Movie-verse, because it's stuck in my head. Exploring Gavroche and Marius's relationship (can you tell Gav's my favorite? Haha), because "without Marius, Gavroche would've bitten dust." Um SOBBING but okay. Ew this is short. Um. Yeah. One-shot, like everything else I've ever written ever. So yeah. FLUFF FLUFFITY FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF.

Disclaimer: I'm feeling original today, so I think I'll put a creative disclaimer. I do not own Les Miserables.

Poke.

"Marius."

Nudge.

"Marius!"

Shove.

"MARIUS!"

"Ah!" Marius yelped, sitting bolt upright. He was breathing hard, and sweat was practically pouring off of his pale face. He blinked at the morning sun, which was just rising over the streets of Paris. It took him a moment to remember where he was, and when he did, a wave of apprehension washed over him. Of course. The barricades. He turned to look at his "alarm clock", who was looking at him with enormous blue eyes crowned by a mop of tangled dirty blond hair.

"Oh. Hullo, Gavroche," he muttered, still trying to take in his surroundings. Gavroche regarded him for a moment with a streetwise gaze.

"Y'okay, Marius?"

Marius' chest heaved as he struggled to take in enough air. He tried frantically to calm himself down. Best not to disturb the others.

"Y-Yes, Gavroche. Only a dream." Gavroche nodded, his big eyes widening even further to give him a wise, solemn look.

"Yeah, these barricade-type situations give ya some crazy nightmares. What was yours about?" Marius thought for a moment.

"I don't remember."

Gavroche suddenly grinned widely, his eyes sparkling the way they did when he teased someone.

"Cosette?"

Marius spun around to face the boy, who was smiling innocently. "How do you know her name?!" he hissed, trying to keep his voice low for the benefit of the other students. His eyes darted around frantically. If Gavroche knew, everyone in Paris would soon find out. Gavroche grinned again and leaned back against the barricade.

"C'mon, Marius. This is Gavroche you're talkin' to. I know ev'rybody."

"Still!" Marius whispered harshly, not quite over his initial shock. Gavroche giggled at his anxiety.

"God, Marius. Y've taken quite a fancy t'her."

"Yes, she's beautiful, isn't she?" Marius responded, forgetting his anger as a glaze of pure happiness covered his eyes at the thought of his beloved. He stared off into the distance for a moment, envisioning her face. He did not notice Gavroche's uncontrollable snickering for a few moments; that is, not until the boy was rolling around on the ground, clutching his stomach in absolute mirth and gasping for breath between frantic giggles.

"Y-Your face..." he choked out, before falling to the ground again. Marius blushed wildly, then, in a spurt of sudden agility, leapt at Gavroche.

"Ah! No, Mahaharius! N-No! Stoppit! Help!" Gavroche shrieked, trying in vain to pry Marius' tickling fingers off of his abdomen.

"Take it back!"

"N-Never!"

"I'll only stop when you take it back!" Marius cried dramatically, tickling harder. Finally, Gavroche could take it no longer.

"Fine! Fine! Marius! Stahahap I take it baaack!"

Marius sat up slowly, smiling fondly at the young street urchin that lay before him, rubbing his stomach and trying to stem the flow of leftover giggles.

"Are you alright?" Marius asked in a concerned tone, reaching out a hand to help Gavroche up. The boy glared at him for a moment before accepting the outstretched hand, still panting slightly.

"Never... do that... again," he complained. Marius grinned and ruffled his hair.

"No promises."

FIN.