Hi Everyone! Let me know if I should continue this! Heck I'll probably finish it for me anyways. This is my first story so no flames. Flames get you hate, reviews get you love! But seriously Review! I'll warn you the dates and times might not be accurate, but I don't care! If it's anything really major let me know. Thanks! I just was watching the concert and was like I wonder what would happen if Javert had a son? What if it was Enjolras? So naturally, I just had to write about it. So yeah... ENJOY AND REVIEW!

Night was enveloping the quiet town of Montreuil-sur-mer. The streets were clear for everyone was safe in their houses or bundled up on a street corner. Only one walked the street that night. It was a woman with a very aristocratic air around her, even out on the cold dark street; you could see she was of importance. So, what would someone this important be doing in this little industrial town? The woman in the fancy fur coat was thankful for the darkness, if someone were to see it would ruin everything. She shivered and held the bundle she was carrying closer to her. If you were to see this woman, you could tell she has been crying. There were tears soaking her beautiful face and her golden hair was matted with snow. The most shocking part about this woman was her eyes. Her dark eyes were puffy from weeping. Her eyes were full with sorrow, a sorrow so deep that can only come from the loss of a loved one. She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a piece of paper that had an address scribbled across it.

She looked up at the house that stood in front of her. It was a nice house, not an extravagant, but nice nonetheless. It wasn't a shack or in rambles but it wasn't a mansion. The outside was light brown with a dark brown roof. It had nine windows at the front and a white door. It had a little fence surrounding the house. On the roof, there was a chimney with smoke puffing out of it. This was definitely the place her friend, an officer in Marseilles, told her about. This was the home of Inspector Javert. Her friend knew Javert very well; they worked together before Javert was reassigned to Montreuil-sur-mer. He spoke very highly of the inspector; he said that Javert was a good man. She tucked the piece of paper back into her coat and began walking slowly to the door, the bundle clutched closely to her chest. She stood solemnly on the font step as the snow fell gently around her.

She lifted up the cloth to reveal a baby's face, his body hidden in the depths of blanket. Her bundle that she carried so delicately was a child. She gazed at his beautiful face still fast asleep. What was he dreaming about? Did he realize that his mother stood on a stranger's doorstep with those somber eyes? No, I suppose he didn't. It's for the best that he doesn't understand what's going on. It's better that he doesn't remember the woman, or so she keeps telling herself. The women caressed his blonde hair and kissed his cheek. "Mon petit, be a good little boy. I love you, sweet child. Don't ever forget that. I know it may not seem like it now. But one day you'll understand that this is for the best. I love you… always." She gave him one last kiss on the forehead and tucked a note in the blanket before placing the sleeping boy on the doorstep. Now with fresh tears she knocked on the door and called "Monsieur! Monsieur!" She waited for the sound of approaching footsteps before vanishing into the night. The only trace she had ever been there was the baby and the soft footprints already being erased by new snow.

Javert was sitting in the living room staring at the fire and smoking his pipe when he heard a knock at the door. Who would be here this late? He wasn't expecting anybody. Javert rose from his chair and as he walked to the door, he heard a woman's voice outside. Now he was intrigued. He hardly ever had any visitors and none of them were of the female persuasion. He opened the door to find nobody standing there. The air was cold against his face,he was just about to close it when he noticed a bundle on the ground. He crouched down to find that it wasn't a bundle at all but a baby. He quickly picked the child up. Who on earth would leave their baby, a baby, alone on the steps of a stranger in the cold December night? As he picked up the child a note fell to the ground. He squinted trying to search for the woman in the darkness but he couldn't see a thing. He muttered something about responsibility and children as he bent down to pick up the note. The only thing he could do was take the child inside for the night. He couldn't leave the poor babe outside. He would take the child to the orphanage first thing in the morning. Someone would take him. Javert closed the door and walked into his living room. He sat in his chair still holding the child. He opened the tear stained letter and began to read.

Dear Monsieur,

I have no doubt that you are wondering why I left my child on your doorstep. I know that you're a good man, a police inspector. Please, please take care of him. He deserves a good home. I can't provide him with one. It's not safe for him. As his mother it is my responsibility to do what is best for him. This is it. This is the best thing for him. A mother knows. I know that yo will take care of him. I heard good things about you, I know that you are a good man, a fair man. Please take care of him. Tell him I am sorry that it has to be this way and that I love him. Please.

God Bless you

P.S. His name is Enjolras

That was all. He let the letter drop to the floor. She certainly can't expect Javert to raise her son. How could he? He didn't know the first thing about children. Why didn't she drop him off at a church or an orphanage? He would be better off. Or would he? Does a mother really know best? Can I really raise… No. Stop it Javert. Fist thing tomorrow morning you will drop him off at the orphanage. A yawn from Enjolras snapped him out of thought. The baby slowly opened his eyes. They were bright blue. Javert began to melt when little Enjolras looked up at him. He knew there was no way he could give the boy up now. All it took was that one look. All the innocence and sweetness and love, it was all there in those beautiful blue eyes. The peace was about to end as the baby realized that he wasn't in his mother's arms. The boy screamed for his mother. That cry alone broke Javert's wooden heart. So there he sat the whole night trying to sooth the wailing baby. His baby.