A/N - Hi everyone, and welcome back to The Javvie Clause. When you were
last with us, Javert was shouting profanities because the reindeer had
taken him . . . where? Read on!
Disclaimer - None of this is mine but me. MUAHAHA! I bet that got you curious.
Fine, maybe not.
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"Is this okay, monsieur?" Gavroche asked quietly.
"No, it's not okay!" Javert shouted. "Hey, does this look like home to you?" he called to the reindeer.
Comet and Prancer looked at each other, then ran. The rest of the reindeer followed, jerking the reins from Javert's hands.
"Great."
Gavroche clutched the collar of his shirt and stared at his surroundings apprehensively.
They were in the middle of a snowstorm. As far as they could see in every direction was snow, snow banks, and glaciers.
Music suddenly filled the air.
"In the silence of the night/When the snow is soft and still/You can see the magic light/And hear the ring of Christmas bells . . ."
"What?" Javert shouted. The two looked around nervously.
A boy appeared before them and walked to a snowdrift.
"Through the night, ring out the chimes . . . "
The boy turned sideways. Both inspector and gamin gasped at the sight of the boy's ear.
It was pointed.
The boy touched the top of a snowdrift. A red- and white-striped pole rose from the snow.
"What's that?" Javert whispered.
"I think it's the North Pole," replied Gavroche.
"THAT'S the North Pole?"
"Stars that dot the sky above/Long to hear that precious key . . ."
A keypad popped out of the side of the pole. The boy pressed several numbers and the pole lowered into the snow again.
"So close your eyes and come with me . . . "
The snow directly around the sleigh began to crack and sink downwards.
"Christmas bells will bring you home . . ."
The sleigh slowly rode the disc of snow and ice underground - right into the middle of what appeared to be a busy factory.
Strangely dressed children with pointed ears were carrying armloads of carrots, firewood, celery, and other such things to stalls holding the eight reindeer. The song echoed from every corner of the room.
"Now this song we give the light/For magic dances in the night/Wish us now and always here/To show the constant Christmas cheer. Hear our voices in the air . . ."
Javert's eyes widened. This was the most vivid dream he had ever experienced.
"The love that comes from Christmas day/The love that comes with Christmas day/For Christmas bells will bring you home!"
The song was ending. Javert climbed out of the sleigh and turned to Gavroche. "Stay here."
He caught up with a cute little boy in green with a purple hat. "Child! Child, who is in charge here?"
The boy smirked. "You are. And I'm not a child. I have pointed shoes that are older than you. I'm an elf."
Javert blinked. Was he insulting an officer of the law? Ready to reprimand the . . . elf, Javert opened his mouth, but the boy had already walked away.
Javert caught up with a little girl wearing a very similar outfit, except that her hat was green. "Who gives the orders around here? Who . . . who is your head elf?"
The girl sighed. "You are."
"No-" Javert began, but he was interrupted.
"Hey, who's causing all the trouble around here?"
A very hotsexy elf had asked the question. Relieved at seeing someone more than half his height, Javert turned to the newcomer.
"Who are you?"
"Bernard. Nice to meet you, Santa."
"What? Who is Santa?"
"Santa Claus? Père Noël?"
"Right. Wait, wrong. I'm not Santa! Look, I've had a rough night-" Javert realized that the hotsexy elf was walking away.
"Listen here, young man. You do not walk away from an officer of the law when he is speaking to you."
Bernard turned around. "What?"
"Thank you. Listen, there has been some kind of mistake. I am not Père Noël! Or Santa Claus, or whatever you call him. I am Javert, inspector, first class, and I want to go back to my station NOW."
Bernard sighed. "The other Santa disappeared, right?"
He turned and walked off.
"Wait," Javert followed him, "it was not my fault! It was an accident! I am an officer of the law, and . . . wait a minute." He grabbed Bernard's shoulder, forcing the hotsexy elf to turn and face him. "How did you know the other guy was gone?"
"Can I get you a drink?"
Javert, disgusted, said, "No, I don't want a drink."
"I'm thirsty. And hungry, too," came Gavroche's voice from behind them.
"Who's this?" asked Bernard, motioning toward Gavroche.
"This is my charge, Gavroche. Gavroche, this is B . . . B . . ."
"Ber-nard. Heya, sport."
Gavroche stared.
"He doesn't call you 'sport,' does he?" Bernard asked Gavroche.
"Um . . . no. He calls me 'gamin.'"
"Oh. So he isn't your dad?"
"Ew, no! He's my jailer!"
"Well," sighed Bernard, "that changes things."
The same cute-little-boy elf with the purple hat walked by.
"Hey Larry, get Gavroche here some chow, will ya?" Bernard called.
Larry nodded, and Gavroche scampered off behind him.
"No, Larry, don't do that. Gavroche! Gavroche, come back here!" Javert shouted.
"He'll be okay. Follow me if you wanna get out of those clothes."
