Summary: Javert met Fantine a year before she died. ONE-SHOT Javert/Fantine
A/N: Okay well here is my first try at a Les Miserables fanfiction. This takes more into the 2012 movie part. Please note I'm not sure of what they called money back then in Paris. I do not and will not own Les Miserables. I just own this small plot and my original characters.
Please review and tell me what you think :)
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Longing
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France 1831
She had long soft brown hair that reached just passed her shoulders with chocolate-eyes when he caught himself staring within them he felt himself fading into nothingness but warmth. This feeling scared him. He had spent many years of his youth hardened his heart, but with one glance of this woman and his heart became undone. She was at the marketplace where he parole there for half a day. She was talking vividly to the stall owner about a basket of apples for sell, maybe trying to get them cheaper than the usual price no doubt.
Javert had never heard such a beautiful voice in all the years he had lived.
The stall owner shook his head angry at the woman,
"20 francs nothing more." He snarled, grabbing the basket from the woman's hands roughly. She held onto the basket still, desperately, "Please monsieur, make it ten. This is all I have and my daughter starving." Fantine begged.
"Leave or I call for the guar-"
Javert didn't know what made him do it. It was totally not character like for him to do, but his heart broke when he saw the tears coming out of her eyes.
"This will cover it," Javert handed him a 20 franc note, and the owner let up surprised at him.
"O-f course, monsieur."
She had a daughter. Why on earth was he doing this anyway? Wasn't her husband taking care of them?
Fantine smiled at him brightly. Her tears were no more and his heart-felt whole once more. He felt uncomfortable standing there next to her like this.
"Thank you kind sir,"
"Y-You're welcome-" He stuttered and then he paled. He Javert never stutter to anyone. Why was she any different?
Fantine bowed her head thankfully, and then she left them. Her worn pink dress swept on the dirt copper ground as he watched her go. His heart ping telling him to go, to stop her, but he couldn't will himself to do it. He is Javert. His heart is stone and he will not be sway.