A/N – Eek! I see Les Mis tomorrow! One Day More! When I get back, I'll
post a review of the touring cast on my website – K. Oh, and Happy Valentine's Day.
Freakyfairy- Yay! I have more than two readers!
La Pamplemousse- Aww... that's too sweet. Dogs are great. Cats, I like more, but dogs do a better job of keeping you company.
Elyse3- *still embarrassed of rant* Well, here's another chappie that's on topic. And in this one, Cosette does this cool thing where- *closes mouth firmly*
Disclaimer – I own not the Les Mis. Nor do I own the Back to the Future. However, come Sunday night, I will own a Les Mis ticket stub and a (hopefully) signed program. And a large, large smile on my face.
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Monsieur le Maire opened his front door to see his young charge standing in the melting snow with a sickly prostitute leaning on her shoulder. "Monsieur . . . ah . . . Madeleine, this is the woman who had the snow shoved down her back – not me! She is a good woman-"
Fantine blinked dizzily and suddenly recognized the rather confused man who stood before her. "Monsieur le Maire! You call yourself great, but you fired me from your factory when I had to send money to my Cosette! I had no way to get the money! No one would hire me after you let the whole town know about my daughter! I had to sell my hair and my teeth! All I have left to sell is myself, but without front teeth no one wants to take me. I have no money for false teeth, and even if I did I would have to send it to the good Thénardiers! My daughter . . ." Fantine trailed off for a moment.
"Mad-" the mayor began.
"You have degraded me!" she cried suddenly, spat in his face, and fainted in the snow.
Cosette stared, horrified, at the unconscious woman. She guiltily raised her eyes to the mayor's anger.
But her father surprised her.
Père Madeleine slowly wiped his cheek with his sleeve, then knelt in the snow and lifted Fantine in his arms.
"Poor woman," he murmured. "What have I done to your child?"
Something caught Cosette's eye. A familiar figure was hurrying past.
That Inspector Javert still frightened her. What if he had seen Fantine spit on the mayor . . .?
"Follow me, please," the mayor said to Cosette.
They went down the long hall again, entering a room next to the one that Cosette stayed in. This room, however, had several beds.
Père Madeleine laid Fantine on the nearest bed, then turned to leave. Cosette began to follow, then saw the man freeze.
Inspector Javert blocked the door.
[A/N – This was originally to be the end of a chapter, but it's way too short, so I'll stick the next chappie in here too.]
"Monsieur le Maire," Javert said stiffly. "I was passing by when that whore defiled your name, and I got a few men from the station. We will put her safe behind bars for a long while. She won't soon forget her mistake!"
A strange pleasure glowed in Javert's eyes. Seeing this, the hair on the back of Cosette's neck stood up.
The fierce, glittering stare turned away from Fantine at last. Javert nodded and two constables entered the room and started toward the bed.
[A/N – Can anyone identify who that stare belongs to?]
Madeleine blocked their way.
"She is innocent, Inspector Javert."
Cosette looked around frantically. A pair of heavy silver candlesticks sat on the bedside table. Cosette slowly picked one up.
"Step aside, Monsieur le Maire," Javert hissed.
"No, Monsieur l'Inspecteur. Leave my house."
"Step aside!"
One of the constables tried to get past Madeleine again, but the mayor moved to stop him. Javert took advantage of this distraction to advance on the unconscious figure.
Madeleine, struggling now with both constables, did not see this.
Cosette did.
Lifting the heavy silver candlestick with both hands, Cosette swung it around and felt it meet squarely with Javert's skull.
A sickening crunch was followed by a thud as the Inspector's limp body hit the ground.
The struggle on the other side of the room ceased.
Javert lay still.
Madeleine and the constables gaped at Cosette.
She looked at the crimson blood on the edge of the silver candlestick.
Père Madeleine's eye twitched.
The room reeled.
Cosette dropped the candlestick on Javert's stomach and fainted.
