A/N- OH MY GAWWWD! Today's the day I get to see LM! *does a happy dance*
Five hours more!
The Phantom Parisienne – Hehehe. I'm afraid the button has to leave the story now... Javert wouldn't leave things lying on the floor for months at a time. Goodbye, dear button *sniffs*
Daroga's Rainy Daae – Happy Valentine's Day two days ago! Hope everyone got lots and candy and/or lemon squares.
sweet775 – Yay! That was amusing to someone! I enjoy bringing bread up every few chapters. Because... well, I always did think that five years was a little harsh for a loaf of bread. Valjean should have gotten a fair trial... with Billy Flynn as his lawyer! Even though Valjean's not actually a woman... of course, Gary Morris /sounds/ like a woman... hmm...
Mlle. Verity le Virago – Ah, yes, Microsoft Word is rather uneducated. However, I have typed every Mizzie name I could come up with and taught it to spell check, so I think it's okay with me now... hopefully.
La Pamplemousse – It is a sad day indeed. However, my lovely... in a good way... computer is now educated to the wonders of the GREATEST JAVERT OF ALL TIME!!!!!!!!!!! *wanders off in search of Ritalin*
Weird Kitty - /Another/ person who didn't think that's done too much? Yippee! I'm not an unoriginal copycatter... sort of.
Disclaimer- Les Mis is not mine. But someday, when I take over the world, I'll kidnap a cast of Les Mis and lock them in one of my theatres and force them to re-enact the show for me every day! Don't worry, I'll keep them well fed.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
For a few days, Javert not only took Montparnasse's advice, but he also did not venture past his front door. He no longer had the authority to arrest anyone, and the Patron-Minette was a serious gang.
Dead serious.
Then one morning Javert realized that he was being foolish. The Patron- Minette, come after him for talking to a little boy? It was a ridiculous concept. He refused to be scared into staying holed up in his house just because some pretty-boy murderer had threatened him.
And anyway, he was out of bread.
Javert pulled on his new green greatcoat, wrapped his red scarf around his neck, and headed out for the market.
He didn't get very far.
The first thing Javert saw when he opened his door was an old man with a long beard sitting on the stoop across the street, watching his door.
When Javert stepped out onto the street, the man pulled a knife out of the folds of his ragged clothes and waved it at him, smiling.
Javert tipped his hat and went right back inside.
And he still didn't have any bread.
/\/\/\
The next morning, Javert tried to hire a gamine to go to the market and buy his bread for him. The little girl took his coin, curtsied, and scampered away.
She didn't come back.
"That's the naughty list for Nicolette," Javert sighed to himself.
His eyes widened. "I knew that gamine's name! And I said I would put her on the... the naughty list..." he massaged his forehead. "Maybe I should stay inside for a while."
Javert went to bed early. Before breakfast, in fact.
/\/\/\
Javert awoke to see someone leaning over him, only a few inches from his face. He quickly closed his eyes, hoping that it was a dream. After all, he had not even left the house since Montparnasse had threatened him. There was no reason for the Patron-Minette to be after him.
He slowly opened one eye.
"Bonjour, m'sieur!" Gavroche chirped.
Javert sighed in relief, then gasped as he realized what this could mean. "Why are you here? Do you want your gang to kill me? How'd you get in?"
"Through the back window, and they didn't see me. Anyway, my papa told Parnasse that you ain't left the house since that day in the park, and I wanted to make sure you were still alive. After all, we wouldn't want you to miss your appointment with Bernard, now would we?"
"Appointment? What? It's not November!" Javert spluttered. "A-and anyway, that was a dream, remember? We never went to the North Pole! There /is/ no North Pole," he added quickly.
Gavroche rolled his eyes. "Well, do you need anything, monsieur?"
Javert rolled over and pulled the covers up to his chin. "Bread."
"I'll be back," Gavroche said cheerfully. He scampered away.
It suddenly occurred to Javert that Gavroche had sneaked into his house, promised to get him some bread, and left without taking any money.
