A/N - Yeah, I had this story up earlier, but no one read it. And that made
me sad, cos I worked hard on it. This was my first fic ever, and I love
it. Please review!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer - I do not own Les Mis. I do, however, own Bobette.
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Cosette Fauchelevant Pontmercy smiled wanly at Marius as he climbed after her into the fiacre. They had only been married a short time, yet already their lives had been struck by great tragedy. The man she had called Papa for as long as she could remember had died only hours ago after finally admitting to her the truth of their pasts. Cosette was an illegitimate child, her mother had died years ago and her "father", - really just a good friend of her mother's - was the escaped convict Jean Valjean. Even Marius's arm around her shoulders did not fill the hollow in her heart.
The fiacre bumped monotonously through the streets of Paris. The city which had always smiled on her in her youth seemed gray and cold. Cosette had never noticed the large amount of urchins and beggars before. Paris had once seemed so friendly. A small sound from Marius brought her back to the present.
There were passing the Rue de la Chanvrerie. The street showed no sign of the terrible tumult that had occurred there only months earlier - had it been that long? There had been an uprising among the Parisians; they fought a battle that they were sure to lose from the beginning. Marius and all of his friends had fought, but Marius was the only one to survive. But that was not entirely true, for her papa - Jean Valjean - had also joined the insurrection. He had saved Marius's life. Cosette remembered that she was not the only one mourning.
When they finally reached the house Cosette realized that she wanted to be alone for a while, and told Marius so. He smiled vaguely.
"I suppose so. You should take a walk by the river. I always did like that spot."
Cosette took his advice and left the house.
Only ten minutes later Marius heard the door open. He recognized Cosette's step on the stair and opened the door of the dining room just as she had reached for the knob. She smiled prettily at him.
"Cosette, you came back quite sooner than I had expected."
"I think it may . ah . rain later," she said quickly.
Marius's eyes flicked over her shoulder at the azure sky. There was no sign of any storm.
He looked hard at Cosette, wondering if she felt well. She continued to smile blankly at him. And then he noticed something slightly different about her - something he could not put to words.
He moved aside and watched her approach the table. To his surprise she sat in his seat. He frowned, speculating as to what the problem might be. She gave him the blank smile, and suddenly it occurred to him what seemed so strange. When she smiled at him, her eyes held no emotion, almost as if she did not care for him at all.
But she must be grieving much more than he was, for it was her father who had died. Ultime Fauchelevant - or Jean Valjean - had saved Marius's life once, and he had not properly thanked him before the kind old man had died. Marius sighed and seated himself in Cosette's usual seat.
Suddenly Cosette asked if he would be a dear and fetch her something from the cellar. Surely she knew how he disliked that damp little room. It had no windows, no light if the door was closed, and only one way out: up the dilapidated old staircase and out the one door.
But Cosette was firm. There were several large bags of potatoes in the cellar and she greatly wanted one for supper. Sighing, Marius began to descend the old stairs. Just as he reached the dirt floor of the cellar the door was slammed shut. Marius heard the sound of a key turning in the lock.
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Yeah, okay, that was short. But . . . oh well. Review? *makes puppy dog face*
Disclaimer - I do not own Les Mis. I do, however, own Bobette.
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Cosette Fauchelevant Pontmercy smiled wanly at Marius as he climbed after her into the fiacre. They had only been married a short time, yet already their lives had been struck by great tragedy. The man she had called Papa for as long as she could remember had died only hours ago after finally admitting to her the truth of their pasts. Cosette was an illegitimate child, her mother had died years ago and her "father", - really just a good friend of her mother's - was the escaped convict Jean Valjean. Even Marius's arm around her shoulders did not fill the hollow in her heart.
The fiacre bumped monotonously through the streets of Paris. The city which had always smiled on her in her youth seemed gray and cold. Cosette had never noticed the large amount of urchins and beggars before. Paris had once seemed so friendly. A small sound from Marius brought her back to the present.
There were passing the Rue de la Chanvrerie. The street showed no sign of the terrible tumult that had occurred there only months earlier - had it been that long? There had been an uprising among the Parisians; they fought a battle that they were sure to lose from the beginning. Marius and all of his friends had fought, but Marius was the only one to survive. But that was not entirely true, for her papa - Jean Valjean - had also joined the insurrection. He had saved Marius's life. Cosette remembered that she was not the only one mourning.
When they finally reached the house Cosette realized that she wanted to be alone for a while, and told Marius so. He smiled vaguely.
"I suppose so. You should take a walk by the river. I always did like that spot."
Cosette took his advice and left the house.
Only ten minutes later Marius heard the door open. He recognized Cosette's step on the stair and opened the door of the dining room just as she had reached for the knob. She smiled prettily at him.
"Cosette, you came back quite sooner than I had expected."
"I think it may . ah . rain later," she said quickly.
Marius's eyes flicked over her shoulder at the azure sky. There was no sign of any storm.
He looked hard at Cosette, wondering if she felt well. She continued to smile blankly at him. And then he noticed something slightly different about her - something he could not put to words.
He moved aside and watched her approach the table. To his surprise she sat in his seat. He frowned, speculating as to what the problem might be. She gave him the blank smile, and suddenly it occurred to him what seemed so strange. When she smiled at him, her eyes held no emotion, almost as if she did not care for him at all.
But she must be grieving much more than he was, for it was her father who had died. Ultime Fauchelevant - or Jean Valjean - had saved Marius's life once, and he had not properly thanked him before the kind old man had died. Marius sighed and seated himself in Cosette's usual seat.
Suddenly Cosette asked if he would be a dear and fetch her something from the cellar. Surely she knew how he disliked that damp little room. It had no windows, no light if the door was closed, and only one way out: up the dilapidated old staircase and out the one door.
But Cosette was firm. There were several large bags of potatoes in the cellar and she greatly wanted one for supper. Sighing, Marius began to descend the old stairs. Just as he reached the dirt floor of the cellar the door was slammed shut. Marius heard the sound of a key turning in the lock.
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Yeah, okay, that was short. But . . . oh well. Review? *makes puppy dog face*