A/N - Prepare to see some scary changes in Javert's attitude towards
Gavroche.
Elendil Star-Lover - Serious fics? I think I wrote one once. I never posted it, though. I will someday . . .
Mlle. Verity le Virago - Enjolras . . . *musing* hmm . . .
La Pamplemousse - Greatcoats!! I slept in mine once. At a friend's house. Because she wouldn't give me a blanket.
Cecilia Carlton - Thank you for the applause! *bows* The voices in my head made me do it.
Neila Nuruodo-Javert - He gets on top of things soon enough.
sweet775 - I have been attacked by my own Javert many a time (he hasn't seen this yet, thank the lucky stars). He likes to tie me up while I'm on IM and annoy my friends. I finally had to get mes amis their own sn, which is LesAmisdelABH, if you'd like to be seriously freaked out.
Judge of the Techies - Don't worry, it took me forever to decide to read the book, too. But now I've read it three times. AUGH IT'S SO GOOD! You MUST read it to get a better understanding of Parnasse.
Disclaimer- Well, Les Mis isn't mine. If it was, I'd be Victor Hugo. And if I was Victor Hugo, I'd be dead. And if I was dead, I couldn't be writing fics. And if I couldn't be writing fics, none of you would have images of Javert in red silk pj's.
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Javert strolled slowly down the deserted street. It was a warm day in early April.
He passed a crumbling statue of an elephant. "I must remember to post a removal notice on that thing," he muttered to himself.
No sooner had the words left his lips when he heard a familiar voice saying, "Oh, look! You've gotta see this!"
Javert sighed. What was that boy up to now?
A moment or two later he felt Gavroche holding on to the back of his greatcoat. "Oy, m'sieur, stop. Stop!"
Javert did so. He turned to see Gavroche standing with two other boys. "Well, what?" he asked, trying to sound much more annoyed than he was.
Gavroche smiled at him, then looked to the boys. "You know what you were telling me? Well, I've got one better. This is Inspector Javert. And he has a great job."
"Yes, gamin. My job is keeping little rats like you off the-"
"No, m'sieur, not that." Gavroche turned back to the other boys. "Inspector Javert . . . is Père Noël!"
The little boys giggled.
"No, really! He is! Because on the day before Christmas I was staying with him in the jail and he pushed the real Père Noël off the roof. And we got in the sleigh and delivered presents to people and then we went to the North Pole and Bernard the head elf said he was the new Père Noël! And wait here a second. I want to show you something."
Gavroche ran over to the immense elephant statue, shimmied up his leg, disappeared for a moment, and then returned with something in his hand.
"I lifted this at the North Pole! It was in the room with the puppets and the sleigh bed. Look at this!"
It was a snow globe. Gavroche flipped it upside-down and showed the littler boys.
"Gavroche," Javert sighed, "that never happened. It was a dream!"
One of the little boys looked up at Javert. "So if I want to be Santa, all I have to do is push you off a roof?"
"Now listen, gamins, I-"
"Gavroche, who are your little friends?"
Montparnasse had appeared out of nowhere.
"These are my boys, Parnasse. I found them."
"And you still think this Inspector is Père Noël? I thought I told you there was no Père Noël."
"You did, Parnasse, but I was there. I saw it!"
"Alright, Gavroche. Take your boys on up to your house. I want to talk to Père Noël," Montparnasse said quietly.
Gavroche helped the little boys climb into the giant elephant statue.
Montparnasse turned to Javert. "What did you and Gavroche really do on Christmas Eve?"
Javert rolled his eyes. "Talked with some lovely ladies, swam in the Seine, crawled through the sewers . . ."
Montparnasse took this very seriously.
"Mon Dieu! I recited him a poem!"
"What poem?"
Javert turned bright red. "'Twas the Night Before Christmas."
"I've never heard of that," Montparnasse said quietly, "but I am worried about Gavroche. All he talks about is the North Pole, the head elf Bertrand-"
"Ber-nard."
"Whatever. And you. It's not right for a gamin to constantly go on about how great a policeman is." Montparnasse turned and stalked away.
It suddenly occurred to Javert that that was the second time he had had a full conversation with a murderer and had not arrested him. Was he going soft? It happened all, but he had sworn that he, Javert, would never put anything before an arrest.
Especially not the welfare of a gamin.
He turned to continue his patrol, but he noticed something attached to the elephant statue. On closer examination, Javert found that it was a removal notice that another of the police had put here. It demanded that this elephant be torn down.
Javert looked up at the elephant's vast underside. A small plank between its forelegs covered what must have been Gavroche's front door.
