A/N- Sorry bout that. I'm back! Wheee! I was grounded and then my
computer broke. Yuck. I thought about you the whole time I was gone, I
promise! I even had a fanfiction.net related dream! It was... well, I
dreamed my brother somehow got into my account at fanfiction.net and from
there somehow updated Elyse3's stories with really bad chapters and
everyone was mad at me and I tried to explain it wasn't me... 'Twas my first
ever fanfic related dream.
Neila Nuruodo the Chiss- I had some troubles attempting to answer that question. Ah, well, I've done it and... here it is! Thanks for the multiple reviews.
Altenq- Yes, the 98 movie. It's EEVIL. But watch it anyway. Thanks for the review, of course. It was lovely and helpful.
La Pamplemousse- This one isn't really, really long, but it's a chapter.
Mlle. Verity le Virago- Modern Jehan? Sure, take. Yes, I love harassing Javert – can you tell?
Cecilia Carlton- Someone reviewed a long time ago and requested I do the Enjy bit. Glad they did, cos it was fun.
sweet775- Clock tower...! I went to Florida three years ago, and I guess I saw it. I know I rode the ride, but I don't remember much at all cos I wasn't obsessed then. DARN MY TIMING!
Disclaimer- I own none of them... uh... I found someone who's hotter than Bernard... but the thing that stinks is he's of the type of person known as "real," which I don't have a lot of experience with. And he has a girlfriend. And he's two years older than I am. And he doesn't know I exist. But he will! Muahahaha! I have a plan! Okay, I have two plans, but one involves murdering his girlfriend. So I think I'll stick with the other one, which involves getting in the Advanced Orchestra: something I can do without getting arrested.
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At first, Montparnasse ignored the fact that Javert had escaped his bonds.
"Gavroche! Oh, I was worried about you, boy! Are you alright?"
Gavroche nodded. "Listen, Parnasse-"
"And you!" Montparnasse said, his face darkening.
Javert looked up. "Huh? I was just leaving."
"I'll get my stuff!" Gavroche cried, turning to leave.
Montparnasse made a move to stop him, but Javert grabbed the boy first. "Wait, Gavroche... I think it's a better idea if you stay here with... with the Patron-Minette..."
Montparnasse and Gavroche stared at him. "Really?"
Javert cleared his throat nervously. "I... yes. Yes, I think so... uh..."
"You want the boy to stay... with me and the rest?"
"Y-yes... I- I think... I mean, yes. Yes, he should stay with... with you and with the...the gang."
No one spoke for a moment, waiting for this bizarre decision to sink in – or perhaps, as was the case of Gavroche, waiting to wake up. Nothing happened, of course. Javert remained by the empty fireplace, fidgeting with the sack. Montparnasse stood by the door, forgetting to reach for the knife in his pocket. Gavroche stood completely still, eyes enormously wide, staring at Javert. He finally moved. "M-m'sieur?"
"I'm sorry, Gavroche, but I think you should stay here. I mean, you're a great help at the North Pole and I... I... I enjoy having you around... but don't you remember Paris? At the North Pole you couldn't run through the streets barefoot, throw rocks through peoples' front windows, live in a thing as neat as your elephant... Gavroche, don't you love your freedom?"
"But... but I want to be with you, m'sieur."
Javert shook his head. "No... you'd get homesick after a while. You can't just take a boy off the streets and keep him in a place like the workshop. Listen... I'll come visit you every Christmas, I promise!"
Montparnasse stood still in the doorway. Javert looked to him. "Is that alright with you?"
Eyes wide, the murderer nodded slowly.
Gavroche threw his arms around Javert's waist. "I'll miss you too much!"
Javert looked mildly uncomfortable. "I'll miss you too. Don't worry, I promise I'll wake you up whenever I come on Christmas. Trust me, you have a permanent place on the nice list."
Bernard the elf suddenly wandered into the room. "What's all this whining going on in here?"
Montparnasse made a peculiar sound and flattened himself against the wall. Bernard nodded to him. "Hey, how ya doin'?"
Javert forced down a smile. "Nothing, Bernard, I'm just saying goodbye to Gavroche."
"What goodbye? Gavroche, you've still got the ball you took from the workshop, right?"
Gavroche's cheeks turned red. "Yeah..."
"Well, all ya gotta do is shake it whenever you wanna see Santa."
"Really?" Gavroche asked, eyes wide.
"He can come back to see ya anytime, day or night," Bernard declared. "Hey, have I ever steered ya wrong?"
Gavroche shook his head.
The lovely head elf was suddenly distracted by Montparnasse's hat.
"Nice top hat... hey, did we make this?" Bernard took the smashed hat off of the robber's head and began inspecting the inside for a tag.
Montparnasse said absolutely nothing. He grabbed his hat back and looked desperately at the ceiling. Bernard disappeared in a shower of sparks.
