A/N- This was a relatively quick update cos I have a jillion fic ideas and
I can't have too many fics going at once. Thus I end my third fic.
Elyse3- Brilliant? Ooh... I've never been called that before. Thank you muchly, and thanks for reading da fic.
La Pamplemousse- .../not/ old? It IS madness. The book is now on my "to buy and read" list, along with this book I found by Hugo about the last days of a condemned man... Hey, it's Hugo. Plot bunny? Ooh... what is in store for us?
And, everyone, go to the Lord of the Rings category and check out my insane fic, LEGEO & GIMLIET! Be afraid. Be very afraid.
Disclaimer- I'll do a proper disclaimer, for old times' sake. I don't own Back to the Future, Doc Brown, or a DeLorean. I don't own Cosette, Valjean, Fantine, Toussaint, Marius, Javert, Bamatabois, Fauchelevant, or anyone I've left out. *sniffs* Goodbye, my fic.
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When Cosette awoke, a light was filtering through the window. She leapt to her feet, ready to rush downstairs for breakfast, when she noticed the flyer about the clock tower on her floor. She picked it up and read the writing on the back:
"Je t'aime! 50-52"
She and Marius would have to keep their relationship a secret from her overprotective father. The poor man: living all his life in fear of that awful Javert. Cosette finally understood.
She skipped down the stairs to the table. Only Toussaint was home.
"Toussaint!" Cosette noticed a string of pearls around the woman's neck. "What are you wearing?"
"The p-pearls your father g-gave me months ago, mademoiselle," Toussaint replied.
Cosette blinked.
Someone knocked on the door, and Toussaint rushed to answer it. Cosette, having nothing better to do, followed.
When Toussaint pulled the door opened, Cosette stifled a scream. Javert stood at the door.
"Good morning, Toussaint," he said pleasantly, nodding. "I brought Monsieur Valjean's carriage from the blacksmith's. The wheel is fixed. Valjean... every time I say monsieur's name I feel as if I should know it from somewhere else."
Toussaint, who had immediately flushed at the sight of Javert, giggled and fingered her pearls.
Cosette staggered back into the kitchen. There was no mistaking the sideburns and rigid posture... but how could that be Javert?
The back door opened and Cosette's father entered, speaking over his shoulder to someone who was still out in the garden. "We, ma chere, you certainly seemed to enjoy the sunrise this morning."
"The colors, Jean! It was just beautiful!" responded a voice that Cosette recognized but could not quite place.
What had shocked her was the sight of her father. His hair was no longer white, but the same dark color it had been nine years ago, graying at the temples. "Papa!" Cosette cried.
"What's the matter with Cosette?" asked the voice from the garden.
Fauchelevant, who currently looked more like Madeleine, stepped aside. Cosette gasped.
Fantine stood behind him, stood behind him, rosy-cheeked and healthy. Her blonde hair had grown back down to her waist, and she apparently wore false front teeth, for the gap could not be seen. She approached Cosette worriedly.
"M-Madame Valjean?" came Toussaint's voice from the hallway. "Is everything alright?"
"Valjean?" Cosette was confused.
"Of course, ma fille. You remember. Jean began using his true name after the angel came," Fantine explained.
"An angel?"
"In Montreuil-sur-Mer. The one who brought Fantine to me and then... helped... Javert so that I could bring you back from the tavern. We've told you this story before, Cosette," her father chimed in.
"Isn't this the big day?" Fantine interrupted.
"What? What, Maman?"
She put her hands to her hips in mock frustration. "You promised us that you would introduce us to your Marius today."
"But... but Papa, you said-"
"M-mademoiselle, there us a young m-man at the door who wishes to s-speak with you," Toussaint called.
Cosette looked pleadingly at her father.
"Well, go on," he urged her.
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Marius took her hand in his. "Cosette..."
She smiled. "I have dreamed of this. Just you and me-"
Marius raised an eyebrow. "We've been alone together quite a lot. Are you feeling alright?"
Cosette turned to face her home. Valjean sat in the garden with his arm around Fantine's shoulders.
"Everything is wonderful," she said firmly. "Just wonderful."
Valjean and Fantine noticed the other couple looking at them, waved, and went back into the house.
Suddenly Marius was leaning toward her... his breath on her face...
There was a flash of light in the alley, and the time machine pulled up by the open garden gate. The doc leapt out.
"Monsieur?" Cosette gasped.
"Come with me!" he shouted back.
"But monsieur, Fantine is alive, Marius is here, and-"
"Bring Marius along! It concerns him too!"
"Why?" Cosette asked desperately. "What happens to us in the future?" She lowered her voice. "Do we become... robbers or something?"
"No, no, both you and Marius turn out fine. It's your children! Something has got to be done about your children!"
He shoved them into the passenger seat of the time machine, backed the car up, and shot forward.
They disappeared in a flash of blue light.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Actually, I may not continue, depending on how many other fics I end up writing. If you ever see LM Meets BTTF Part II, you'll know it's me. Otherwise, it's been great writing this fic, I love your reviews, now GO READ MY OTHER STUFF!
