Hello, Les Mis fans! Kay, so this is my first Les Mis fanfic (and if this goes well, I might put up another) and I would loveeeee it if you kept reading after this little author's note. It would make me happy, and even happier if I got reviews to prove you read it ;) I also have a longer author's note than most I've written, but it shouldn't be too bad. I am VERY specific when it comes to who plays who, since every character (except Fantine, sorry Fantine fans) is in this. So here's my perfect Les Mis cast list. (Not based on singing, based on who I think looks the part).

Jean Valjean – John Owen-Jones

Javert – Earl Carpenter

Cosette – Amanda Seyfried

Marius – Eddie Redmayne

Éponine – Samantha Barks

Enjolras – Aaron Tveit (Who else plays him perfectly?!)

Grantaire – George Blagden

ABC Boys - Movie

Gavroche – Daniel Huttlestone (Such a little cutie)

Thénardier – Matt Lucas

Mme. Thénardier - Jenny Galloway

Thénardier - Matt Lucas

Thénardier Gang – Movie

And now it starts! Enjoy!

Chapter 1: The Awakening

Everything was blurred. His eyes were viewing the world as a fly would. He had to rest his hands against his forehead due to the excruciating pain he felt. Was it over? Was this heaven? He thought. Heaven seemed like a better place to be than this. It was not anything he had imagined. Heaven would have angels and songs and there would be no pain or suffering. Instead, he felt only pain and suffering.

He stood up and rested his hand against a wall. The feeling was foreign to him. What created this building? His eyes began to clear up and things were in full view. However, what were these things? Nothing he had ever seen. Some sort of large bins with a rancid odor – it looked completely vile. The walls had strong blocks. No building he had ever seen had been made of such material. And the ground…it wasn't made of stone. No, this was much smoother. He bent down and rubbed his hand against the ground, shivering at the softness. All he could think about was how and why things were different.

"Beep!" The man jumped at the unfamiliar sound. He had never heard of such an annoying and shaking sound in his life. There was something strange about where he was. He could not have left the barricades – he still needed to help Marius. He saw the boy as the bullet pierced through his skin. Before he had time to do anything, the light had come.

A light fell across the entire city of Paris, blinding anyone who looked directly at it. The next thing he knew, he was in this strange place, barely remembering the last few moments before the change.

Again, the strange beep came from a further position. Was that a machine…moving? How could a machine move? That was unheard of. The only machines that moved were carriages. That was all he had known, at least.

Slowly, he began walking forward. Step after step, he continued to the world that was before him. He quickened his pace; he could not wait any longer. He had to know what was happening.

As he exited from the darkness, the sun brightly shone above him. This was an entirely different world. Buildings reached to the sky, machines raced through the streets…he had never seen anything faster than a carriage. He did not even realize how far he was, because a small, yellow machine sped at him. Instinctively, he jumped out of the way onto the hard, stone – not stone – path.

"Sir, are you alright? Do you need to see a doctor? That taxi almost killed you!" Taxi? Killed him? This was all too new for him to take in at once. He looked up at the man who asked him those questions. He had longer hair than boys should have and he wore the most informal clothing he had ever seen.

"Yes, I'm fine. Merci Monsieur, for your concern."

"Um…no problem?" Very informal. The man had a newspaper in his arms. Newspapers always had something important to say. He snatched the newspaper from his hand and read the title first: New York Times. New York? As in America? Not possible. Completely irrational. Or…was it?

"Dude, that's my newspaper!" He ignored the man's comment as he scrolled his eyes around the newspaper. He read the date. Dates were just as important as the place. He could have been unconscious for longer than he thought. A couple days, maybe even a couple weeks. He almost lost his balance when he saw March 26th, 2013 at the top of the first page.

Very short at first, but it sets the stage. New York...hmm... we shall see what challenges face them here! And just to clear things up a bit, this will be mainly about our teenage friends, not so much Javert or Valjean, sorry Javert and/or Vajean fans. They have a good part in it, but not as big as most of our favorites :) Reviews would help me a bit, but the next chapter won't go up until I finish my previous fanfic. And the chapters will get longer, I promise that! Thank you!

Anabelle ;)