Javert pulled the notice off the statue, folded it up, and tossed it into a sewer grate.
Elendil Star-Lover - Serious fics? I think I wrote one once. I never posted it, though. I will someday . . .
Mlle. Verity le Virago - Enjolras . . . *musing* hmm . . .
La Pamplemousse - Greatcoats!! I slept in mine once. At a friend's house. Because she wouldn't give me a blanket.
Cecilia Carlton - Thank you for the applause! *bows* The voices in my head made me do it.
Neila Nuruodo-Javert - He gets on top of things soon enough.
sweet775 - I have been attacked by my own Javert many a time (he hasn't seen this yet, thank the lucky stars). He likes to tie me up while I'm on IM and annoy my friends. I finally had to get mes amis their own sn, which is LesAmisdelABH, if you'd like to be seriously freaked out.
Judge of the Techies - Don't worry, it took me forever to decide to read the book, too. But now I've read it three times. AUGH IT'S SO GOOD! You MUST read it to get a better understanding of Parnasse.
Disclaimer- Well, Les Mis isn't mine. If it was, I'd be Victor Hugo. And if I was Victor Hugo, I'd be dead. And if I was dead, I couldn't be writing fics. And if I couldn't be writing fics, none of you would have images of Javert in red silk pj's.
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Javert strolled slowly down the deserted street. It was a warm day in early April.
He passed a crumbling statue of an elephant. "I must remember to post a removal notice on that thing," he muttered to himself.
No sooner had the words left his lips when he heard a familiar voice saying, "Oh, look! You've gotta see this!"
Javert sighed. What was that boy up to now?
A moment or two later he felt Gavroche holding on to the back of his greatcoat. "Oy, m'sieur, stop. Stop!"
Javert did so. He turned to see Gavroche standing with two other boys. "Well, what?" he asked, trying to sound much more annoyed than he was.
Gavroche smiled at him, then looked to the boys. "You know what you were telling me? Well, I've got one better. This is Inspector Javert. And he has a great job."
"Yes, gamin. My job is keeping little rats like you off the-"
"No, m'sieur, not that." Gavroche turned back to the other boys. "Inspector Javert . . . is Père Noël!"
The little boys giggled.
"No, really! He is! Because on the day before Christmas I was staying with him in the jail and he pushed the real Père Noël off the roof. And we got in the sleigh and delivered presents to people and then we went to the North Pole and Bernard the head elf said he was the new Père Noël! And wait here a second. I want to show you something."
Gavroche ran over to the immense elephant statue, shimmied up his leg, disappeared for a moment, and then returned with something in his hand.
"I lifted this at the North Pole! It was in the room with the puppets and the sleigh bed. Look at this!"
It was a snow globe. Gavroche flipped it upside-down and showed the littler boys.
"Gavroche," Javert sighed, "that never happened. It was a dream!"
One of the little boys looked up at Javert. "So if I want to be Santa, all I have to do is push you off a roof?"
"Now listen, gamins, I-"
"Gavroche, who are your little friends?"
Montparnasse had appeared out of nowhere.
"These are my boys, Parnasse. I found them."
"And you still think this Inspector is Père Noël? I thought I told you there was no Père Noël."
"You did, Parnasse, but I was there. I saw it!"
"Alright, Gavroche. Take your boys on up to your house. I want to talk to Père Noël," Montparnasse said quietly.
Gavroche helped the little boys climb into the giant elephant statue.
Montparnasse turned to Javert. "What did you and Gavroche really do on Christmas Eve?"
Javert rolled his eyes. "Talked with some lovely ladies, swam in the Seine, crawled through the sewers . . ."
Montparnasse took this very seriously.
"Mon Dieu! I recited him a poem!"
"What poem?"
Javert turned bright red. "'Twas the Night Before Christmas."
"I've never heard of that," Montparnasse said quietly, "but I am worried about Gavroche. All he talks about is the North Pole, the head elf Bertrand-"
"Ber-nard."
"Whatever. And you. It's not right for a gamin to constantly go on about how great a policeman is." Montparnasse turned and stalked away.
It suddenly occurred to Javert that that was the second time he had had a full conversation with a murderer and had not arrested him. Was he going soft? It happened all, but he had sworn that he, Javert, would never put anything before an arrest.
Especially not the welfare of a gamin.
He turned to continue his patrol, but he noticed something attached to the elephant statue. On closer examination, Javert found that it was a removal notice that another of the police had put here. It demanded that this elephant be torn down.
Javert looked up at the elephant's vast underside. A small plank between its forelegs covered what must have been Gavroche's front door.
Javert pulled the notice off the statue, folded it up, and tossed it into a sewer grate.