Elyse3- Brilliant? Ooh... I've never been called that before. Thank you muchly, and thanks for reading da fic.
La Pamplemousse- .../not/ old? It IS madness. The book is now on my "to buy and read" list, along with this book I found by Hugo about the last days of a condemned man... Hey, it's Hugo. Plot bunny? Ooh... what is in store for us?
And, everyone, go to the Lord of the Rings category and check out my insane fic, LEGEO & GIMLIET! Be afraid. Be very afraid.
Disclaimer- I'll do a proper disclaimer, for old times' sake. I don't own Back to the Future, Doc Brown, or a DeLorean. I don't own Cosette, Valjean, Fantine, Toussaint, Marius, Javert, Bamatabois, Fauchelevant, or anyone I've left out. *sniffs* Goodbye, my fic.
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When Cosette awoke, a light was filtering through the window. She leapt to her feet, ready to rush downstairs for breakfast, when she noticed the flyer about the clock tower on her floor. She picked it up and read the writing on the back:
"Je t'aime! 50-52"
She and Marius would have to keep their relationship a secret from her overprotective father. The poor man: living all his life in fear of that awful Javert. Cosette finally understood.
She skipped down the stairs to the table. Only Toussaint was home.
"Toussaint!" Cosette noticed a string of pearls around the woman's neck. "What are you wearing?"
"The p-pearls your father g-gave me months ago, mademoiselle," Toussaint replied.
Cosette blinked.
Someone knocked on the door, and Toussaint rushed to answer it. Cosette, having nothing better to do, followed.
When Toussaint pulled the door opened, Cosette stifled a scream. Javert stood at the door.
"Good morning, Toussaint," he said pleasantly, nodding. "I brought Monsieur Valjean's carriage from the blacksmith's. The wheel is fixed. Valjean... every time I say monsieur's name I feel as if I should know it from somewhere else."
Toussaint, who had immediately flushed at the sight of Javert, giggled and fingered her pearls.
Cosette staggered back into the kitchen. There was no mistaking the sideburns and rigid posture... but how could that be Javert?
The back door opened and Cosette's father entered, speaking over his shoulder to someone who was still out in the garden. "We, ma chere, you certainly seemed to enjoy the sunrise this morning."
"The colors, Jean! It was just beautiful!" responded a voice that Cosette recognized but could not quite place.
What had shocked her was the sight of her father. His hair was no longer white, but the same dark color it had been nine years ago, graying at the temples. "Papa!" Cosette cried.
"What's the matter with Cosette?" asked the voice from the garden.
Fauchelevant, who currently looked more like Madeleine, stepped aside. Cosette gasped.
Fantine stood behind him, stood behind him, rosy-cheeked and healthy. Her blonde hair had grown back down to her waist, and she apparently wore false front teeth, for the gap could not be seen. She approached Cosette worriedly.
"M-Madame Valjean?" came Toussaint's voice from the hallway. "Is everything alright?"
"Valjean?" Cosette was confused.
"Of course, ma fille. You remember. Jean began using his true name after the angel came," Fantine explained.
"An angel?"
"In Montreuil-sur-Mer. The one who brought Fantine to me and then... helped... Javert so that I could bring you back from the tavern. We've told you this story before, Cosette," her father chimed in.
"Isn't this the big day?" Fantine interrupted.
"What? What, Maman?"
She put her hands to her hips in mock frustration. "You promised us that you would introduce us to your Marius today."
"But... but Papa, you said-"
"M-mademoiselle, there us a young m-man at the door who wishes to s-speak with you," Toussaint called.
Cosette looked pleadingly at her father.
"Well, go on," he urged her.
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Marius took her hand in his. "Cosette..."
She smiled. "I have dreamed of this. Just you and me-"
Marius raised an eyebrow. "We've been alone together quite a lot. Are you feeling alright?"
Cosette turned to face her home. Valjean sat in the garden with his arm around Fantine's shoulders.
"Everything is wonderful," she said firmly. "Just wonderful."
Valjean and Fantine noticed the other couple looking at them, waved, and went back into the house.
Suddenly Marius was leaning toward her... his breath on her face...
There was a flash of light in the alley, and the time machine pulled up by the open garden gate. The doc leapt out.
"Monsieur?" Cosette gasped.
"Come with me!" he shouted back.
"But monsieur, Fantine is alive, Marius is here, and-"
"Bring Marius along! It concerns him too!"
"Why?" Cosette asked desperately. "What happens to us in the future?" She lowered her voice. "Do we become... robbers or something?"
"No, no, both you and Marius turn out fine. It's your children! Something has got to be done about your children!"
He shoved them into the passenger seat of the time machine, backed the car up, and shot forward.
They disappeared in a flash of blue light.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Actually, I may not continue, depending on how many other fics I end up writing. If you ever see LM Meets BTTF Part II, you'll know it's me. Otherwise, it's been great writing this fic, I love your reviews, now GO READ MY OTHER STUFF!