A/N- Yup, I added quite a bit that wasn't there before... thus the term
"added," insinuating that... well... that it wasn't there before. So yeah.
Elyse3- "*hits Montparnasse with a stick* Back off!" That was hilarious! Yay! My spell check says 'bourgeois.'
La Pamplemousse- Thankee! I feel highly complimented.
Disclaimer- I don't own Montparnasse, the rest of the Patron-Minette, Cosette, or Marius. Or Valjean. Or Fantine. And Kip Driver was an awesome Montparnasse in the show I saw the other day. The blocking in the robbery at Rue Plumet scene made the whole Parnasse/Ponine thing rather obvious. /And/ he looked exactly the way I'd pictured Parnasse... from what I could see from the balcony.
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Bobette began to look about the rooms. They seemed to be too neat to actually be lived in. She wandered down the stairs and found a letter tossed onto the table in the entrance hall. She picked it up greedily and began to read, hoping for some sort of insight into this rich life.
/\/\/\
The barred door slammed shut in Cosette's face. Montparnasse put a hand on her shoulder. "The Patron-Minette will have us out before dawn, Hawk," he whispered. "Don't get too settled."
He motioned toward the bench that ran along the back wall of the cell. "Sit?"
Cosette did. "Listen, monsieur, I am not... Hawk. My name is-"
"Hush kid, I know."
"You do?"
Montparnasse sat next to her on the bench. "That lump had you good, right?"
Cosette inched away. "Sorry?"
"You got a headache, right?"
"Of course! I am sitting, soaking wet in a freezing jail where everyone thinks that I am a robber. Wouldn't you have a headache, too?"
"No, ma chère," Montparnasse put a comforting arm around her shoulders. Cosette was not comforted. "The headache comes from the lump on your head. You should be fine after a while... but then my old mother – she got it in the head with a nightstick. Woman was out cold for about an hour, and she woke up thinking she was someone else. I don't think she ever got over it. Don't know really, haven't seen her since I was a kid. Thought she was the queen, my mum did." Montparnasse laughed.
Cosette realized that he would never believe her. As far as he was concerned, she was the Hawk.
/\/\/\
Bobette was awed. This was a letter from the man who had raised Cosette. He was not really her father, but an escaped convict. Their mother, Fantine, had been a whore, and the convict believed that he was going to die when he wrote the letter. Cosette's easy life was not what it seemed to be.
Bobette ran to the street corner where she had shoved Cosette, but her sister was not there. The rope Bobette had used to bind her was lying in the mud.
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A shout awoke Cosette, and she found (to her horror) that she had fallen asleep with her head on Montparnasse's shoulder. She stood up quickly as she heard someone unlocking the cell. Montparnasse also stood, saying, "That'll be our people."
And sure enough, the person who opened the door was the little boy who had warned them of the police. He triumphantly announced, "I got th' cops, I did. Th' one was standin' there 'nd I knocked 'im, I did. I knocked 'im cold 'n 'e won' be up for a bit."
Montparnasse patted the boy on the head and smiled. "You've done good, boy. Gavroche would have been proud. Now take us to the rest."
"Did I tell you 'ow I met 'im, Parnasse? Me and me brother, we was out in th' street lost, see, 'nd 'e came up 'n-"
"Yes, you told us all. Quick, take us to the gang before the cop wakes up!" Montparnasse interrupted.
The boy dashed out, and Montparnasse grabbed Cosette's hand and pulled her after him.
/\/\/\
Bobette picked up the rope. She could tell that a sharp knife had sliced it. Something red caught her eye, and Bobette saw a rose trampled in the mud near the road. It all clicked into place.
Parnasse, the pretty-boy type who was occasionally known to hold a rose as he prowled through the streets, must have seen Bobette's look-alike in Bobette's clothes and naturally assumed it was Bobette. He had probably sliced the ropes with his ever-present lethally sharp knife and taken Cosette to the sewers.
Bobette set off at a run.
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The three arrived at an old building. Something about it seemed vaguely familiar to Cosette, as if she had been here in a dream. Cosette was so cold... so tired. She coughed and collapsed in the middle of the street.
Montparnasse lifted her in his arms, and she immediately regretted that she had not remained on her feet. "I can stand," she whispered, and he put her back down, almost reluctantly.
The bearded old man from the sewers pushed open the door, grabbed Montparnasse's sleeve, and pulled him inside. Cosette coughed, using all of her strength to concentrate on remaining standing.
"I lived here a long time ago," the old man said quietly, "but the cops got after me. I figured since the cop who got me here killed himself nobody else would expect me to come back to the same place."
And suddenly Cosette remembered.
She and her papa had come here to see about a sick family. There had been two daughters, a mother, and a father, whom Cosette now recognized as the old man who stood before her. One of the daughters had had a wounded hand and the mother had been seriously ill. Her papa had given them his overcoat and clothing and had returned later to give them money.
And Cosette remembered even more.
When she was a child, she had stayed in this house with her papa for a short time.
And then they had moved to the convent.
But before that, she had not lived with her papa. She had stayed in a tavern with a baby boy, two little girls, a woman, and a man. They had mistreated and beaten her.
The same man was standing here in the doorway, offering her his arm.
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Uh-oh! Cosette suddenly learns to think! What will she do with her newfound abilities? Will she run home? Will she take a leaf from the book of Elyse3 and hit Parnasse with a stick? Review or I shall never update again and leave everyone who hasn't read this before in a state of turmoil and confusion.
