Les Mis is not mine, and I make no money from this


It was early in the morning when Cosette called over to her Papa's home. She was aware he had been out at a function the previous night in his role as a supporter for the orphanage. She knew he would have stayed as long as possible, happily talking to anyone who would listen about the children.

She would not have called over before 8am usually, but she had left behind her USB stick with her wedding plans on it, and she was not going to send Marius to pick it up in case his curiosity got the better of him.

The flat was quiet, the early morning light shining into the living area where the curtains had not been drawn. There was a white cap on the floor, right by the door. Cosette paused a moment, picking it up to look curiously at it. She moved it to the room though, her eyes scanning the place.

There was a shoe in the middle of the floor. Not particularly odd, as her Papa was not exactly neat, but it did not look like one of his shoes. Despite the confusion she was now experiencing, Cosette carried on; she walked fully into the room, moving over to the coffee table, where her Papa's laptop sat. As she moved around the sofa to check the table, Cosette noticed a white cape on the sofa. Her Papa's coat was there as well.

Flics were the only people who wore capes anymore; cops, and even then only at night or in bad weather. Did her Papa have a friend over? It sounded cold to even think it, but her Papa did not usually even allow people close enough to visit his home, never mind to stay overnight.

Curiosity flowed through her again, but she stamped down on it. She had a meeting this afternoon with the woman who would make her wedding dress; she needed the USB stick and questioning her Papa could wait until later. She tidied the table, putting all the papers on it into a tidy pile and moving the empty mugs to take to the kitchen. She couldn't see it.

She straightened up, wandering through into the kitchen, her eyes still flitting about for both her lost possession and more information on her Papa's night. Dropping the cups into the sink, Cosette frowned. Had she been in her old room at all? If she had put the stick in there, she would have to disturb her Papa's friend to retrieve it. She could not turn up to the meeting without it though.

Cosette walked back through the living area and into the small corridor. The bathroom door was open, but her Papa's door was shut, as was the door into her old room. She leaned against the wall and took a deep breath, staring at the door as though willing it to reveal its secrets. It really couldn't wait much longer; she'd be late for work.

Moving softly, she stood before her door, weight carefully light on the floorboards that always seemed to creak just here. She wrapped a hand around the handle, the other coming up to rest against the door as she softly pushed it open. Holding her breath, Cosette poked her head into the room; into the empty room. She frowned, and stepped inside. No one was in here. Her USB was sat beside the old desktop computer in here, so she moved over and picked it up.

That had been a man's uniform. Well, it was that or a woman with a large head and large feet. Slipping her USB stick into her pocket, Cosette stared out of the window, frowning again. Perhaps her Papa had been very drunk last night. He liked to cuddle someone when he overindulged, so perhaps the police officer who had helped him home had been unable to escape, and forced to act as a teddy bear for her overgrown child of a father.

It was an easier idea than breaking her belief that her Papa did not have sex. He was into his forties now and had never brought anyone home before. Surely he was too old for that sort of thing.

She turned, leaving the room behind in time to see a young man heading into the bathroom. He wore a pair of her Papa's pyjama bottoms, though they seemed a little large, and he wore no shirt. His neck and shoulders had an array of bite marks across them. He stared, wide-eyed, at Cosette for a moment, before a slight scowl settled onto his face, and he shut the bathroom door behind himself.

Cosette gaped, her jaw wide. He really had had someone over. She flushed and hurried out of the flat, locking up behind herself. She'd be late for work if she waited much longer. Her Papa would be getting a phone call when she had some free time though.


The morning was not as wonderful as the night before had been. Last night, Valjean had attended a charity ball to raise money for the dear orphanage. It had been a wonderful do, with an enthusiastic crowd; and they had been generous. Valjean had been grinning just imagining the lovely children benefitting, his heart had swelled.

There had been a few security guards there, as well as several police officers. They had kept a watch for those who may try to cause trouble. Valjean had met Javert, however, on his way home. He had had to walk home, having sent his money already; the night was wet though, cold and miserable. Valjean had stopped to find some change for a man when Javert had shown up and chased him off.

"Excuse me, officer. Why did you do that?"

"That man keeps- Oh, Valjean. That man keeps taking money off people to fund his drug habit."

"Oh, no. He wanted change to get home."

"Tch, yeah. Home..."

Javert was the man who had arrested him a few months ago. He had accidently walked out of a bakery without paying and the owner had kicked up such a fuss that the officer patrolling nearby had had to come over and calm things down. Javert had put him into his patrol car and driven away with him to get them away from the man; he'd then cringed slightly and asked that Valjean not mention to anyone in case he got into trouble for it.

The young man was a very focussed 24 year-old. Valjean had ran into him while he patrolled the area several times; Javert seemed to have a bit of trouble understanding jokes which was unfortunate as the man he patrolled with tended to make him the butt of his jokes and Javert ought to be able to respond to them, for good or bad.

Valjean made an effort to smile at him though, and the frequently spoke to each other when Javert had the time. Valjean had taking to walking everywhere for the chance to run into the young officer. He had asked Javert to walk back with him after he had sent the stranger on the way.

When they had gotten back to the flat, he had invited Javert inside; the poor boy had been soaked through, even with his cape and uniform on. Valjean had put his hands on the young man's shoulder and pressed their lips together softly.

Javert's response had surprised him. The boy had pulled him down, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and running his tongue along Valjean's bottom lip. It had been delicious. Valjean had flung the boy's hat off his head and pressed their bodies against each other. He began to toe off his shoes as Javert pulled back, dropping his cape onto the sofa, and then tugging Valjean's coat off to go with it.

He got one of his shoes off before Valjean picked him up and carried him into the bedroom. Seeing Javert upon his bed, one leg up as he pulled off his other shoe. He had been beautiful.

"Coming down here?" Javert had laughed.

He had fallen on him. The night had ended up being long and arousing. Valjean had taken the boy apart with his lips and tongue, using his fingers...

He had awoken in the morning still inside Javert, and felt a wish to keep going. Javert had awoken, grimaced and asked if he could shower. He had then proceeded to lock himself in the bathroom, and Valjean could not figure out why.

"Javert, I need the toilet. Let me in."

"Let me finish my shower."

"Just come unlock the door." He could not understand what was bothering the young man so much.

"No. What if someone walks in?"

"We are the only ones here!" This was getting ridiculous.

"No. There was a young woman here when I came out the room."

"Woman..." He frowned slightly; Cosette perhaps? "Did she have long blonde hair?"

"Yeah..."

"That will have been my daughter, Cosette."

"Daughter?" Javert's voice went quite high.

"Let me in. She is gone now, I'm sure. She has work." A few moments later, the door clicked and Valjean entered. Javert was in the shower cubicle again, his back facing the door.

Valjean emptied his bladder and then washed his hands slowly, trying to decide what to say, how much to reveal. He stepped back and looked over at the boy, pulling off his flannel bottoms to join Javert in the shower.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think she would think to call over for anything."

"Mmm." Javert may have sounded cold, but he glanced over his shoulder at Valjean.

"Please. Surely I have mentioned Cosette to you before?"

"I think you may have..." Javert sighed. "I just wasn't expecting to see her. I'm glad I hate wandering about naked or she would have seen me bare."

Valjean snorted gently, pressing his nose into Javert's neck briefly, before pulling back out of the water.

"Here. I'll wash you. We can talk about family later."