A/N - I've already typed this chapter, but I didn't save it to the disk, so
when my dad had Windows reloaded onto the computer (it was getting really
slow) I lost the chappie. Even worse, my Spell-Check no longer recognizes
words like 'Les Misérables' and Jean Valjean. It just now tried to turn
Les Misérables into Lees Miserable and Valjean into Vallejo. What a world,
what a world.
Daroga's Rainy Daae - Thank you for reviewing, my friend. I just got the soundtrack to Pirates today, and now I'm all 'woot!'
Weird Kitty - Yay! You shall be Kitty. And I shall call you Kitty . . . and I really suck at Finding Nemo spoofs. Dern.
La Pamplemousse - Yes, Lizzie McGuire shall die. Secret Garden rocks my socks! And then Philip Quast comes in and finishes off the job by rocking them off . . . along with my shoes . . .
The Phantom Parisienne - The button, the button . . . *loves the button* Can't you just see Javert saying 'A wedding? I love weddings! Drinks all around!' or 'Savvy?'
Mlle. Verity le Virago - Good point . . . about Gavroche. Javert, on the other hand, as we all know, has chronic OOC-ness.
Elyse3 - Did he melt into a pile of goo? Nah, he's not written anything. I LOVE THE CURSE OF THE MARIE-SUZETTE! Everybody, as soon as you finish reading this chapter, go read that!
Neila Nuruodo-Javert - Sadly, I cannot claim that line. I cannot claim 'Why's the rum gone?' either. There are, actually many lines that I can claim . . . oh, fa, go read my Disclaimer. Thanks for your review(s).
Disclaimer - I don't own Les Mis, my computer no longer knows the word 'Mis,' and I'm fighting off depression while reloading KaZaA (which had all my favorite songs from Les Mis, The Secret Garden [which had Philip Quast in it - MON DIEU! IT DOESN'T KNOW 'QUAST'!], and the theme songs from Boy Meets World and Full House). On the lighter side, I'm going to see LM again Sunday! Days more! Whoop!
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Gavroche (my computer suggests Gavotte) did not return the next morning, or the next. It was actually several months before Javert (Avert or Java) saw him again. Gavroche was caught attempting to steal a loaf of bread from a baker's front window by Inspector Bertrand and was thrown in jail. The Patron-Minette (Minute, Minato, Minot, Minutia, and Minted) didn't seem to realize that Gavroche wasn't able to bust himself out for the longest time. When they finally did rescue him, the first person Gavroche sought was the former Inspector Javert.
Gavroche found Javert feeding pieces of lemon squares to pigeons and gamins in the park.
When Javert saw the boy, his whole face lit up uncharacteristically.
[To Elyse3 - Oh no! OOC-ness!]
"Gavroche! I haven't seen you in the longest time!" he cried as a pigeon yanked a piece of lemon square out of his hand.
"You can thank your friend Bertrand for that," Gavroche answered sourly.
Javert's (Java's) face darkened momentarily. "You were in jail?"
"Yup."
"What did you do?" Javert asked, as a gamin yanked a piece of lemon square out of his hand.
"I stole a loaf of bread," Gavroche admitted.
"You robbed a house?"
"I broke a windowpane."
Javert blinked. "Gavroche, do you ever have déjà vu?"
"Occasionally. Why?"
Javert shook his head. "Never mind."
A blast of cold air suddenly swept threw the park. "Winter's on the way," Javert said. It was late September.
Gavroche wrapped his arms around himself and shivered. He wore only a pair of very worn pants, a tattered shirt, an old brown cap, and a dirty shawl.
Javert was genuinely concerned. "Don't you need a jacket or something, Gavroche?"
Gavroche considered Javert's physical appearance. He was rather enormous, his hair was almost completely white, and he had a bushy beard. The former inspector had also apparently taken a liking to rather festive clothes. He wore a dark green shirt underneath a red vest worthy of a college student. The whole look was topped off by the flocks of pigeons and gamins swarming around, eating lemon squares.
"Not to be rude, Monsieur Javert, but you don't look quite . . . normal . . . yourself."
Javert ignored that remark with a wave of his hand, frightening away the pigeons and a few of the gamins.
