A/N: This was a late night drabble, one of those things that just needed to be written, just to be written. I hope I did all right with Cosette's characterization here. I'm sorry to say that I've only seen the musical (reading the book is on my to-do list), and I feel like Cosette isn't really given a firm character in the musical. I digress! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Les Mis.
Cosette was brushing her hair, humming a song that had no words to it. It was since her father's death that she had been happy. Laying the brush down, she stared back into the mirror and let out a little gasp. It was not her reflection that she saw, but one that tried to fill in a faded memory.
She raised her hand to the mirror, as the reflection copied her movement. A pale hand met hers, and her brown eyes met distant hazel eyes that spoke without words. Cosette moved her hand to try and grasp blonde hair that was not really there. The face in the mirror smiled gently, and yet it suggested pride.
"Love?" Marius poked his head into the room. Cosette jumped up, and wheeled around. "Did I startle you?" he asked gently. She said nothing, looking back in the mirror. The woman with blonde hair smiled back at her, before disappearing, her image replaced with one of Cosette's. Marius curiously looked at the mirror. "Did you see something?"
Mother. A voice in the back of her mind spoke, shading in slightly, but not filling the faded memory. "Yes, but it was nothing to fret over," Cosette assured him, touching his arm gently. "I only saw something I've never seen before." She dared one more look in the mirror to find her mother's gentle smile on her lips.
Marius shook his head laughing, kissing her on her forehead. Cosette laughed, linking her arm with his, and leaned against his arm. She closed her eyes contently, and her mother was before her again, smiling. Cosette reached for her mother's hand, and felt her mother's cool fingertips brushing her own. "Maman," she murmured quietly.
"Are you sure you're all right, Cosette?" Marius asked, causing Cosette's eyes to fly open. She was reaching for the air. He looked concerned and she kissed his cheek. He smiled softly, his fingertips brushing her cheeks.
As the couple headed out of their home, Fantine stood behind them, and could not have been prouder.