"I don't want . . . wait a minute Barnaby, I just want to go home!" Javert ran after Bernard, who was already halfway down the hall.
Disclaimer - None of this is mine but me. MUAHAHA! I bet that got you curious.
Fine, maybe not.
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"Is this okay, monsieur?" Gavroche asked quietly.
"No, it's not okay!" Javert shouted. "Hey, does this look like home to you?" he called to the reindeer.
Comet and Prancer looked at each other, then ran. The rest of the reindeer followed, jerking the reins from Javert's hands.
"Great."
Gavroche clutched the collar of his shirt and stared at his surroundings apprehensively.
They were in the middle of a snowstorm. As far as they could see in every direction was snow, snow banks, and glaciers.
Music suddenly filled the air.
"In the silence of the night/When the snow is soft and still/You can see the magic light/And hear the ring of Christmas bells . . ."
"What?" Javert shouted. The two looked around nervously.
A boy appeared before them and walked to a snowdrift.
"Through the night, ring out the chimes . . . "
The boy turned sideways. Both inspector and gamin gasped at the sight of the boy's ear.
It was pointed.
The boy touched the top of a snowdrift. A red- and white-striped pole rose from the snow.
"What's that?" Javert whispered.
"I think it's the North Pole," replied Gavroche.
"THAT'S the North Pole?"
"Stars that dot the sky above/Long to hear that precious key . . ."
A keypad popped out of the side of the pole. The boy pressed several numbers and the pole lowered into the snow again.
"So close your eyes and come with me . . . "
The snow directly around the sleigh began to crack and sink downwards.
"Christmas bells will bring you home . . ."
The sleigh slowly rode the disc of snow and ice underground - right into the middle of what appeared to be a busy factory.
Strangely dressed children with pointed ears were carrying armloads of carrots, firewood, celery, and other such things to stalls holding the eight reindeer. The song echoed from every corner of the room.
"Now this song we give the light/For magic dances in the night/Wish us now and always here/To show the constant Christmas cheer. Hear our voices in the air . . ."
Javert's eyes widened. This was the most vivid dream he had ever experienced.
"The love that comes from Christmas day/The love that comes with Christmas day/For Christmas bells will bring you home!"
The song was ending. Javert climbed out of the sleigh and turned to Gavroche. "Stay here."
He caught up with a cute little boy in green with a purple hat. "Child! Child, who is in charge here?"
The boy smirked. "You are. And I'm not a child. I have pointed shoes that are older than you. I'm an elf."
Javert blinked. Was he insulting an officer of the law? Ready to reprimand the . . . elf, Javert opened his mouth, but the boy had already walked away.
Javert caught up with a little girl wearing a very similar outfit, except that her hat was green. "Who gives the orders around here? Who . . . who is your head elf?"
The girl sighed. "You are."
"No-" Javert began, but he was interrupted.
"Hey, who's causing all the trouble around here?"
A very hotsexy elf had asked the question. Relieved at seeing someone more than half his height, Javert turned to the newcomer.
"Who are you?"
"Bernard. Nice to meet you, Santa."
"What? Who is Santa?"
"Santa Claus? Père Noël?"
"Right. Wait, wrong. I'm not Santa! Look, I've had a rough night-" Javert realized that the hotsexy elf was walking away.
"Listen here, young man. You do not walk away from an officer of the law when he is speaking to you."
Bernard turned around. "What?"
"Thank you. Listen, there has been some kind of mistake. I am not Père Noël! Or Santa Claus, or whatever you call him. I am Javert, inspector, first class, and I want to go back to my station NOW."
Bernard sighed. "The other Santa disappeared, right?"
He turned and walked off.
"Wait," Javert followed him, "it was not my fault! It was an accident! I am an officer of the law, and . . . wait a minute." He grabbed Bernard's shoulder, forcing the hotsexy elf to turn and face him. "How did you know the other guy was gone?"
"Can I get you a drink?"
Javert, disgusted, said, "No, I don't want a drink."
"I'm thirsty. And hungry, too," came Gavroche's voice from behind them.
"Who's this?" asked Bernard, motioning toward Gavroche.
"This is my charge, Gavroche. Gavroche, this is B . . . B . . ."
"Ber-nard. Heya, sport."
Gavroche stared.
"He doesn't call you 'sport,' does he?" Bernard asked Gavroche.
"Um . . . no. He calls me 'gamin.'"
"Oh. So he isn't your dad?"
"Ew, no! He's my jailer!"
"Well," sighed Bernard, "that changes things."
The same cute-little-boy elf with the purple hat walked by.
"Hey Larry, get Gavroche here some chow, will ya?" Bernard called.
Larry nodded, and Gavroche scampered off behind him.
"No, Larry, don't do that. Gavroche! Gavroche, come back here!" Javert shouted.
"He'll be okay. Follow me if you wanna get out of those clothes."
"I don't want . . . wait a minute Barnaby, I just want to go home!" Javert ran after Bernard, who was already halfway down the hall.