A/N: Hey guys. So this is my first ever fanfiction. I admit I have dabbled a bit in fanfiction before, but I've never seriously written anything except a few random, disconnected drabbles that make no sense unless you live in my brain and happen to have heard the conversations Sherlock and John have in my head on an almost daily basis.
So...Yeah...I hope this is to your liking. Now I must warn you that this screws quite a bit with the original Les Mis backstory, for Jean Valjean in particular. I hope I don't offend anyone, hard-core fans in particular, with this butchering of the original. But in my defence I had to form a reasonable, plausible reason as to why Sherlock Javert and John Valjean suddenly hate each other when the Sherlock and John we all know and love are supposed to be more or less best-buds.
I hope this works out as well as I want it to, hope you all enjoy it. Lets roll.
December 1789.
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The year is 1789 and it is winter. Deep in the slums of Paris a sandy haired boy of ten years sits huddled in the half-shelter of a weather-worn crate down an alleyway, curled up in search of warmth against his elder sisters chest.
They are orphans, no-bodies. They have nothing to their names except the ragged clothes on their backs, the hole-riddled shoes on their feet.
No house, no family, no money. They are cold and starving and unlikely to last the winter. No one cares about them, they are just one of the many thousands of others left homeless and penniless on the streets of France.
They are cold, and they are starving, and as John feels his big sister shiver and yet again fall into a violent coughing fit, he thinks to himself that enough is enough.
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Streets away, miles away on the opposite corners of Paris, where the rich live in blissful luxury, oblivious to the hardships of the icy streets outside, a curly raven haired boy of eight dressed in luxury and warmth, prepares with his older brother to leave the comfort of his house in favour of visiting the shops and market stalls.
They are going on an adventure in search of the perfect Christmas present for mummy. They've never known hardship, or if they perhaps did, they do not remember it. Dressed in thick wool and cotton and wrapped snugly in furs, they barely feel the biting chill of the winter wind as they step out of the front door.
Clambering excitedly into their carriage, Sherlock can barely wait to reach the markets. While outside the beggars suffer.
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He reaches the markets by noon when the streets are at their busiest. Perfect conditions for what he has planned. He'd snuck away from Harry a few hours ago while she had been resting. She is a deep sleeper, though she never used to be, however it has taken John a few hours to reach the market, and he knows he doesn't have long.
This opportunity cannot, must not, be wasted. He's done this before, he knows what to do, how to not get caught, how to trick the common eye. He can see sweets and toys on some of the stalls, and it's so very tempting, the urge to just reach out and grab one.
But he can't, he doesn't, wouldn't dare for fear of being caught. He's on a mission to help his big sister and he'll get it done no matter the cost.
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Three streets away a carriage approaches the markets.
A/N: And there we have it people. Your first glimpse at my Les Mis/Sherlock crossover. If you all enjoyed this then more will be coming soon. If there's a general agreement that this is awful then please inform me. If you think its great then I'd be delighted to hear about that too. I will be continuing with this, though when I will next update is uncertain.