"Monsieur Javert! Aren't you due back at the North Pole in November?"
Javert sighed. "Gavroche, we've been over this - I'm not Père Noël!"
Suddenly a well-dressed little girl across the park started pointing at Javert and babbling to her mother. Before one could say 'jail for you' the girl had detached from her mother, dashed across the courtyard, and thrown herself onto Javert's lap.
Javert and Gavroche stared, dumbfounded.
The child leaned close to Javert and said sincerely, "I want a pony."
/\/\/\
A few minutes later, Montparnasse (no spelling suggestions) strolled into the garden. The sight that met his eyes horrified him.
A man who could barely be recognized as the formidable inspector of only seven or eight months ago sat on a park bench, a long line of children before him. They were taking turns sitting in his lap and saying a few words, then hopping down and skipping away. Gavroche stood by, giggling madly at the scenario.
'Parnasse (Prance, Parlance, Parse, Pareses, and Parkas) stormed into the middle of the crowd,
"Gavroche, go to your elephant - Go!" he hissed when Gavroche began to protest.
Gavroche shot a desperate look at Javert before hurrying away.
"Wait- no, he can stay; I'll go-"
"Monsieur Javert," Montparnasse said icily.
Javert tried to conceal a shudder. He did not shudder when a criminal threatened him! "It's the funniest thing, isn't it? These kids just lined up by themselves, and I-"
"It is not even remotely amusing."
Javert closed his mouth.
"Gavroche is a very young boy, and very impressionable. The Patron-Minette does not approve of filling a boy's head with things like Père Noël, rainbows, and unicorns. And lemon squares," Montparnasse added upon seeing the half-empty box on the bench next to Javert.
[Hehehe Parnasse said lemon squares! Oh, La Pamplemousse, I was in a candy store thingamabob the other day and they were giving out FREE LEMON SQUARES! So I laughed insanely and yelled 'Lemon Squares!' and took about ten . . . but then I got a bellyache.]
Javert tried to say something in his own defense, but Montparnasse interrupted. "If you come near that boy one more time, Javert, I'll tell the rest of the gang. You don't want us as an enemy, monsieur."
"I- I don't know what you mean," Javert sputtered indignantly.
Montparnasse glared at him. "Do not let me hear of you associating with that boy again," he said crisply, and stalked off.
Daroga's Rainy Daae - Thank you for reviewing, my friend. I just got the soundtrack to Pirates today, and now I'm all 'woot!'
Weird Kitty - Yay! You shall be Kitty. And I shall call you Kitty . . . and I really suck at Finding Nemo spoofs. Dern.
La Pamplemousse - Yes, Lizzie McGuire shall die. Secret Garden rocks my socks! And then Philip Quast comes in and finishes off the job by rocking them off . . . along with my shoes . . .
The Phantom Parisienne - The button, the button . . . *loves the button* Can't you just see Javert saying 'A wedding? I love weddings! Drinks all around!' or 'Savvy?'
Mlle. Verity le Virago - Good point . . . about Gavroche. Javert, on the other hand, as we all know, has chronic OOC-ness.
Elyse3 - Did he melt into a pile of goo? Nah, he's not written anything. I LOVE THE CURSE OF THE MARIE-SUZETTE! Everybody, as soon as you finish reading this chapter, go read that!
Neila Nuruodo-Javert - Sadly, I cannot claim that line. I cannot claim 'Why's the rum gone?' either. There are, actually many lines that I can claim . . . oh, fa, go read my Disclaimer. Thanks for your review(s).
Disclaimer - I don't own Les Mis, my computer no longer knows the word 'Mis,' and I'm fighting off depression while reloading KaZaA (which had all my favorite songs from Les Mis, The Secret Garden [which had Philip Quast in it - MON DIEU! IT DOESN'T KNOW 'QUAST'!], and the theme songs from Boy Meets World and Full House). On the lighter side, I'm going to see LM again Sunday! Days more! Whoop!
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Gavroche (my computer suggests Gavotte) did not return the next morning, or the next. It was actually several months before Javert (Avert or Java) saw him again. Gavroche was caught attempting to steal a loaf of bread from a baker's front window by Inspector Bertrand and was thrown in jail. The Patron-Minette (Minute, Minato, Minot, Minutia, and Minted) didn't seem to realize that Gavroche wasn't able to bust himself out for the longest time. When they finally did rescue him, the first person Gavroche sought was the former Inspector Javert.
