A little one-shot I wrote this morning. I read Climbing To The Light by Clara Bright and sobbed so I felt like writing something similar. Thanks Clara, for inspiring me! Everybody go read that fic when you're done here. I do not own Les Miserables.
The light was bright, overwhelmingly so, yet so pure and good that Gavroche could not help enjoying it. He mounted the crystal staircase, running his hand along a smooth, elaborate glass railing. He had never laid eyes upon finery such as this. He could not see anything else; there was only the stair. Everything else was cloaked by a thin white mist. He looked down, amazed to see that he was clothed in white robes of a mysterious source. The discovery that whomever-it-was-gave-him-the-robes let him keep his revolutionary hat was a happy one. Bells rang somewhere far in the distance, and it struck the boy suddenly-this must be Heaven.
A voice called from beyond the ivory mist.
"Gavroche..." it whispered, wholesome love wrapped around each syllable.
"Eponine..." Gavroche breathed, amazed. He never thought he would hear his sister's voice again. He looked frantically around for the source of the voice, but Eponine was nowhere to be found.
"Come to me, Gavroche." Eponine's voice echoed all around the boy, and from the mist and smoke her face appeared to him, more beautiful and winsome and innocent and clean than it ever had been on Earth. Gavroche marveled in the sight, reaching out to touch his sister's cheek. But when his fingertips neared her pure skin, he saw out of the corner of his eye many more faces-his friends. Enjolras. Combeferre. Courfeyrac. Jehan. Feuilly. Joly. Bahorel. Bossuet. Even Grantaire had made it to this holy place. Many more surrounded, shrouded by the white mist. Their faces were more joyful and pure than they had ever looked in life. Gavroche noted that Marius was missing. He must have lived. Good. Then the boy's face darkened in disappointment.
"You died, too? We must have lost..."
Enjolras reached out a strong hand and set it firmly on Gavroche's shoulder.
"No, Gavroche. Don't you see? We did it. We made it here. Your sacrifice wasn't for nothing. We won."
Gavroche thought over this fact for a moment, then slowly agreed and let himself be led by the heavenly figures towards an enormous set of ornate gates, heavily laden with pearls and gold. Gavroche quite nearly could not take in the sight. He was going to be in Paradise with his friends for eternity. The students smiled fondly at him as he stepped forward in wonder.
Then Eponine's voice floated through the fog to his ears, and he felt the gentle brush of her kiss on his forehead.
"Bravo, little Gavroche."