A/N- Huzzah! The plot has moved itself and IT'S ANOTHER SNOWDAY! Yay snow
days!
The Phantom Parisienne- Ooh, that is vile. My computer I named Bamatabois because he's quite obnoxious. I named my printer Grantaire cos he doesn't work very well.
Mage Arod- Don't think so, bout Enjy, Marius, or R. But YAY! Another reviewer! I mean... another reader. Yeah, that's it.
sweet775- This is one of my favorite parts... eep! Yeah...
Elyse3- Hey, that's a cool quote. And watch for plot progression here! Yay!
Mlle. Verity le Virago- Doesn't it, though? I think the purpose of this story was to create odd images.
La Pamplemousse- AH! That made me laugh so hard...
Disclaimer- If you think I own Les Mis in any way other than a large, large amount of paraphernalia lying about in my room, you are much mistaken and not quite obsessed enough with Les Mis to realize that HUGO IS ...dead... *sniffle* I barely knew him... k, I didn't know him.
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"Monsieur, you're moving to Calais?" Gavroche asked, eyes wide.
"No, Gavroche, but the Patron-Minette is scaring me to death. I... think you ought to stay here."
"Where are you going, then?"
Javert ran a hand over his white beard. "Nowhere, I guess."
"What about the North Pole? You know that you're Père Noël!"
"Gavroche, listen-"
"You listen! You think you're just a regular person? You're not! You're Father Christmas, monsieur!"
"Gavroche, it was a dream! I'm not-"
"I was there! I saw it! The elves are real old, even though they look like me! I stole the snow globe from the bedroom..." Gavroche produced the snow globe from inside the tattered bag hanging from his shoulder. "Right, monsieur?"
Javert frowned. It had been a dream! He'd been telling himself it was a dream ever since last Christmas, nearly a year ago. But the arrival of the list had shaken things up a little... and there was no denying his drastic change in appearance...
"Remember!" Gavroche cried, tossing the snow globe to Javert.
Javert caught it and turned it upside down, watching the snow fall onto the little house inside the glass. Then, as if by magic, he saw smoke rising from the little chimney and a miniature sleigh with eight tiny reindeer flying across the sky. This was no toy! Javert gaped. Could it have all been true?
Gavroche was staring hopefully at Javert, who smiled and handed the snow globe back. The gamin hugged him again, and Javert laid a hand on his head. "I'd better go, Gavroche. I don't want to be here when your friends come back."
"I'll get some stuff!" Gavroche grinned, leaping to the leg of the elephant.
"N- no, wait – Gavroche!" the boy dropped back to the ground. "I think you'd better stay here."
"But I wanna go with you, monsieur!"
Javert smiled again and patted the gamin on the shoulder.
"Does that mean I can go?" Gavroche asked.
The two heard a faint jingle of bells, and a voice came from behind them: "Boy, this snow is deep. Haven't you people heard of shovels?"
"Bernard!" Gavroche shrieked.
Indeed, the sexy head elf had arrived oh-so-magically, for it was November. Javert shook his head. An elf was undeniable evidence that he was Père Noël. He, Javert!
"Heya, sport," Bernard said to Gavroche.
"Bernard, can I go with you? Please, can I go?" the boy begged.
Bernard looked to Javert and shrugged. "S'okay with me."
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Montparnasse, Babet, Claquesous, Gueulemer, and Brujon approached the elephant statue from different sides.
"Gavroche? Is he gone?" Montparnasse called.
There was no answer.
"Gavroche?"
Silence.
"Gavroche! GAVROCHE!"
The boy and the ex-inspector had disappeared into thin air.
"He's dead, isn't he?" asked the voice of a man who could not be seen.
"He will be, now he's got Parnasse mad at him," laughed the large and rather frighteningly muscled Gueulemer.
Babet, a thin and frail looking man, cackled.
Montparnasse glared at them all. Under this wrath, even Gueulemer was quiet.
"I think it's time we polished a dagger or two, gang," the young man said.
