~*~ When Fans Go Bad!: The Les Mis Version ~*~
(Or: A Game for Bored Young Girls to Play)

~*~ By Andikins and Morikins~*~

A/N: Part 8, Chapter 6...wheee! D Anyway...there's absolutely NOTHING to explain in this chapter. *pouts* I know the pink togas were kind of, er, unusual and unorthodox (to say the least), but, hey – I'm an Author, it's what I do. ^.~ And Enjolras' girlfriend...*snort* I wish! ^^;;; Anyway, R/R, as usual...enjoy!

VIII. Chapter Six, or: More Laughing (and finding Courfeyrac)

It was Andi who, after about five minutes, broke the silence. Her voice sounding oddly strangled, she choked out, Um...guys? What in the name of...

Mori, sounding equally odd, added, I mean, what on earth is...

And who did...

And where did you...

Both authors broke off, rather unusual expressions on both of their faces. Bahorel finally broke out, "WHAT?!?!" in frustration.

Both authors looked at the three, er, "dangerous revolutionaries" (in pink, lacy, heart-stamped togas), then at each other, then burst out laughing.

Just LOOK at yourselves!

You're supposed to be on the barricades fighting...and you're wearing PINK!!

Dangerous revolutionaries! HA!

Laigle, bright red, was trying not to laugh; Bahorel, also bright red, was trying not to scream; and poor Feuilly (also bright red) looked like he had no idea what to do.

It was Andi, again, who broke the tension. Wiping tears from her eyes, she calmed down enough to choke out, Alright...men. *snort* Tell us what exactly happened...how you got here...and, like Enjolras said, what in the name of the Republic you're wearing.

"We're wearing pink, lacy, heart-stamped togas!" said Laigle, grinning, and obviously undaunted by his foofoo-ness. "Can't you tell?"

*glares* You KNOW what I mean.

"Weeeeeell..." Bahorel began.

"It was all your fault!" Feuilly interrupted, in a childish wail. "Why didn't you wait for us? If you hadn't... that is, if you'd just..."

Laigle heaved a sigh, and attempted to kick Feuilly and Bahorel out of the way. Instead, of course, he managed to stub his toe on Bahorel's belt loop. Wincing, he spoke: "You breathed."

All present, with the exception of the three pink ones, blinked. Mori muttered to herself, Well of course they breathed. The point is...?

"The point is," Laigle said with a grin, "We were travelling in a parallel universe. In water. And for some reason, only the first five people to attempt to breathe in that 'ocean' thing will be able to. Something about disposing of unneeded labourers."

~

"Well that's kinda stupid." Enjolras rolled his eyes.

Tell me about it. Now could you kindly stop with your useless comments?

At that moment, there was a shrill battle-cry and a brownish blob came plummeting out of the sky.

HOWDAREYOUINSULTENJIESORRYGOTTARUUUUN! Aforementioned blob trampled Mori and was gone, a couple of Gavroche's secret police close in pursuit. Mori uttered a weak cry, picked herself up, and attempted to gather the loose bits of parchment that had gone flying every which way.

"Hah, weak author; a mere trampling would be nothing to me. You shouldn't be so selfish."

Coming to the conclusion that being stuck in the middle of nowhere was driving Enjolras to insanity, Mori ignored this. As I was saying...

~

"We, who have deeper breaths than the rest of you, were able to hold out," Laigle continued, "but, naturally, we drowned!"

"And went to heaven,"

"...Where they gave us pink dresses and made us rehearse 'A Heart Full of Love' until someone conveniently came along and rescued us." Bahorel spat in disgust.

"And here we are."

Fascinating, muttered Andi, picking up a golden rope that was tied around Bahorel's sleeve and playing with it, giggling madly. Bahorel glared and tugged the rope out of her grasp.

Mori cleared her throat. Well, if you're here, where's Courfeyrac?

Laigle and Feuilly exchanged a look, and the Eagle took a deep breath.
"Er...he's in...er..."

"Out with it!" demanded Enjolras. "Where is he?"

"...CourfeyracrefusedtowearthepinktogaandsoGodbanishedhimtohell!" burst out Laigle, looking terrified.

"WHAT?!?!?!?"

WHAT?!?!?! demanded Andi, shooting to her feet. HOW CAN THIS BE?!?!? I am agog, and aghast, and all that! Except I couldn't care less about Marius, but that's not the point! The point is, one of my chars has been banished!! Only I do the banishing around here...this is unacceptable!! I must go and retrieve Courfeyrac!

Slightly surprised at Andi's declaration, Enjolras added, "I will not allow one of my petty followers – er, I mean, dedicated friends – to be banished like so! It is unacceptable!"

Jehan got to his feet, tears streaming from his eyes. "I will follow our Fearless Leader and his girlfriend through fire and ice!"

Enjolras did a double take, nearly choking on his spit (one of the few cases in which I *do* mean saliva, not SPIT). "GIRLFRIEND?!?!?!"

*smirkglompclingEnjie*

Combeferre raised his hand. "I should probably go, too..."

"OH NO YOU DON'T!!!!" Joly pushed his hand back down. "You're deathly ill! I need to keep you under supervision!!"

"I am NOT deathly ill, Joly! I'm perfectly fine!"

"That's what they aaaaaaaaaall say!!"

"I'll go," offered Laigle.

"Me too!" piped up Feuilly.

Andi stood and took a ring from her finger, beginning to twist it. Alright, so Enjie, Jehan, Laigle, and Feuilly are going with me to Heaven to get God's permission to bring Courfeyrac back up from Hell...Mori, you keep an eye on these guys. She gestured to the close-to-dead Grantaire, Bahorel, Combeferre, and Joly. Seeya! After saluting, Andi finally threw the ring into the air, and it opened up a portal. She grabbed Laigle and Feuilly by the pink collars and threw them into the portal. She then threw the whimpering Jehan in, and, grabbing Enjolras' hand, jumped in after them.