life to take those words back. She would give her soul to make him well: To pull him from the darkness she tossed him into two years ago.

"I love you…until the end of time." Satine kissed Christian's forehead softly, then made her way back toward Montmartre.


Satine wandered the dimly lit streets of the place she had once called home. She felt like a stranger in her own skin. As jaded as she had been, Satine realized that the woman that had walked these streets two years ago had a strange nativity about her. She had once believed that her problems would melt, if only she could fly away from here. She had once believed that money would make her happy. And she had once believed that:

Love conquers all.

A foolish belief, perhaps, but Christian had given her reason to believe that All You Need Is Love.

"Love is like Oxygen! Love is a many splendored thing, Love lifts us up where we belong, all you need is Love!"

He was so determined, and so beautifully innocent. He'd truly believed everything he'd said. And he had made her believe it too. Then, she stole it from him. She stole his innocence, stole his only Truth.

And now, as she walked the streets that led to the Moulin Rouge once more, Satine surrenders to a new Truth:

Only she could save the man she destroyed.

Satine made her way into Christian's garret, desperate for a clue, anything that could help her understand Christian's state of mind. She rifled through his belongings, and the stacks of papers that lined the floor and some of the walls. She stopped suddenly, as familiar words appeared to her. She picked up the tattered paper, and saw that it was the poem that Christian had sung to her on the night they'd met.

I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind, that I put down in words…how wonderful life is, now you're in the world.

Satine let a solitary tear escape down her cheek. She struggled to maintain control, as she continued to read through more of Christian's poetry;

I'm gonna love you, like nobody's loved you Come rain or come shine

High as a mountain, deep as a river come rain or come shine

I guess when you met me It was just one of those things

But don't you ever bet me

'Cause I'm gonna be true if you let me you're gonna love me, like nobody's loved me

Come rain or come shine we'll be happy together, unhappy together

Now won't that be just fine

The days may be cloudy or sunny we're in or out of the money

But I'm with you always I'm with you rain or shine


Fools rush in where angels fear to tread

And so I come to you, my love, my heart above my head

Though I see the danger there If there's a chance for me then I don't care. 

Fools rush in where wise men never go

But wise men never fall in love so how are they to know

When we met I felt my life begin

So open up your heart and let this fool rush in


Don't ask me
What you know is true
Don't have to tell you
I love your precious heart
I was standing
You were there
Two worlds collided
And they could never tear us apart
We could live
For a thousand years
But if I hurt you
I'd make wine from your tears
I told you
That we could fly
'Cause we all have wings
But some of us don't know why
I was standing
You were there
Two worlds collided
And they could never ever tear us apart


He was so gifted. So wonderfully, perfectly gifted. Determined as ever, Satine gathered Christian's poetry, and made her way out of the garret, knowing in her heart that if she couldn't save him…no one could.


The darkness had begun to envelop him slowly, and completely. He could no longer hear her song. He felt his universe collapsing, and felt powerless to control the demons that had taken control of his mind. He searched for her, longing to hear her say that she would love him until the end of time. He heard nothing.

Somewhere beyond the sea
somewhere waiting for me
my lover stands on golden sands
and watches the ships that go sailing
Somewhere beyond the sea
she's there watching for me
If I could fly like birds on high
then straight to her arms
I'd go sailing
It's far beyond the stars
it's near beyond the moon
I know beyond a doubt
my heart will lead me there soon
We'll meet beyond the shore
we'll kiss just as before
Happy we'll be beyond the sea
and never again I'll go sailing
I know beyond a doubt
my heart will lead me there soon
We'll meet (I know we'll meet) beyond the shore
We'll kiss just as before
Happy we'll be beyond the sea
and never again I'll go sailing
no more sailing
so long sailing
bye bye sailing...

("Somewhere Beyond The Sea"-by Bobby Darin-- AN: Three guesses as to what I watched last night, LOL; "Your Song," Elton John & Bernie Taupin; "Never Tear Us Apart" by INXS; "Come Rain or Come Shine" & "Fools Rush In" by Johnny Mercer)