Javert stepped into M. Madeleine's office, going to make a report as usual. He was hesitant to report today, for he has been feeling sick lately. He threw up this morning and has been feeling light headed and dizzy; wanting to stay in bed and sleep, or even just lay there. It was so unlike the inspector who got up early in the morning to start his rounds.
Javert sighed as he stood up straight and stood in front of his superior, doing his best not to think of that blurry feeling in his forehead and the bile rising in his throat.
"Monsieur Le Maire," Javert bowed slightly, his left hand on his holster that held his sword.
"Inspector," Madeleine flashed a warm smile in his direction, averting his gaze up from the scattered papers on his desk. "What news do you have for me today?"
Javert cleared his throat and began to explain the usual about criminals in the streets and a man he had arrested the previous day as the mayor looked over him. He felt his cheeks flush. This always happened around the mayor, even after they got together a mere few months ago. He didn't know how it happened, it was all a blur. Madeleine invited the inspector over to his house for dinner and afterwards he remembers sitting across from the brunette and the tension was so thick that it was uncomfortable. And then be found himself kissing Madeleine and grabbing at his coat to pull him closer; the roaming hands and warmth.
After that night, everything was different. Javert went over Maleleine's house more often for dinner, sometimes even staying the night. But he usually excused himself home and walked back to his own house in the darkness; thoughts running through his mind at full speed. Self- loathing for partaking in such a thing with a man that reminded him of a convict from years ago, hating himself even more for enjoying it.
And when he got home, it was a sleepless night.
It was two weeks ago the sickness and headaches had started, and the odd cravings and mood swings. It was so unlike himself, he thought he was losing his mind. He had the symptoms of a pregnant woman. 'It's impossible,' He had told himself over and over again,' I am a man, it's impossible.' He thought it was all a twisted dream and he would wake up soon. Hopefully.
He had refused to tell M. Madeleine about these recent events and feelings, for he didn't want to sound completely insane. So he acted as he usually did around the other man, keeping his posture and speaking in a stern voice.
"Are you feeling ill, Inspector?" M. Madeleine spoke up suddenly, seeing Javert's expression turning into a pained one.
"I am perfectly fine, Monsieur Le Maire," Javert nodded slightly, keeping his posture straight.
"Are you sure? You look like you're in pain," Madeleine pressed, a look of concern on his features. "You may tell me if something is wrong."
"I assure you, I am not ill," Javert's voice wavered slightly as he spoke. "I must go back to my post, Monsieur, I will report to you again later in the day," Javert bowed and didn't wait for Madeleine to speak or bid him goodbye; turning on his heel and taking long strides out of the office and into the crowded streets of Montreuil-sur-Mer, leaving the Mayor in a state of concern and confusion.
I don't even know what this is oh my god. Don't take me seriously, I'm not serious.