A/N – Soooo, that one got a few interesting responses. I've changed my
original storyline a little in case I'm ever bored and decide to write the
other stories in the trilogy after I finish this one. Yeah, so here I
shall be thanking me reviewers. Arrgh! (Dunno where that came from. I'm
pretty hyper cos I just finished seeing LM for the third time! Wheee!)
Elyse3- Yes! And it was awesome! Except the Fantine, who was pooish.
Sweet775- Nope, no death. But I do have a Harry Potter reference in here... I love this bit.
La Pamplemousse- Cosette is cool? That's news to me. No, I'm kidding, I love Cosette too.
Disclaimer – As we know, I don't own Les Mis. Victor Hugo owns Les Mis. I actually don't even own a signed playbill from the show I just saw, seeing how it was too late afterwards for me to try and locate any stage door. I don't own a ticket stub either, cos when I asked for mine, SOMEONE *cough Emma cough* didn't give it to me. Grrrrr! *makes piratey faces and sounds* I need sleep.
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Cosette awoke to find that she had been moved to one of the beds. Not quite sure what had happened, Cosette checked to see who else was in the room. In the bed on her right she saw Fantine, a doctor and the mayor bending over her. And in the bed to her left lay Inspector Javert, a white bandage wrapped around his forehead.
Cosette sighed balefully. She had meant to do permanent damage to the inspector. From the look of things, he would be back on his feet in no time.
Monsieur Madeleine heard her sigh and came to her bedside. "Are you feeling better, mademoiselle?"
Cosette nodded. "And Fantine?"
Monsieur Madeleine looked to the doctor, who straightened up and explained the situation. "The woman is very sick. The likelihood of her survival is rather slim. We need her to hold on and fight to survive."
"Her daughter! Monsieur le Maire, could you fetch her daughter, Cosette? She lives for Cosette!"
"Of course... but I do not know where she is."
Cosette sat up. "I do!"
She gave the mayor the best description of the inn at Montfermeil that she could. He left almost immediately, followed by the doctor.
As Cosette was leaning back against the pillows, a movement from her left caught her eye.
Inspector Javert was slowly sitting up, holding his hand to his head. Cosette guiltily noticed that the bandage was stained red in a large spot just above his ear.
She avoided eye contact with him, afraid of his anger.
Cosette waited for the inspector to shout at her.
He said nothing.
Silence.
Cosette finally looked at Javert, and to her surprise, he smiled at her. "Hello there," the Inspector said happily.
Rather confused, Cosette nervously smiled.
"This is an odd sort of place, isn't it?"
Cosette nodded a little.
"So, who are you?"
"Um... Euphrasie... Pontmercy," she lied carefully.
"Excellent! And... who am I?"
Cosette's jaw dropped open.
"Well, that's not very polite, is it?"
No response.
"I mean, I did ask you a question, now didn't I? Oh, look, I just asked two more! Isn't that interesting? Ah, three!"
Javert pushed a loose strand of hair behind his ear. "Well, gracious, what's this? It's like I've got an animal on my face, isn't it? Four questions! Do you have a mirror? What are these things, sideburns? Why on earth are my sideburns so huge? Goodness, that's seven questions!"
The doctor came back into the room. "Monsieur l'Inspecteur! How do you feel?" he asked, bowing.
"Oh dear, am I an Inspector? Eight! Well, that explains the sideburns, anyway. I'm actually feeling alright. It's this young lady I'm worried about. Look at her! Is she... is she all here?" Javert asked, pointing at his own bandaged head.
The doctor's eyes widened.
"Nine!" the inspector gasped happily.
The doctor closed his eyes tightly, then opened them again.
Javert smiled.
"I was afraid of this," the doctor said shakily.
Cosette found her voice at last. "Is he... alright?"
"Of course I am, silly! I feel just fine. Well, a little irked, actually. Could someone kindly explain what's going on?"
"I don't think it'll be permanent. His memory should come back eventually. I'm worried about the police in Montreuil-sur-Mer. He won't be able to work for a long time. Maybe some kind soul will let him work for free until he can get back on his feet."
"Ask the mayor when he comes back with Cosette."
"Cosette? That's a rather odd name, isn't it? Oh, that's eleven!"
Cosette left the doctor to deal with Inspector Javert. She climbed out of her bed and knelt by Fantine. "Fantine?"
The woman slowly opened her eyes and smiled. "I knew you were here, mademoiselle. I was asleep, but I saw you were here."
"The mayor has gone to fetch Cosette."
Fantine's face lit up. She smiled her toothless smile and wrapped her arms around Cosette. "Oh! My Cosette, here and with me! I-"
"I'm going to leave, Fantine. The mayor will take care of you."
"The mayor? But-"
"He's a good man," Cosette interrupted. "Trust him. He will bring you Cosette soon. You are very sick, but you need to at least hold on until your daughter arrives."
"My Cosette! Oh, I would hold her in my arms again," Fantine sighed.
Cosette held her mother tightly for a second more, then said farewell for what would be the last time. She had to return to her own time, leaving Fantine in Montreuil-sur-Mer. At least her mother would die happily, her daughter nearby.