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*Gasp!* Is Javvie okay? What did Cosette do? Is this fic almost over? All these questions and many, many more will be answered when I update next time . . . whenever that will be. So review.
Freakyfairy- Yay! I have more than two readers!
La Pamplemousse- Aww... that's too sweet. Dogs are great. Cats, I like more, but dogs do a better job of keeping you company.
Elyse3- *still embarrassed of rant* Well, here's another chappie that's on topic. And in this one, Cosette does this cool thing where- *closes mouth firmly*
Disclaimer – I own not the Les Mis. Nor do I own the Back to the Future. However, come Sunday night, I will own a Les Mis ticket stub and a (hopefully) signed program. And a large, large smile on my face.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Monsieur le Maire opened his front door to see his young charge standing in the melting snow with a sickly prostitute leaning on her shoulder. "Monsieur . . . ah . . . Madeleine, this is the woman who had the snow shoved down her back – not me! She is a good woman-"
Fantine blinked dizzily and suddenly recognized the rather confused man who stood before her. "Monsieur le Maire! You call yourself great, but you fired me from your factory when I had to send money to my Cosette! I had no way to get the money! No one would hire me after you let the whole town know about my daughter! I had to sell my hair and my teeth! All I have left to sell is myself, but without front teeth no one wants to take me. I have no money for false teeth, and even if I did I would have to send it to the good Thénardiers! My daughter . . ." Fantine trailed off for a moment.
"Mad-" the mayor began.
"You have degraded me!" she cried suddenly, spat in his face, and fainted in the snow.
Cosette stared, horrified, at the unconscious woman. She guiltily raised her eyes to the mayor's anger.
But her father surprised her.
Père Madeleine slowly wiped his cheek with his sleeve, then knelt in the snow and lifted Fantine in his arms.
"Poor woman," he murmured. "What have I done to your child?"
Something caught Cosette's eye. A familiar figure was hurrying past.
That Inspector Javert still frightened her. What if he had seen Fantine spit on the mayor . . .?
"Follow me, please," the mayor said to Cosette.
They went down the long hall again, entering a room next to the one that Cosette stayed in. This room, however, had several beds.
Père Madeleine laid Fantine on the nearest bed, then turned to leave. Cosette began to follow, then saw the man freeze.
Inspector Javert blocked the door.
[A/N – This was originally to be the end of a chapter, but it's way too short, so I'll stick the next chappie in here too.]
"Monsieur le Maire," Javert said stiffly. "I was passing by when that whore defiled your name, and I got a few men from the station. We will put her safe behind bars for a long while. She won't soon forget her mistake!"
A strange pleasure glowed in Javert's eyes. Seeing this, the hair on the back of Cosette's neck stood up.
The fierce, glittering stare turned away from Fantine at last. Javert nodded and two constables entered the room and started toward the bed.
[A/N – Can anyone identify who that stare belongs to?]
Madeleine blocked their way.
"She is innocent, Inspector Javert."
Cosette looked around frantically. A pair of heavy silver candlesticks sat on the bedside table. Cosette slowly picked one up.
"Step aside, Monsieur le Maire," Javert hissed.
"No, Monsieur l'Inspecteur. Leave my house."
"Step aside!"
One of the constables tried to get past Madeleine again, but the mayor moved to stop him. Javert took advantage of this distraction to advance on the unconscious figure.
Madeleine, struggling now with both constables, did not see this.
Cosette did.
Lifting the heavy silver candlestick with both hands, Cosette swung it around and felt it meet squarely with Javert's skull.
A sickening crunch was followed by a thud as the Inspector's limp body hit the ground.
The struggle on the other side of the room ceased.
Javert lay still.
Madeleine and the constables gaped at Cosette.
She looked at the crimson blood on the edge of the silver candlestick.
Père Madeleine's eye twitched.
The room reeled.
Cosette dropped the candlestick on Javert's stomach and fainted.
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*Gasp!* Is Javvie okay? What did Cosette do? Is this fic almost over? All these questions and many, many more will be answered when I update next time . . . whenever that will be. So review.