Title: Change, but I'm not married to it, if someone can think of a better one.
Author: Dreamiflame
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The novel was written by Victor Hugo. I'm not sure who did the musical. Not making a cent from this.
Notes: I regret to admit I couldn't make it all the way through the novel, but I did try. This is unbeat-ed and hopefully not incredibly terrible.
Javert wasn't surprised to have Valjean appear next to him. The con held a gun and was dressed in an army uniform. "Come to end it?" Valjean pulled a knife and Javert felt the cold metal press into his throat. "Go on, then," he said.
"Anyone ever tell you you talk too much?" Valjean's breath was warm on his face. Despite himself, Javert trembled. The man was standing far too close to him, even with the limit of only a knife. His skin prickled in awareness of Valjean's proximity.
Rough hand on his shoulder, and he faced the wall, bracing himself for pain. The rope on his hands was tugged on, and then it parted, and slowly, Javert realised what had happened: Valjean had cut his bonds. "I don't understand," he started, rubbing his wrist as he turned cautiously around.
Valjean slid the knife away and hefted the gun, sighting along the barrel. "Quite simple, really. You're free. Go."
Javert moved closer, but the gun was still pointing away. "This won't change anything," he said, but the words felt hollow on his tongue. He touched Valjean's arm, grabbed a handful of his jacket and tugged him close. "I won't stop."
Their gazes locked, and Valjean nodded. "I know that," he said, and went to turn away. Javert threw caution to the wind and leaned forward, touching his mouth to that of the con's. His shivers increased, and the prickling on his skin intensified.
A long moment later, Valjean pulled back, eyes slightly glazed. "Go!" he whispered fiercely, and sighted along the barrel again. Lips burning, Javert went, hearing the gunshot behind him.
Suddenly there was so much more than simply trying to return the criminal to justice between them. Javert turned and corner and kept going, head all awhirl. Everything was different now.
Author: Dreamiflame
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The novel was written by Victor Hugo. I'm not sure who did the musical. Not making a cent from this.
Notes: I regret to admit I couldn't make it all the way through the novel, but I did try. This is unbeat-ed and hopefully not incredibly terrible.
Javert wasn't surprised to have Valjean appear next to him. The con held a gun and was dressed in an army uniform. "Come to end it?" Valjean pulled a knife and Javert felt the cold metal press into his throat. "Go on, then," he said.
"Anyone ever tell you you talk too much?" Valjean's breath was warm on his face. Despite himself, Javert trembled. The man was standing far too close to him, even with the limit of only a knife. His skin prickled in awareness of Valjean's proximity.
Rough hand on his shoulder, and he faced the wall, bracing himself for pain. The rope on his hands was tugged on, and then it parted, and slowly, Javert realised what had happened: Valjean had cut his bonds. "I don't understand," he started, rubbing his wrist as he turned cautiously around.
Valjean slid the knife away and hefted the gun, sighting along the barrel. "Quite simple, really. You're free. Go."
Javert moved closer, but the gun was still pointing away. "This won't change anything," he said, but the words felt hollow on his tongue. He touched Valjean's arm, grabbed a handful of his jacket and tugged him close. "I won't stop."
Their gazes locked, and Valjean nodded. "I know that," he said, and went to turn away. Javert threw caution to the wind and leaned forward, touching his mouth to that of the con's. His shivers increased, and the prickling on his skin intensified.
A long moment later, Valjean pulled back, eyes slightly glazed. "Go!" he whispered fiercely, and sighted along the barrel again. Lips burning, Javert went, hearing the gunshot behind him.
Suddenly there was so much more than simply trying to return the criminal to justice between them. Javert turned and corner and kept going, head all awhirl. Everything was different now.