"Oh dear," Javert sighed.
The Phantom Parisienne – Hehehe. I'm afraid the button has to leave the story now... Javert wouldn't leave things lying on the floor for months at a time. Goodbye, dear button *sniffs*
Daroga's Rainy Daae – Happy Valentine's Day two days ago! Hope everyone got lots and candy and/or lemon squares.
sweet775 – Yay! That was amusing to someone! I enjoy bringing bread up every few chapters. Because... well, I always did think that five years was a little harsh for a loaf of bread. Valjean should have gotten a fair trial... with Billy Flynn as his lawyer! Even though Valjean's not actually a woman... of course, Gary Morris /sounds/ like a woman... hmm...
Mlle. Verity le Virago – Ah, yes, Microsoft Word is rather uneducated. However, I have typed every Mizzie name I could come up with and taught it to spell check, so I think it's okay with me now... hopefully.
La Pamplemousse – It is a sad day indeed. However, my lovely... in a good way... computer is now educated to the wonders of the GREATEST JAVERT OF ALL TIME!!!!!!!!!!! *wanders off in search of Ritalin*
Weird Kitty - /Another/ person who didn't think that's done too much? Yippee! I'm not an unoriginal copycatter... sort of.
Disclaimer- Les Mis is not mine. But someday, when I take over the world, I'll kidnap a cast of Les Mis and lock them in one of my theatres and force them to re-enact the show for me every day! Don't worry, I'll keep them well fed.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
For a few days, Javert not only took Montparnasse's advice, but he also did not venture past his front door. He no longer had the authority to arrest anyone, and the Patron-Minette was a serious gang.
Dead serious.
Then one morning Javert realized that he was being foolish. The Patron- Minette, come after him for talking to a little boy? It was a ridiculous concept. He refused to be scared into staying holed up in his house just because some pretty-boy murderer had threatened him.
And anyway, he was out of bread.
Javert pulled on his new green greatcoat, wrapped his red scarf around his neck, and headed out for the market.
He didn't get very far.
The first thing Javert saw when he opened his door was an old man with a long beard sitting on the stoop across the street, watching his door.
When Javert stepped out onto the street, the man pulled a knife out of the folds of his ragged clothes and waved it at him, smiling.
Javert tipped his hat and went right back inside.
And he still didn't have any bread.
/\/\/\
The next morning, Javert tried to hire a gamine to go to the market and buy his bread for him. The little girl took his coin, curtsied, and scampered away.
She didn't come back.
"That's the naughty list for Nicolette," Javert sighed to himself.
His eyes widened. "I knew that gamine's name! And I said I would put her on the... the naughty list..." he massaged his forehead. "Maybe I should stay inside for a while."
Javert went to bed early. Before breakfast, in fact.
/\/\/\
Javert awoke to see someone leaning over him, only a few inches from his face. He quickly closed his eyes, hoping that it was a dream. After all, he had not even left the house since Montparnasse had threatened him. There was no reason for the Patron-Minette to be after him.
He slowly opened one eye.
"Bonjour, m'sieur!" Gavroche chirped.
Javert sighed in relief, then gasped as he realized what this could mean. "Why are you here? Do you want your gang to kill me? How'd you get in?"
"Through the back window, and they didn't see me. Anyway, my papa told Parnasse that you ain't left the house since that day in the park, and I wanted to make sure you were still alive. After all, we wouldn't want you to miss your appointment with Bernard, now would we?"
"Appointment? What? It's not November!" Javert spluttered. "A-and anyway, that was a dream, remember? We never went to the North Pole! There /is/ no North Pole," he added quickly.
Gavroche rolled his eyes. "Well, do you need anything, monsieur?"
Javert rolled over and pulled the covers up to his chin. "Bread."
"I'll be back," Gavroche said cheerfully. He scampered away.
It suddenly occurred to Javert that Gavroche had sneaked into his house, promised to get him some bread, and left without taking any money.
"Oh dear," Javert sighed.