A/N- Okay, I must apologize for the lateness of this update. I totally forgot yesterday was Wednesday, but that's probably because I had midterms in political science, German, French, and linguistics. So I've literally typed this whole chapter during lecture and uploaded it with very few proofreads against all my instincts. And there's a pretty good chance that next chapter will be the last.

Princess Pajamas- (bows head) Maybe you do… but kudos for being the only one to notice. I just needed to vent a little, I guess. I've been trying to restrain myself from writing a badfic for a long time now, but, if things keep going the way they are in the fandom, I don't know if I'll be able to resist.

Chorus girl 24601- Your review made me laugh. I was only mostly dead, so it was okay. And now I feel swell. Yay!

BregoArodShadowfax- Haha, I just realized I've been reading your name wrong all this time. Whoops. Wow, did you try and see how many people you can fit into the bathroom on your plane? Or maybe try to picture four Mizzies crammed in there? Oh geez, I think that's a scene I should have explored.

Madame Enjolras- Hmm, I always assumed it was because the Book is roughly the size, shape… and weight… of an actual brick. But no one ever told me that specifically, so, it's kind of a guess.

miranda-keene- Wow, I actually saw R&J onstage for the first time last Friday. But yeah, I always laugh at the end of the play anyway, but it's because of Boy Meets World. There was an episode where Cory was trying to convince Feeny that young love always ended well, and he flips to the back of R&J and reads, "'Oh happy dagger, this is thy sheath.' …See? Happy dagger." Best. show. ever.

GizmoBunny- GASP I'm a day late will you ever forgive me? Am terribly amused at your purple-blooded Jehan, which reminds me of the old public library copy of the Book I first read. There was a dead spider crushed in the pages where Marius first met Éponine, which kind of fit the setting, I guess, but was extremely disgusting. And I was reading Javert's suicide while brushing my teeth, and, believe it or not, knocked over a cup of water and succeeded in making that page all crinkly and water-damaged. Irony! I also damaged my homemade Philip Quast bookmark with water. Huh.

East Coastie 1500- Um, I don't remember the kids' names off the top of my head, but if you saw a production of LMSE as directed by Terrence Mann on a Friday night in Raleigh, there's basically a 100 percent chance I was there too. Which is extremely bizarre, especially since it's the second time I've found out after the fact that I was at the same performance of a show with an ff(dot)net-er, and both times were in that same theatre. Haha, we're practically related! Were you there because you had friends in the show, or in a drastic effort to meet Terrence Mann? The latter applies to me.

cowsgomoo23- I've been wondering the same thing myself for some time now. I'm taking your inadvertent suggestion into serious consideration, just to let you know. My basic plan is to crash this story (haha) within two chapters and move on to a completely different, hopefully funnier, humourfic that I have in mind.


Sarah patted Marius's black curls. "That's Éponine, sweetheart. But I think that you may want to go talk to your beloved Cosette. She doesn't look very happy with you, dear, and I can think of a certain old Frenchman who would be displeased if you two didn't love each other."

Marius got to his feet, furrowing his brow. "Who? My grandfather?"

"No, honey," sighed Sarah. "Just go talk to Cosette. This is getting dull."

Still seeming a bit dazed, Marius wandered back toward his pouting beloved.

Sarah, meanwhile, was beginning to be frustrated. She wanted to go to Paris. How long had they been on the plane? Was her mother's friend waiting at the airport for a plane that still hadn't arrived? And where were the other passengers? Could the blow-up doll actually land the plane?

Behind her, she heard Marius trying to regain Cosette's favour.

"Angel," he was saying, "I care nothing for that girl! It was only because you and the murderer…"

Sarah turned. There was one thing to be said for the Mizzies—they were making this flight interesting.

Marius was kneeling before Cosette, who had turned her face away in what could have been a haughty snub, but it was obvious that her cheeks were bright red and a smile was curling across her lips.

"Cosette—" Marius began again, but he was cut off by a screech.

A frail woman with short blonde hair and no front teeth staggered forward. "Cosette?" she repeated, her voice rising into a half-panic. "My daughter's name is Cosette!"

Sarah could not help but wonder where these new Mizzies were coming from. And how long it would be until they reached Paris.

Cosette dropped Marius's hand, her eyes widening. "Maman?"

"Cosette!" the woman cried, "My baby! Did M'sieur le Maire come for you as he promised? I heard he was a convict, that was what the Inspector said, but he promised me he would collect you from Montfermeil…!"

Cosette launched herself at Fantine, resulting in a knee to Marius's eye. The two embraced, tears streaming down Fantine's ragged face, while the lawyer struggled—and ultimately failed—to maintain consciousness.

"My child! My own little daughter!" Fantine was saying.

And then Javert entered the business class.

Fantine froze, her eyes widening. "The inspector," she hissed, terror printed on all of her features.

"The… woman… who attacked the gentleman," replied Javert.

Sarah rolled her eyes. "You two should just team up! Fantine can pull teeth and Javert can incarcerate her victims, kind of like Sweeney Todd! Golly gee, that would make a great fanfic!"

The shameless plug was ignored.

"There is no false mayor to save you now!" Javert snarled in a brutish, fanfic-ish way. "JAIL!" and he seized her by the back of her dress and dragged her toward the restroom at the front of the plane.

"Honestly, though, how many people does he think he can fit in there?" Sarah wondered aloud. She expected no response from the Mizzies, and she received none. "Valjean, Montparnasse, Claquesous, and now Fantine?"

Cosette lurched forward in an attempt to save her newfound mother, but tripped over the unconscious Marius and fell, knocking Javert over. The Inspector lost his grip on the prostitute, and either passed out or went away. We'll decide which later.

"You saved me!" Fantine gasped. "Oh, my darling daughter! I can die happily at last!"

"Die?" Sarah and Cosette said together.

Cosette burst into tears. "No, mother, you can't die! You will live! Now that we're together at last, you're going to live!"

"It's too soon, too soon to say goodbye! Yes, Cosette, forbid me now to die! I'll obey. I will try. On this page—oh. Sorry," said Sarah. "Go on. Don't mind me."

Fantine and Cosette had gone back to crying and cuddling when the overhead compartment burst open and a certain gamin fell out. Fantine, Cosette, and Sarah stared at him.

Gavroche crossed his arms. "I wish I was loved by my mother."

"Oh, poor child!" said Fantine. "Come to me—"

"—And rest against my shoulder—"

"—and I'll love you!"

"Ugh," said Sarah, "this is so sweet I could hurl."

"Tell me about it," muttered Marius, who was beginning to come to. One of his eyes was showing signs of a lovely little bruise.

The two of them watched the group hug between Fantine, Cosette, and Gavroche.

"You know what?" Sarah said. "I've come to a realization."

"What realization might that be, mademoiselle?" asked Marius.

Sarah shrugged. "I'm getting tired of all these mother-loving Mizzies on this mother-loving plane."