Gavroche found Javert feeding pieces of lemon squares to pigeons and gamins in the park.
When Javert saw the boy, his whole face lit up uncharacteristically.
[To Elyse3 - Oh no! OOC-ness!]
"Gavroche! I haven't seen you in the longest time!" he cried as a pigeon yanked a piece of lemon square out of his hand.
"You can thank your friend Bertrand for that," Gavroche answered sourly.
Javert's (Java's) face darkened momentarily. "You were in jail?"
"Yup."
"What did you do?" Javert asked, as a gamin yanked a piece of lemon square out of his hand.
"I stole a loaf of bread," Gavroche admitted.
"You robbed a house?"
"I broke a windowpane."
Javert blinked. "Gavroche, do you ever have déjà vu?"
"Occasionally. Why?"
Javert shook his head. "Never mind."
A blast of cold air suddenly swept threw the park. "Winter's on the way," Javert said. It was late September.
Gavroche wrapped his arms around himself and shivered. He wore only a pair of very worn pants, a tattered shirt, an old brown cap, and a dirty shawl.
Javert was genuinely concerned. "Don't you need a jacket or something, Gavroche?"
Gavroche considered Javert's physical appearance. He was rather enormous, his hair was almost completely white, and he had a bushy beard. The former inspector had also apparently taken a liking to rather festive clothes. He wore a dark green shirt underneath a red vest worthy of a college student. The whole look was topped off by the flocks of pigeons and gamins swarming around, eating lemon squares.
"Not to be rude, Monsieur Javert, but you don't look quite . . . normal . . . yourself."
Javert ignored that remark with a wave of his hand, frightening away the pigeons and a few of the gamins.
"Monsieur Javert! Aren't you due back at the North Pole in November?"
Javert sighed. "Gavroche, we've been over this - I'm not Père Noël!"
Suddenly a well-dressed little girl across the park started pointing at Javert and babbling to her mother. Before one could say 'jail for you' the girl had detached from her mother, dashed across the courtyard, and thrown herself onto Javert's lap.
Javert and Gavroche stared, dumbfounded.
The child leaned close to Javert and said sincerely, "I want a pony."
/\/\/\
A few minutes later, Montparnasse (no spelling suggestions) strolled into the garden. The sight that met his eyes horrified him.
A man who could barely be recognized as the formidable inspector of only seven or eight months ago sat on a park bench, a long line of children before him. They were taking turns sitting in his lap and saying a few words, then hopping down and skipping away. Gavroche stood by, giggling madly at the scenario.
'Parnasse (Prance, Parlance, Parse, Pareses, and Parkas) stormed into the middle of the crowd,
"Gavroche, go to your elephant - Go!" he hissed when Gavroche began to protest.
Gavroche shot a desperate look at Javert before hurrying away.
"Wait- no, he can stay; I'll go-"
"Monsieur Javert," Montparnasse said icily.
Javert tried to conceal a shudder. He did not shudder when a criminal threatened him! "It's the funniest thing, isn't it? These kids just lined up by themselves, and I-"
"It is not even remotely amusing."
Javert closed his mouth.
"Gavroche is a very young boy, and very impressionable. The Patron-Minette does not approve of filling a boy's head with things like Père Noël, rainbows, and unicorns. And lemon squares," Montparnasse added upon seeing the half-empty box on the bench next to Javert.
[Hehehe Parnasse said lemon squares! Oh, La Pamplemousse, I was in a candy store thingamabob the other day and they were giving out FREE LEMON SQUARES! So I laughed insanely and yelled 'Lemon Squares!' and took about ten . . . but then I got a bellyache.]
Javert tried to say something in his own defense, but Montparnasse interrupted. "If you come near that boy one more time, Javert, I'll tell the rest of the gang. You don't want us as an enemy, monsieur."
"I- I don't know what you mean," Javert sputtered indignantly.
Montparnasse glared at him. "Do not let me hear of you associating with that boy again," he said crisply, and stalked off.