A/N: Now, I'm gonna try to update once a week, so bear with me, I wasted my summer and am now paying for it

A/N: Now, I'm gonna try to update once a week, so bear with me, I wasted my summer and am now paying for it.

Disclaimer: Victor Hugo owns Javert, Valjean, that bench in the last chapter and quite possibly the gamin too.

Javert shook his head and read on.

Javert, religion is a key part of life, it made me what I am, (Javert scoffed at this) and you need to embrace it somehow. So help them establish a soup kitchen or at least donate, and remember, I'll be close by.

Javert shrugged and headed in the direction of the nearest church; upon reaching it (It's a little place called Notre Dame) he quietly stepped through the door and felt almost embarrassed to realize that there were a few dozen people praying quietly.

Silently, hoping not to draw the attention of the people in the church, he made his way to the donation box.

But about three feet away from the box, a priest popped out of nowhere, "Good afternoon, my son! Are you here for confession?"

"No, I—" Javert started, but before he could finish, the priest, more or less shoved him into the confession box.

Javert could've sworn he heard someone laughing hysterically from the pews.

"Now what do you have to confess, my son?"

"You see I—"

"No need to be shy, I'm sworn to secrecy, I took an oath" the priest said reassuringly.

"But—"

"None of that, what do you have to say, my son?"

"I'm not here for confession! I'm supposed to donate!" Javert exclaimed rushing out of the box, and dropping a few francs into the donation box before practically running from the cathedral.

Javert was far to aggravated to even look at the list as he slowed his walk and headed to his flat. Once he got to the apartment building, he reached into his pocket for his room key, stopping short at his door, staring at another sheet of paper tacked to it.

"Oh come on Valjean! Stop putting holes in my door!" Javert said exasperatedly as he took down the paper, unlocked his door and stepped inside.

Javert,

That wasn't exactly what I had in mind; you scared the poor little boy half to death!

And, although it wasn't very Christian of me, that episode at the cathedral was very funny.

Go on with the list, other than scaring the little boy, you're doing very well,

J.V

Javert rolled his eyes. "I'm really starting to loath you even more, Valjean"