Cosette left the mayor's home and again turned toward the cornfield on the edge of town.
Elyse3- Yes! And it was awesome! Except the Fantine, who was pooish.
Sweet775- Nope, no death. But I do have a Harry Potter reference in here... I love this bit.
La Pamplemousse- Cosette is cool? That's news to me. No, I'm kidding, I love Cosette too.
Disclaimer – As we know, I don't own Les Mis. Victor Hugo owns Les Mis. I actually don't even own a signed playbill from the show I just saw, seeing how it was too late afterwards for me to try and locate any stage door. I don't own a ticket stub either, cos when I asked for mine, SOMEONE *cough Emma cough* didn't give it to me. Grrrrr! *makes piratey faces and sounds* I need sleep.
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Cosette awoke to find that she had been moved to one of the beds. Not quite sure what had happened, Cosette checked to see who else was in the room. In the bed on her right she saw Fantine, a doctor and the mayor bending over her. And in the bed to her left lay Inspector Javert, a white bandage wrapped around his forehead.
Cosette sighed balefully. She had meant to do permanent damage to the inspector. From the look of things, he would be back on his feet in no time.
Monsieur Madeleine heard her sigh and came to her bedside. "Are you feeling better, mademoiselle?"
Cosette nodded. "And Fantine?"
Monsieur Madeleine looked to the doctor, who straightened up and explained the situation. "The woman is very sick. The likelihood of her survival is rather slim. We need her to hold on and fight to survive."
"Her daughter! Monsieur le Maire, could you fetch her daughter, Cosette? She lives for Cosette!"
"Of course... but I do not know where she is."
Cosette sat up. "I do!"
She gave the mayor the best description of the inn at Montfermeil that she could. He left almost immediately, followed by the doctor.
As Cosette was leaning back against the pillows, a movement from her left caught her eye.
Inspector Javert was slowly sitting up, holding his hand to his head. Cosette guiltily noticed that the bandage was stained red in a large spot just above his ear.
She avoided eye contact with him, afraid of his anger.
Cosette waited for the inspector to shout at her.
He said nothing.
Silence.
Cosette finally looked at Javert, and to her surprise, he smiled at her. "Hello there," the Inspector said happily.
Rather confused, Cosette nervously smiled.
"This is an odd sort of place, isn't it?"
Cosette nodded a little.
"So, who are you?"
"Um... Euphrasie... Pontmercy," she lied carefully.
"Excellent! And... who am I?"
Cosette's jaw dropped open.
"Well, that's not very polite, is it?"
No response.
"I mean, I did ask you a question, now didn't I? Oh, look, I just asked two more! Isn't that interesting? Ah, three!"
Javert pushed a loose strand of hair behind his ear. "Well, gracious, what's this? It's like I've got an animal on my face, isn't it? Four questions! Do you have a mirror? What are these things, sideburns? Why on earth are my sideburns so huge? Goodness, that's seven questions!"
The doctor came back into the room. "Monsieur l'Inspecteur! How do you feel?" he asked, bowing.
"Oh dear, am I an Inspector? Eight! Well, that explains the sideburns, anyway. I'm actually feeling alright. It's this young lady I'm worried about. Look at her! Is she... is she all here?" Javert asked, pointing at his own bandaged head.
The doctor's eyes widened.
"Nine!" the inspector gasped happily.
The doctor closed his eyes tightly, then opened them again.
Javert smiled.
"I was afraid of this," the doctor said shakily.
Cosette found her voice at last. "Is he... alright?"
"Of course I am, silly! I feel just fine. Well, a little irked, actually. Could someone kindly explain what's going on?"
"I don't think it'll be permanent. His memory should come back eventually. I'm worried about the police in Montreuil-sur-Mer. He won't be able to work for a long time. Maybe some kind soul will let him work for free until he can get back on his feet."
"Ask the mayor when he comes back with Cosette."
"Cosette? That's a rather odd name, isn't it? Oh, that's eleven!"
Cosette left the doctor to deal with Inspector Javert. She climbed out of her bed and knelt by Fantine. "Fantine?"
The woman slowly opened her eyes and smiled. "I knew you were here, mademoiselle. I was asleep, but I saw you were here."
"The mayor has gone to fetch Cosette."
Fantine's face lit up. She smiled her toothless smile and wrapped her arms around Cosette. "Oh! My Cosette, here and with me! I-"
"I'm going to leave, Fantine. The mayor will take care of you."
"The mayor? But-"
"He's a good man," Cosette interrupted. "Trust him. He will bring you Cosette soon. You are very sick, but you need to at least hold on until your daughter arrives."
"My Cosette! Oh, I would hold her in my arms again," Fantine sighed.
Cosette held her mother tightly for a second more, then said farewell for what would be the last time. She had to return to her own time, leaving Fantine in Montreuil-sur-Mer. At least her mother would die happily, her daughter nearby.
Cosette left the mayor's home and again turned toward the cornfield on the edge of town.