A/N- Ah! Much Chrishmash cheer to be distributed. Here goes:
Elyse3- Yay! More barricade boys to come! And the barricade girl.
La Pamplemousse- Ah yes, Martian Chrishmash cheer is the best kind. (Martian being In March, not from Mars...)
Mage Arod- I changed me mind. Here comes some of em!
Bubonic Woodchuck- I do believe I created this story for to give everyone a mental image of Javert as Santa. Or maybe just so I'd have complete and ultimate control over Bernard. Not sure.
Mlle. Verity le Virago- Ah, yes. I look forward to the day when those sane people are the minority in the world... as for giving you Montparnasse, that's a no cos he's MINE! And so is Bernard. No, I do not wish to make a choice. I'll take both and Sam Gamgee, please. Hold the mustard.
Disclaimer- I don't own Weird Kitty. She owns herself. I don't own any of the characters in this chapter EXCEPT BERNARD! Okay, I don't own him either. Darn.
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The reindeer landed on the roof of one of the buildings, and Javert allowed the sack to lift him up out of the sleigh and lower him into the chimney.
He recognized the house and the girl asleep on the couch immediately. As Javert was putting another crate of parchment under the tree, the girl on the couch sat up.
"Go back to sleep, Kitty," Javert whispered. "You and your Jehan have plenty of presents."
She smiled sleepily. "Your fatter this year."
"Thank you. Close your eyes."
Kitty obliged. Javert noticed a mug on the table near the fireplace, and quickly drank the milk inside.
But it wasn't milk.
He couldn't help but gag a little, causing Kitty to sit back up. "What's wrong?"
"What was that?"
"Rum. You said you didn't like milk, remember? You said it was for children."
Javert put a hand to his forehead. "I did say that, didn't I? Now, go to sleep."
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When he landed in the next house, the first thing Javert noticed was the lack of furniture in the room. It was almost entirely bare but for a tree on one side and a cot on the other.
The occupant of the house was awake. "Oh wow!" he shouted. "Père Noël!"
Javert smiled. "Lie back down. I brought the vest you wanted."
The young man refused to lie down until he was sure that the red vest was under the tree.
"I love red. I always have. I'm glad you wear red. Laigle had a suit like yours, but I don't know what happened to it. Thank you so much for the vest!"
"You're welcome. Go to sleep now, Enjolras. Good luck with the revolution."
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[Just one more]
Javert had just climbed out of the stove in a small apartment building. Inside the bag was a Louis d'or and a handkerchief with the initials "UF" embroidered in the corner.
"Okay," he whispered. "That's creative."
After leaving the coin and kerchief on the dresser, Javert looked over at the young man. He was very handsome.
"Poor Marius," he sighed. "Absolutely doltish."
Javert went into the next room, but stopped when he saw its occupants. "Thénardiers," he muttered. "Best of the lot is Gavroche, of course. Then there're his two sisters. The older one wants a human for Christmas, but I can't do that, even if she hadn't been... sinning... with that boy Montparnasse. The younger wants a new family. Can't do that either, plus she's a thief."
He turned to walk away, but at the last minute allowed a few coins to fall out of his pocket and onto the floor.
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In the sleigh, Gavroche tapped Javert on the arm. "Can we go to the Patron- Minette's headquarters next? I made Parnasse a present in the workshop."
"Sure," Javert nodded.
/\/\/\
Babet and Gueulemer silently approached Javert from behind as he was kneeling by the fireplace, extracting presents from his bag.
Javert suddenly felt metal pressed to his neck. "Don't move, Javert," someone hissed.
The two murderers bound his wrists and ankles securely, then left to get the others.
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Gavroche saw Babet and Gueulemer leaving the building. "Just wait," Babet grinned. "When the devil's playmate comes, old fatty in there'll cop it!"
Gueulemer laughed darkly.
As soon as they were out of earshot, Gavroche began to inspect the situation. There was no way down from the roof. The bag that lifted Javert up and down chimneys was inside the building.
He rushed to the little control panel on the sleigh and pressed the red button. Bernard's voice came from a speaker. "What's wrong?"
"Santa's been tied up by the gang and they're going to get Parnasse and he's gonna kill him!"
He heard Quentin's voice from the background. "Time to deploy E.L.F.S.?"
There was a moment of silence, and then the sound of a bell tolling.
"Don't worry, sport," Bernard's voice said. "E.L.F.S. is on their way."
