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

~*~ By Andikins and Morikins~*~

A/N: OK, there is absolutely nothing to say about this chapter. *pout* Aside from...this is the point where it starts to degrade into a semi-serious fic! *gasps* The horror! *ahem* Anyway, enjoy, and pleeeease review! ^.^ MUCH thanks to the people that have...I looooove you guys!!! *glomp*

X. Chapter Eight, or: Trouble with An Author

Andi was freefalling. She had no idea where she was going, nor where she would end up. She pulled out the ring that she had used to open the portal, and looked at it. Her eyes widened in horror.

Oh, no! I can't be going –

Then there was a loud CRASH, and Andi tumbled out of her freefall, only to land...

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...at the feet of Andi.

Enjolras blinked.

Jehan blinked.

Feuilly blinked.

Laigle tried to blink, but ended up getting an eyelash stuck in his eye; howling with pain, he doubled over, trying to get it out.

Andi blinked, then grinned and saluted, as if doubles of herself fell from the sky every day. Hey there, Andi!

Andi #2 got to her feet, facing her double.

Enjolras, looked extremely confused. "Er...why are there two of you?"

Two of who? chorused the Andis. Me or her?

Laigle, who had finally managed to extricate the eyelash from his eye, looked up. "Eh? I think I'm seeing double...just my luck."

Jehan squealed, then fainted. Feuilly ran over to him. "Jehan! Ack, I need help...Andi!"

Yes? chorused both Andis. Feuilly smacked himself on the head, proceeding to fall over unconscious.

Enjolras studied the Andis. The two were perfect replicas of each other, only Andi #2 was slightly taller, had slightly brighter eyes, and looked generally more Omnipotent-Author-ish. That's generally what happens when people travel back into the past. The only difference was that Andi #2's clothes were messier, dirtier, and more travel-worn.

Andi took all of this in. Ye Gods, Andi, where have you BEEN?

Andi #2 shook her head. You don't wanna know. You'll be going there yourself soon, anyway.

Ah...you're from the future?

Yep. Just call me Rei!

Andi nodded, still a bit confused at this new development.

"So, anyway..." Enjolras cleared his throat.

Right, Rei added. So, Andi, tell me what's up. What have you been doing?

See for yourself. Andi gestured at their surroundings, and Rei took them in.

The group was in a very large...place. It looked very much like the barricade, only it was painted dark red. Not Valentine-y red, not maroon-red, but blood-red, flame-red. In the corner, small flames were floating in the air and lighting up the area. There seemed to be more such areas, some resembling rivers, some forests, etc. later on. But they were approaching the barricade area with one thing in mind.

You're going to free Courfeyrac.

Andi and Enjolras nodded resolutely. Rei sighed. They had no idea what was coming – could she blame them? But who was she to change the canon of her life? If she had had to live through it, she wasn't going to spare them. Who knows what could happen as a result of that?

Let's go, then.

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"What? So you mean Andi's not ... HERE, anymore?" Combeferre exclaimed.

I don't really know how that works. Why don't you go look for her?

Combeferre shrugged and got up. "I know what happens next anyway. Call me when you're reading about Andi's group."

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An empty chair and an empty table (now that (half of) Marius' friends were... gone, but not dead – yet *evil laugh*) appeared, and Mori sat at it. Ahh, that's better. Now why did Joly get doubled? I wanted a 'Ferre... She pouted, and Combeferre smirked.

From inside the glass cage, Joly #2 had somehow fixed his finger and was now pounding on the walls. "Let me out!"

No, no, I'm afraid we have to go on.

"Wait a minute," started Combeferre, "I just had a thought. If you're the author, why aren't you writing? Why can't you just... solve this quickly?"

Bahorel nodded. "It seems like you're just playing around with us. Or else you're lying to us, and you're not an author at all."

Mori looked startled, not having expected this. W-what? Of course I'm an author! And if I could just 'solve this quickly', I'd have done it long ago! Don't question my authority.

"I seem to remember that you were the one who brought us here. Things like this don't happen on an every-day basis!" A shadow and a threat (oh, and a suspicion) was growing in Combeferre's mind.

"LET ME OUT!!!!!!!!!!!"

Completely ignoring Joly #2, Combeferre continued: "Why would you bring us here if you didn't want us here? It's no secret that you and Andi are obsessed with Les Misérables, and certainly no coincidence that we are ...apparently... from Les Misérables."

Er... Mori removed a small radio from her belt, fumbled with the dials, and spoke. Andi? ...Help? ...Damn, the batteries are out.

Bahorel grinned and held up a couple of AA batteries.

GAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who'd ever think I would live to be blackmailed by book characters?!

Bahorel and Combeferre promptly tied Mori up and nailed her to a tree. Coming to a realization, Mori just put on an indifferent expression. You can't do anything to me. I'm writing you.

"Unless you want us to do something to you."

O_O;;; Okay, Bahorel, that's just wrong. And I am not some suicidal freak!

"Suuuuuure."

"...Or maybe we'll just keep you there until you decide to do something, instead of taking us on these pointless walks."

Oh come on, could you be more boring?

The Amis sat down to wait, and Joly and Grantaire (after a bit of a fuss) woke up and joined in. Mori was becoming increasingly uneasy, and it didn't help much that her ...ehm... "audience" was polishing knives. Except for the occasional beating of fists against glass, and the swish of metal against metal, no sound could be heard.

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Enjolras groaned. "How dull. Is this really what happened while my group was having fun in Hell?"

Hey, it's not my fault Combeferre and Bahorel have no creativity. Mori glared at Enjolras, irritated.

"Remember you're the one in charge of writing them."

...Right, whatever.