Chapter One, The virgin martyr
A/N, Please bear in mind whilst reading this that this is set a day before, or a couple of days before the fighting at the barricade, and if you're wondering why if Enjolras knew Javert he needed Gavroche to tell him that Javert was a spy, wait and find out.
The night was warm, stars littered the sky, Javert watched them and wiped his heated brow. He wasn't even supposed to be working this night, everyone else was at home, enjoying the company of their families, as it was a national holiday but Javert had no one, he frowned at the sky thinking to himself that he could get more work done this way, when no one was around, he could write up the reports of the riots that had been going on even this morning without the interruption of a constable with some feeble excuse for disturbing him.
He looked ahead of him at what remained of this mornings riots, today had been particularly bad, many of the officers who had not even wanted to be there had been badly injured, there was trouble coming, Javert could feel it.
Javert was nursing a cut leg and a bruised back from the violence that had taken place, he kicked a bottle away from him, mumbling to himself about students being able to afford better wine than even he could.
A small noise caught his attention, he listened hard as the whisper turned into a low moan, he carefully stepped onto a dirty piece of wood, placed across the mud that had been churned up in the riots of that morning, it creaked under his weight.
The moan came again, he looked down and jumped, there was a figure caked in mud lying on the ground, it's long blond hair streaked with blood, and pale face smeared with it.
Javert looked at the large blue eyes and shapely mouth, and said only what occurred to him, "Mademoiselle!"
The figure breathed heavily and glared up at Javert, Javert quickly removed his jacket and leaned over, he easily picked up the….boy, he picked up his jacket again, sighing at the state of his own shirt and wrapped it around him.
Javert bit his lip; he had no idea who the boy was, so he decided the best thing was to take him to the station.
He put the boy in a standing position and looked at him, "What is your name?" he asked loudly and clearly.
The boy took a gasping breath, "F…F…F...F…" Javert nodded impatiently,
"Yes, Yes?!" he prompted.
"F…Freedom!" he yelled, before falling backwards, his large thin hands clutching Javert's collar as he fell.
Javert sighed as he carried the boy through the dark street, "This is a new suit!" he mumbled. His hair untied and mattered with mud and clothes soaked through, the boy had pulled him face first into a nice mound of thick wet mud. Javert was pleased that there would be no one at the station, the constables would have found it highly amusing to see the usually immaculate and serious Inspector soaked in lumpy brown mud.
The young man whimpered as Javert slid him into a chair and fetched some warm water and a cloth, Javert gently wiped his face, and gasped "Enjolras!"
Enjolras looked around, dazed, in response to his name, he looked up at Javert and swore, Javert frowned, "What a pleasant way of thanking me" he sat down next to Enjolras.
Enjolras tried to scowl at Javert, but was in too much pain and couldn't, Javert looked him up and down.
"We'd better clean you up, so a doctor can look at you"
"Joly" Enjolras muttered.
"A qualified doctor, one who knows what he is doing" Javert insisted.
"Why not…just take me to my apartment?" Enjolras winced.
"I have reason to believe you were a leader in the riots this morning, I'm going to arrest you as soon as you can stand without passing out" Javert told him.
"What's this Inspector, caring about my health!?"
"Don't start Enjolras, you're lucky I picked you out of that mud, in the morning when the carriages came over you, you would have been dead."
"My friends…"
"Are all drunk in bed after the festivities of this morning" Javert smiled.
Enjolras shrugged painfully, "You really have a death wish don't you?" Javert asked him.
"It's not a case of wishing for it…ouch"
Javert disappeared from the room for several minutes; "The doctor will come in the morning" he told Enjolras who was slipping in and out of sleep.
"Do you think you can walk?"
"No"
"Only to the next room"
"I can't walk"
Javert sighed and picked Enjolras up, he carried him into the next room and sat him on the bed in his own quarters that he held at the station, even though he rarely used them.
Enjolras looked at the bath in the middle of the floor, "That mine?" he asked Javert
"Yes, no doctor would examine you in that state" Javert undid his own sleeve buttons and collar, he stepped towards the door, "I'll let you undress" and reached for the handle.
"I can't!" Enjolras protested weakly.
"What?"
"I…I...don't think I can" Enjolras frowned, he didn't like asking anyone for help, especially not Javert, but the pain was so great that the bath looked like heaven.
Javert sighed, "The things I do for my job" and began to remove Enjolras' jacket, when Enjolras was stripped to the waist Javert began to undo his trouser buttons, Enjolras shuddered to have hands so tantalisingly close to his groin. Javert mistook this for pain and continued, when Enjolras was only in his underwear Javert stood up straight and coughed, "Yes well, I'm sure you can manage now" he smiled and left the room.
When Javert returned a while later, Enjolras had fallen asleep in his bath, which had remained warm because of the night's heat. Javert looked down at Enjolras, his strong pale hands clasped together at his chest and hair clean, flowing around him, he looked like an angel, Javert winced at the large painful looking cut that snaked across the top of his stomach. He stared for a while, wondering if he had ever looked like Enjolras did when he was younger, innocent and glowing, determined and with so much passion.
He put one arm across Enjolras' back and the other under his knees and lifted him up; he put him onto the bed and wrapped him in a thick blanket. As he lay him on the bed Javert saw another nasty cut on Enjolras' thigh, this one was still bleeding, he put his finger to it and traced the line of the cut, suddenly a hand grabbed his wrist, "Ahhh!" He fell backwards breathing hard.
Enjolras glared, "That hurts you know" he complained.
Javert sighed and got up, Enjolras attempted to sit up and gave a strangled cry as he did so, Javert sat down and lifted him up into a sitting position, "Careful" he warned.
Enjolras shivered and looked up at Javert, who gave a forced smile, he made himself look at the fire, but he couldn't stop thinking about Enjolras' naked young body under the quilt, his face was flushed and he tried to think of something else.
"What are you going to do when you finish studying?" Javert asked him.
Enjolras smiled, "I won't finish"
"What do you mean?"
"Inspector, I wasn't born to be a man like you, some people are destined to die young, I've always known I would never be like you, that I would never be…"
"Old?"
"Yes, old"
"It's a crime for such a…", Javert lifted his hand to touch Enjolras' face, he dropped his hand and sighed. "There are things that you don't know yet, and that you haven't seen, haven't done, it's a crime for you to die without…" Javert coughed.
"Inspector, I feel that my country is worth sacrificing my life for, and if you are referring to my dying without having….been with someone…doesn't that make me a better sacrifice?" Enjolras looked at Javert "The virgin martyr" he said bitterly.