The murderers whooped and dissolved into the sewers.
The Phantom Parisienne- Ooh, that is vile. My computer I named Bamatabois because he's quite obnoxious. I named my printer Grantaire cos he doesn't work very well.
Mage Arod- Don't think so, bout Enjy, Marius, or R. But YAY! Another reviewer! I mean... another reader. Yeah, that's it.
sweet775- This is one of my favorite parts... eep! Yeah...
Elyse3- Hey, that's a cool quote. And watch for plot progression here! Yay!
Mlle. Verity le Virago- Doesn't it, though? I think the purpose of this story was to create odd images.
La Pamplemousse- AH! That made me laugh so hard...
Disclaimer- If you think I own Les Mis in any way other than a large, large amount of paraphernalia lying about in my room, you are much mistaken and not quite obsessed enough with Les Mis to realize that HUGO IS ...dead... *sniffle* I barely knew him... k, I didn't know him.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
"Monsieur, you're moving to Calais?" Gavroche asked, eyes wide.
"No, Gavroche, but the Patron-Minette is scaring me to death. I... think you ought to stay here."
"Where are you going, then?"
Javert ran a hand over his white beard. "Nowhere, I guess."
"What about the North Pole? You know that you're Père Noël!"
"Gavroche, listen-"
"You listen! You think you're just a regular person? You're not! You're Father Christmas, monsieur!"
"Gavroche, it was a dream! I'm not-"
"I was there! I saw it! The elves are real old, even though they look like me! I stole the snow globe from the bedroom..." Gavroche produced the snow globe from inside the tattered bag hanging from his shoulder. "Right, monsieur?"
Javert frowned. It had been a dream! He'd been telling himself it was a dream ever since last Christmas, nearly a year ago. But the arrival of the list had shaken things up a little... and there was no denying his drastic change in appearance...
"Remember!" Gavroche cried, tossing the snow globe to Javert.
Javert caught it and turned it upside down, watching the snow fall onto the little house inside the glass. Then, as if by magic, he saw smoke rising from the little chimney and a miniature sleigh with eight tiny reindeer flying across the sky. This was no toy! Javert gaped. Could it have all been true?
Gavroche was staring hopefully at Javert, who smiled and handed the snow globe back. The gamin hugged him again, and Javert laid a hand on his head. "I'd better go, Gavroche. I don't want to be here when your friends come back."
"I'll get some stuff!" Gavroche grinned, leaping to the leg of the elephant.
"N- no, wait – Gavroche!" the boy dropped back to the ground. "I think you'd better stay here."
"But I wanna go with you, monsieur!"
Javert smiled again and patted the gamin on the shoulder.
"Does that mean I can go?" Gavroche asked.
The two heard a faint jingle of bells, and a voice came from behind them: "Boy, this snow is deep. Haven't you people heard of shovels?"
"Bernard!" Gavroche shrieked.
Indeed, the sexy head elf had arrived oh-so-magically, for it was November. Javert shook his head. An elf was undeniable evidence that he was Père Noël. He, Javert!
"Heya, sport," Bernard said to Gavroche.
"Bernard, can I go with you? Please, can I go?" the boy begged.
Bernard looked to Javert and shrugged. "S'okay with me."
/\/\/\
Montparnasse, Babet, Claquesous, Gueulemer, and Brujon approached the elephant statue from different sides.
"Gavroche? Is he gone?" Montparnasse called.
There was no answer.
"Gavroche?"
Silence.
"Gavroche! GAVROCHE!"
The boy and the ex-inspector had disappeared into thin air.
"He's dead, isn't he?" asked the voice of a man who could not be seen.
"He will be, now he's got Parnasse mad at him," laughed the large and rather frighteningly muscled Gueulemer.
Babet, a thin and frail looking man, cackled.
Montparnasse glared at them all. Under this wrath, even Gueulemer was quiet.
"I think it's time we polished a dagger or two, gang," the young man said.
The murderers whooped and dissolved into the sewers.