Elyse3- Yay! More barricade boys to come! And the barricade girl.
La Pamplemousse- Ah yes, Martian Chrishmash cheer is the best kind. (Martian being In March, not from Mars...)
Mage Arod- I changed me mind. Here comes some of em!
Bubonic Woodchuck- I do believe I created this story for to give everyone a mental image of Javert as Santa. Or maybe just so I'd have complete and ultimate control over Bernard. Not sure.
Mlle. Verity le Virago- Ah, yes. I look forward to the day when those sane people are the minority in the world... as for giving you Montparnasse, that's a no cos he's MINE! And so is Bernard. No, I do not wish to make a choice. I'll take both and Sam Gamgee, please. Hold the mustard.
Disclaimer- I don't own Weird Kitty. She owns herself. I don't own any of the characters in this chapter EXCEPT BERNARD! Okay, I don't own him either. Darn.
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The reindeer landed on the roof of one of the buildings, and Javert allowed the sack to lift him up out of the sleigh and lower him into the chimney.
He recognized the house and the girl asleep on the couch immediately. As Javert was putting another crate of parchment under the tree, the girl on the couch sat up.
"Go back to sleep, Kitty," Javert whispered. "You and your Jehan have plenty of presents."
She smiled sleepily. "Your fatter this year."
"Thank you. Close your eyes."
Kitty obliged. Javert noticed a mug on the table near the fireplace, and quickly drank the milk inside.
But it wasn't milk.
He couldn't help but gag a little, causing Kitty to sit back up. "What's wrong?"
"What was that?"
"Rum. You said you didn't like milk, remember? You said it was for children."
Javert put a hand to his forehead. "I did say that, didn't I? Now, go to sleep."
/\/\/\
When he landed in the next house, the first thing Javert noticed was the lack of furniture in the room. It was almost entirely bare but for a tree on one side and a cot on the other.
The occupant of the house was awake. "Oh wow!" he shouted. "Père Noël!"
Javert smiled. "Lie back down. I brought the vest you wanted."
The young man refused to lie down until he was sure that the red vest was under the tree.
"I love red. I always have. I'm glad you wear red. Laigle had a suit like yours, but I don't know what happened to it. Thank you so much for the vest!"
"You're welcome. Go to sleep now, Enjolras. Good luck with the revolution."
/\/\/\
[Just one more]
Javert had just climbed out of the stove in a small apartment building. Inside the bag was a Louis d'or and a handkerchief with the initials "UF" embroidered in the corner.
"Okay," he whispered. "That's creative."
After leaving the coin and kerchief on the dresser, Javert looked over at the young man. He was very handsome.
"Poor Marius," he sighed. "Absolutely doltish."
Javert went into the next room, but stopped when he saw its occupants. "Thénardiers," he muttered. "Best of the lot is Gavroche, of course. Then there're his two sisters. The older one wants a human for Christmas, but I can't do that, even if she hadn't been... sinning... with that boy Montparnasse. The younger wants a new family. Can't do that either, plus she's a thief."
He turned to walk away, but at the last minute allowed a few coins to fall out of his pocket and onto the floor.
/\/\/\
In the sleigh, Gavroche tapped Javert on the arm. "Can we go to the Patron- Minette's headquarters next? I made Parnasse a present in the workshop."
"Sure," Javert nodded.
/\/\/\
Babet and Gueulemer silently approached Javert from behind as he was kneeling by the fireplace, extracting presents from his bag.
Javert suddenly felt metal pressed to his neck. "Don't move, Javert," someone hissed.
The two murderers bound his wrists and ankles securely, then left to get the others.
/\/\/\
Gavroche saw Babet and Gueulemer leaving the building. "Just wait," Babet grinned. "When the devil's playmate comes, old fatty in there'll cop it!"
Gueulemer laughed darkly.
As soon as they were out of earshot, Gavroche began to inspect the situation. There was no way down from the roof. The bag that lifted Javert up and down chimneys was inside the building.
He rushed to the little control panel on the sleigh and pressed the red button. Bernard's voice came from a speaker. "What's wrong?"
"Santa's been tied up by the gang and they're going to get Parnasse and he's gonna kill him!"
He heard Quentin's voice from the background. "Time to deploy E.L.F.S.?"
There was a moment of silence, and then the sound of a bell tolling.
"Don't worry, sport," Bernard's voice said. "E.L.F.S. is on their way."