"Hey... where'd he go?" Montparnasse rushed outside in search of Bernard with Gavroche close behind.
Javert smiled after them, said a word to his sack full of presents, and was pulled up the chimney.
Neila Nuruodo the Chiss- I had some troubles attempting to answer that question. Ah, well, I've done it and... here it is! Thanks for the multiple reviews.
Altenq- Yes, the 98 movie. It's EEVIL. But watch it anyway. Thanks for the review, of course. It was lovely and helpful.
La Pamplemousse- This one isn't really, really long, but it's a chapter.
Mlle. Verity le Virago- Modern Jehan? Sure, take. Yes, I love harassing Javert – can you tell?
Cecilia Carlton- Someone reviewed a long time ago and requested I do the Enjy bit. Glad they did, cos it was fun.
sweet775- Clock tower...! I went to Florida three years ago, and I guess I saw it. I know I rode the ride, but I don't remember much at all cos I wasn't obsessed then. DARN MY TIMING!
Disclaimer- I own none of them... uh... I found someone who's hotter than Bernard... but the thing that stinks is he's of the type of person known as "real," which I don't have a lot of experience with. And he has a girlfriend. And he's two years older than I am. And he doesn't know I exist. But he will! Muahahaha! I have a plan! Okay, I have two plans, but one involves murdering his girlfriend. So I think I'll stick with the other one, which involves getting in the Advanced Orchestra: something I can do without getting arrested.
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At first, Montparnasse ignored the fact that Javert had escaped his bonds.
"Gavroche! Oh, I was worried about you, boy! Are you alright?"
Gavroche nodded. "Listen, Parnasse-"
"And you!" Montparnasse said, his face darkening.
Javert looked up. "Huh? I was just leaving."
"I'll get my stuff!" Gavroche cried, turning to leave.
Montparnasse made a move to stop him, but Javert grabbed the boy first. "Wait, Gavroche... I think it's a better idea if you stay here with... with the Patron-Minette..."
Montparnasse and Gavroche stared at him. "Really?"
Javert cleared his throat nervously. "I... yes. Yes, I think so... uh..."
"You want the boy to stay... with me and the rest?"
"Y-yes... I- I think... I mean, yes. Yes, he should stay with... with you and with the...the gang."
No one spoke for a moment, waiting for this bizarre decision to sink in – or perhaps, as was the case of Gavroche, waiting to wake up. Nothing happened, of course. Javert remained by the empty fireplace, fidgeting with the sack. Montparnasse stood by the door, forgetting to reach for the knife in his pocket. Gavroche stood completely still, eyes enormously wide, staring at Javert. He finally moved. "M-m'sieur?"
"I'm sorry, Gavroche, but I think you should stay here. I mean, you're a great help at the North Pole and I... I... I enjoy having you around... but don't you remember Paris? At the North Pole you couldn't run through the streets barefoot, throw rocks through peoples' front windows, live in a thing as neat as your elephant... Gavroche, don't you love your freedom?"
"But... but I want to be with you, m'sieur."
Javert shook his head. "No... you'd get homesick after a while. You can't just take a boy off the streets and keep him in a place like the workshop. Listen... I'll come visit you every Christmas, I promise!"
Montparnasse stood still in the doorway. Javert looked to him. "Is that alright with you?"
Eyes wide, the murderer nodded slowly.
Gavroche threw his arms around Javert's waist. "I'll miss you too much!"
Javert looked mildly uncomfortable. "I'll miss you too. Don't worry, I promise I'll wake you up whenever I come on Christmas. Trust me, you have a permanent place on the nice list."
Bernard the elf suddenly wandered into the room. "What's all this whining going on in here?"
Montparnasse made a peculiar sound and flattened himself against the wall. Bernard nodded to him. "Hey, how ya doin'?"
Javert forced down a smile. "Nothing, Bernard, I'm just saying goodbye to Gavroche."
"What goodbye? Gavroche, you've still got the ball you took from the workshop, right?"
Gavroche's cheeks turned red. "Yeah..."
"Well, all ya gotta do is shake it whenever you wanna see Santa."
"Really?" Gavroche asked, eyes wide.
"He can come back to see ya anytime, day or night," Bernard declared. "Hey, have I ever steered ya wrong?"
Gavroche shook his head.
The lovely head elf was suddenly distracted by Montparnasse's hat.
"Nice top hat... hey, did we make this?" Bernard took the smashed hat off of the robber's head and began inspecting the inside for a tag.
Montparnasse said absolutely nothing. He grabbed his hat back and looked desperately at the ceiling. Bernard disappeared in a shower of sparks.
"Hey... where'd he go?" Montparnasse rushed outside in search of Bernard with Gavroche close behind.
Javert smiled after them, said a word to his sack full of presents, and was pulled up the chimney.