"My friends!" Javert looked up from where to stood at the foot of the barricade to Enjolras, who looked very serious and was listening carefully to what Javert had to say.
He did not remember the night Javert had found him, that much was obvious, or Enjolras would surely have told everyone he could not be trusted, he spoke to the students, of 'what he knew', when the time came and the barricade fell, he was going to get Enjolras, save him and take him to his home, protect him and look after him. That was his plan.
Until Gavroche exposed him for what he was, a spy, he watched Enjolras' face turned to mild surprise as Gavroche told them that he was none other than Inspector Javert, and given half a chance would shoot them all in the back.
He wanted to tell Enjolras then, about his plan, he wasn't going to shoot him, he was going to care for him, help him…
He watched Enjolras' eyes as they pondered whether to shoot Javert right here and now, or spare his life, he sighed heavily as Enjolras gave the order for him to be tied up, the last man alive was to be his killer. They couldn't spare the ammunition.
"Let others rise to take our place, until the Earth is FREE!"
Enjolras climbed the barricade, he pulled the flag from where it was placed and waved it, he looked out, bullets flashed and flew past him, driving themselves into the chests of his friends, still he waved.
A million speeches, people, events in his life flew past his eyes and he blinked them away. As he was struck in the arm he gasped in pain, but no sooner had the bullet struck than the pain vanished, he still stood and held the flag.
He turned to see Grantaire tumbling down the barricade, unrecognisable as a bullet had torn into his face. Soon I shall be free. Another shot came, this time it seemed to come slowly, and he, by some miracle felt as though he was watching it, as it struck his chest he fell to his knees, to the other side of the barricade and groaned. He pivoted on his knees, attempting to get back to his own side, he was struck in the back, and involuntarily his body shoved forwards, the flag dropped from his hand.
Javert approached the barricade, shaking, he looked at the bodies of the National Guard's men, Constables, officers he had known, he gulped and walked on.
He cast his eyes across the barricade; a flash of red caught his eye.
Enjolras, wrapped in his Red Revolutionary flag, his face calm, arms spread, he looked like an angel being welcomed into the arms of god, Javert grasped at his chest "Oh Christ", he stepped over a messy pile of blown apart brains and blood, "Oh Christ", he walked to Enjolras, he climbed onto the barricade and stroked at his blond hair, he wiped a trail of blood from the corner of his mouth and bent close and kissed him on the lips.
"Sleep…" he whispered, wiping a flood of tears from his cheeks.
He jumped down from the barricade, and as he did, something the other side of it caught his eye, a figure moving, someone carrying something, another person perhaps. He lifted a body carefully away from a gap in the barricade and peered through, Jean ValJean!
Javert was going to do something right today; forcing himself not to look at Enjolras he climbed the barricade to chase the convict, Jean ValJean, 24601, one final time.
