Disclaimer - I do not own Cosette, Jean Valjean, Doctor Emmett Brown,
Fantine, Marius, Toussaint, or Javert. However, I will take credit for the
constables, the old man, his son, and the Polish Terrorists.
A/N- there will be some mild violence and lovely lady-ing, but not enough to scare away all the kiddies
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"Save the clock tower? Save the clock tower!" cried the crone of the Luxembourg garden. She held a handful of papers that all read the same thing in one hand and a small sack in the other. "Pardon me, ma chère, but will you give a sou to save the clock tower?"
"Sorry, but-"
"Mademoiselle, a bolt of lightning struck that tower in 1823, and it has never worked since, but it is still an important landmark of the Luxembourg gardens! And just because it is broken the king wants it torn down! Have a heart, mademoiselle!"
The crone handed the young lady a paper, but noticed that she seemed to be distracted by something in the distance. Realizing she had lost her audience, the old woman hobbled away.
But our focus remains on the bench with the young woman. She saw someone approaching from across the garden and smiled radiantly. It was an extremely handsome young man wearing his best suit.
"Mademoiselle," he began, "I have watched you for some tome now. I hope you do not think it wrong of me. I have wished to speak with you, to tell you - Mon Dieu! I do not even know your name!"
He sank onto the bench next to her. "My name is Marius Pontmercy."
She smiled. "And mine's Cosette."
"Cosette," he sighed, "I don't know what to say!"
A/N - I would enjoy going on like this for a while, but seeing as you probably know this song by heart already, I'll just stop quoting and move on with my story.
"But every time I have seen you here, you have been with your father. Where is he? Not ill, I hope?"
"No, nothing like that. Something . . . happened yesterday. I am not sure what, but he insisted that someone was outside. He is afraid of this man and told me to walk alone today," Cosette replied. "I am a little worried for . . ."
She trailed off, for she heard Toussaint calling her name. "Marius, you must leave. Toussaint will be here in a moment to escort me home-"
Marius took the paper she was holding and pulled a pen and container of ink from his pocket.
"You keep a pen and ink in your pocket?" Cosette asked.
"Of course. Don't you?"
He scribbled down these words on the paper about the clock tower:
Je t'aime! No. 50-52
And then he was gone. Toussaint came huffing and puffing over the hill. "M- m- mademoiselle!"
Cosette sighed.
A/N- there will be some mild violence and lovely lady-ing, but not enough to scare away all the kiddies
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"Save the clock tower? Save the clock tower!" cried the crone of the Luxembourg garden. She held a handful of papers that all read the same thing in one hand and a small sack in the other. "Pardon me, ma chère, but will you give a sou to save the clock tower?"
"Sorry, but-"
"Mademoiselle, a bolt of lightning struck that tower in 1823, and it has never worked since, but it is still an important landmark of the Luxembourg gardens! And just because it is broken the king wants it torn down! Have a heart, mademoiselle!"
The crone handed the young lady a paper, but noticed that she seemed to be distracted by something in the distance. Realizing she had lost her audience, the old woman hobbled away.
But our focus remains on the bench with the young woman. She saw someone approaching from across the garden and smiled radiantly. It was an extremely handsome young man wearing his best suit.
"Mademoiselle," he began, "I have watched you for some tome now. I hope you do not think it wrong of me. I have wished to speak with you, to tell you - Mon Dieu! I do not even know your name!"
He sank onto the bench next to her. "My name is Marius Pontmercy."
She smiled. "And mine's Cosette."
"Cosette," he sighed, "I don't know what to say!"
A/N - I would enjoy going on like this for a while, but seeing as you probably know this song by heart already, I'll just stop quoting and move on with my story.
"But every time I have seen you here, you have been with your father. Where is he? Not ill, I hope?"
"No, nothing like that. Something . . . happened yesterday. I am not sure what, but he insisted that someone was outside. He is afraid of this man and told me to walk alone today," Cosette replied. "I am a little worried for . . ."
She trailed off, for she heard Toussaint calling her name. "Marius, you must leave. Toussaint will be here in a moment to escort me home-"
Marius took the paper she was holding and pulled a pen and container of ink from his pocket.
"You keep a pen and ink in your pocket?" Cosette asked.
"Of course. Don't you?"
He scribbled down these words on the paper about the clock tower:
Je t'aime! No. 50-52
And then he was gone. Toussaint came huffing and puffing over the hill. "M- m- mademoiselle!"
Cosette sighed.