Elyse3- "*hits Montparnasse with a stick* Back off!" That was hilarious! Yay! My spell check says 'bourgeois.'
La Pamplemousse- Thankee! I feel highly complimented.
Disclaimer- I don't own Montparnasse, the rest of the Patron-Minette, Cosette, or Marius. Or Valjean. Or Fantine. And Kip Driver was an awesome Montparnasse in the show I saw the other day. The blocking in the robbery at Rue Plumet scene made the whole Parnasse/Ponine thing rather obvious. /And/ he looked exactly the way I'd pictured Parnasse... from what I could see from the balcony.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Bobette began to look about the rooms. They seemed to be too neat to actually be lived in. She wandered down the stairs and found a letter tossed onto the table in the entrance hall. She picked it up greedily and began to read, hoping for some sort of insight into this rich life.
/\/\/\
The barred door slammed shut in Cosette's face. Montparnasse put a hand on her shoulder. "The Patron-Minette will have us out before dawn, Hawk," he whispered. "Don't get too settled."
He motioned toward the bench that ran along the back wall of the cell. "Sit?"
Cosette did. "Listen, monsieur, I am not... Hawk. My name is-"
"Hush kid, I know."
"You do?"
Montparnasse sat next to her on the bench. "That lump had you good, right?"
Cosette inched away. "Sorry?"
"You got a headache, right?"
"Of course! I am sitting, soaking wet in a freezing jail where everyone thinks that I am a robber. Wouldn't you have a headache, too?"
"No, ma chère," Montparnasse put a comforting arm around her shoulders. Cosette was not comforted. "The headache comes from the lump on your head. You should be fine after a while... but then my old mother – she got it in the head with a nightstick. Woman was out cold for about an hour, and she woke up thinking she was someone else. I don't think she ever got over it. Don't know really, haven't seen her since I was a kid. Thought she was the queen, my mum did." Montparnasse laughed.
Cosette realized that he would never believe her. As far as he was concerned, she was the Hawk.
/\/\/\
Bobette was awed. This was a letter from the man who had raised Cosette. He was not really her father, but an escaped convict. Their mother, Fantine, had been a whore, and the convict believed that he was going to die when he wrote the letter. Cosette's easy life was not what it seemed to be.
Bobette ran to the street corner where she had shoved Cosette, but her sister was not there. The rope Bobette had used to bind her was lying in the mud.
/\/\/\
A shout awoke Cosette, and she found (to her horror) that she had fallen asleep with her head on Montparnasse's shoulder. She stood up quickly as she heard someone unlocking the cell. Montparnasse also stood, saying, "That'll be our people."
And sure enough, the person who opened the door was the little boy who had warned them of the police. He triumphantly announced, "I got th' cops, I did. Th' one was standin' there 'nd I knocked 'im, I did. I knocked 'im cold 'n 'e won' be up for a bit."
Montparnasse patted the boy on the head and smiled. "You've done good, boy. Gavroche would have been proud. Now take us to the rest."
"Did I tell you 'ow I met 'im, Parnasse? Me and me brother, we was out in th' street lost, see, 'nd 'e came up 'n-"
"Yes, you told us all. Quick, take us to the gang before the cop wakes up!" Montparnasse interrupted.
The boy dashed out, and Montparnasse grabbed Cosette's hand and pulled her after him.
/\/\/\
Bobette picked up the rope. She could tell that a sharp knife had sliced it. Something red caught her eye, and Bobette saw a rose trampled in the mud near the road. It all clicked into place.
Parnasse, the pretty-boy type who was occasionally known to hold a rose as he prowled through the streets, must have seen Bobette's look-alike in Bobette's clothes and naturally assumed it was Bobette. He had probably sliced the ropes with his ever-present lethally sharp knife and taken Cosette to the sewers.
Bobette set off at a run.
/\/\/\
The three arrived at an old building. Something about it seemed vaguely familiar to Cosette, as if she had been here in a dream. Cosette was so cold... so tired. She coughed and collapsed in the middle of the street.
Montparnasse lifted her in his arms, and she immediately regretted that she had not remained on her feet. "I can stand," she whispered, and he put her back down, almost reluctantly.
The bearded old man from the sewers pushed open the door, grabbed Montparnasse's sleeve, and pulled him inside. Cosette coughed, using all of her strength to concentrate on remaining standing.
"I lived here a long time ago," the old man said quietly, "but the cops got after me. I figured since the cop who got me here killed himself nobody else would expect me to come back to the same place."
And suddenly Cosette remembered.
She and her papa had come here to see about a sick family. There had been two daughters, a mother, and a father, whom Cosette now recognized as the old man who stood before her. One of the daughters had had a wounded hand and the mother had been seriously ill. Her papa had given them his overcoat and clothing and had returned later to give them money.
And Cosette remembered even more.
When she was a child, she had stayed in this house with her papa for a short time.
And then they had moved to the convent.
But before that, she had not lived with her papa. She had stayed in a tavern with a baby boy, two little girls, a woman, and a man. They had mistreated and beaten her.
The same man was standing here in the doorway, offering her his arm.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Uh-oh! Cosette suddenly learns to think! What will she do with her newfound abilities? Will she run home? Will she take a leaf from the book of Elyse3 and hit Parnasse with a stick? Review or I shall never update again and leave everyone who hasn't read this before in a state of turmoil and confusion.