A/N: Hey, last one! Happy Barricade Day everyone!! I'd like to give a special thanks to Nebulia for being an awesome reviewer and Koi Megami for being an awesome friend! - Special thanks to Steph and Shellie on the last one for their inadvertent help!
Disclaimer: Still don't own anything but Five dead woman. How lovely.
Note: This Chapter takes place BEFORE the first four stories, during the insurrection.
Courfeyrac sat still at the foot of the barricade, occasionally cracking a joke in relation to the conversation, causing the insurgents around him to chuckle. They sat talking about nothing and everything, periodically recieving slightly agitated glances from Enjolras, who was milling about making sure everything was in working order for the next battle. The occasional sound of a few stray bullets was heard, ignored for the most part by the majority of the insurgents.
A figure was seen staggering towards the group of men. A few who were facing it looked up and stared, causing the men facing them to turn around and look as well. The figured, which had revealed itself apparently as a gamin, most likely a few years junior to most of the insurgents, slumped to the ground, obviously injured. A couple of the men rushed over, including Courfeyrac. He knelt down next to the wounded figure, noticing something vaguely familiar about the face of the young boy. "René" he whispered, bringing to Courfeyrac the realization that the boy was not really a boy at all but a young woman; one of his mistresses.
"Go! Get Joly and Combeferre here!" Courfeyrac ordered the men around him, leaving only a few men standing around him. "Go!" he said, causing the remaining insurgents to scatter away.
"Virginie? What do you think you're doing? Why are you here?" Courfeyrac asked her, more frustrated than worried.
"I came to fight with you." She said, smiling as best she could, ignoring the searing pain in her chest.
"Virginie...God, Virginie, why would you do that?" Courfeyrac cradled her head in his arms, more out of support than love.
"René, oh don't be silly René, you've always...had...the silliest...notions." She began having difficulty talking, making Courfeyrac more aware of the bullet hole spilling the deep red, metallic blood of Virginie around her. Courfeyrac's eyes began to soften as he looked at her. "I...love you." she said softly.
Courfeyrac's eyes widened. This girl was dying for him. Dying because she came to fight next to him. He took the cap off her head and ran his fingers through her hair, tangled and snarled from being carelessly and hastily tucked into the cap. "Virginie, you shouldn't have come here. I told you not to..."
"Hush René." She whispered. "I'm fine."
"No" he shook his head. "No you're not. Joly! Combeferre!"
"We're coming Courfeyrac!"
Courfeyrac looked up to see Combeferre running towards him, with Joly not far behind, carrying his medical bag. He looked down at Virginie. Her eyes were closed. Courfeyrac stood up as Combeferre kneeled down beside Virginie. "Did you know her?" Joly asked Courfeyrac quietly.
"Yes, she was my mistress."
"Courfeyrac," Combeferre looked back up. "She's dead."
Courfeyrac remained silent, staring into space.
"I'll help carry her in." Joly said, kneeling opposite Combeferre, gently positioning his hands under her body. Combeferre complied and gently they lifted up Virginie's body and bringing her into the Corinth, leaving Courfeyrac standing alone.
"Why..." he mused softly to himself, "...would any woman die for me?"
Fin
A/N: It's done!!! Yay!! I apologize if you thought anyone was OOC, and I apologize for not writing Joly in cold-mode...yes...So, I hope you enjoyed it and thanks for reading!!!
Disclaimer: Still don't own anything but Five dead woman. How lovely.
Note: This Chapter takes place BEFORE the first four stories, during the insurrection.
Courfeyrac sat still at the foot of the barricade, occasionally cracking a joke in relation to the conversation, causing the insurgents around him to chuckle. They sat talking about nothing and everything, periodically recieving slightly agitated glances from Enjolras, who was milling about making sure everything was in working order for the next battle. The occasional sound of a few stray bullets was heard, ignored for the most part by the majority of the insurgents.
A figure was seen staggering towards the group of men. A few who were facing it looked up and stared, causing the men facing them to turn around and look as well. The figured, which had revealed itself apparently as a gamin, most likely a few years junior to most of the insurgents, slumped to the ground, obviously injured. A couple of the men rushed over, including Courfeyrac. He knelt down next to the wounded figure, noticing something vaguely familiar about the face of the young boy. "René" he whispered, bringing to Courfeyrac the realization that the boy was not really a boy at all but a young woman; one of his mistresses.
"Go! Get Joly and Combeferre here!" Courfeyrac ordered the men around him, leaving only a few men standing around him. "Go!" he said, causing the remaining insurgents to scatter away.
"Virginie? What do you think you're doing? Why are you here?" Courfeyrac asked her, more frustrated than worried.
"I came to fight with you." She said, smiling as best she could, ignoring the searing pain in her chest.
"Virginie...God, Virginie, why would you do that?" Courfeyrac cradled her head in his arms, more out of support than love.
"René, oh don't be silly René, you've always...had...the silliest...notions." She began having difficulty talking, making Courfeyrac more aware of the bullet hole spilling the deep red, metallic blood of Virginie around her. Courfeyrac's eyes began to soften as he looked at her. "I...love you." she said softly.
Courfeyrac's eyes widened. This girl was dying for him. Dying because she came to fight next to him. He took the cap off her head and ran his fingers through her hair, tangled and snarled from being carelessly and hastily tucked into the cap. "Virginie, you shouldn't have come here. I told you not to..."
"Hush René." She whispered. "I'm fine."
"No" he shook his head. "No you're not. Joly! Combeferre!"
"We're coming Courfeyrac!"
Courfeyrac looked up to see Combeferre running towards him, with Joly not far behind, carrying his medical bag. He looked down at Virginie. Her eyes were closed. Courfeyrac stood up as Combeferre kneeled down beside Virginie. "Did you know her?" Joly asked Courfeyrac quietly.
"Yes, she was my mistress."
"Courfeyrac," Combeferre looked back up. "She's dead."
Courfeyrac remained silent, staring into space.
"I'll help carry her in." Joly said, kneeling opposite Combeferre, gently positioning his hands under her body. Combeferre complied and gently they lifted up Virginie's body and bringing her into the Corinth, leaving Courfeyrac standing alone.
"Why..." he mused softly to himself, "...would any woman die for me?"
Fin
A/N: It's done!!! Yay!! I apologize if you thought anyone was OOC, and I apologize for not writing Joly in cold-mode...yes...So, I hope you enjoyed it and thanks for reading!!!