A/N- I watched BTTF today... it was the first one... I'm sleepy.
nebulia- Bad Eponine! Smack her back. Yeah... maybe when Enjy's revolution failed any Chauvelin descendant who might have escaped the barricades decided to take Javert's place? Wait, now I'm putting a Chauvelin at the barricades! ...Cool.
Winter-Lady- I've got myself wondering what would happen if Joly had survived and married Muchisetta now. No, I won't write one of those fics as long as I can hold off.
La Pamplemousse- I have a question...You just got Noelle to the climax of the whole story... and then stopped. If I may inquire... what happened?
Elyse3- I feel like so many of your reviews consist of "poor Marius," which I find to be quite amusing. Muahahaha I'm a Marius abuser! As we all know...
Cosette sat quietly on the stoop of her future home, waiting for her future children to come out. A familiar figure came wandering down the road.
"Monsieur Javert?"
Javert frowned bitterly at her. "What do you want?"
"Monsieur," Cosette gasped, insulted. "I was just bidding you good day!"
"Yeah, it's a good day for you! You know your mother and father! You can remember your childhood! I don't remember a thing before 1823 and I'm sick of it! Oh, and you've married that no-good revolutionary, haven't you?"
"I happen to know, monsieur, that Marius is not a no-good revolutionary!"
"Oh," Javert said rudely, "of course. He succeeded in that ratty revolution and liberated the poor of France, didn't he?"
"Did he?"
"Oh, please, you can't be that stupid. Of course he didn't!"
Cosette was shocked. "He... didn't?"
"No! All those little friends of his are probably rotting in some pauper's grave now!"
"All his friends?"
Javert rolled his eyes. "You don't listen, do you?"
"You mean... you mean they just threw their lives away? They're dead?"
"Where were you in 1832?"
"Number 55, Rue Plumet."
"I know where you were! It's a figure of speech!"
"Oh..."
"Good day, madame. Oh, and say hello to your housekeeper for me."
"Toussaint?"
"Yeah, she's the one."
Cosette watched Javert shuffle down the sidewalk, her mind whirling. Marius's friends' revolution had failed? All of them were dead? He would be devastated!
A carriage came rolling down the street, and Cosette found herself leaping up from the stoop and hiding in a corner. This proved to be a good idea, for a moment later the carriage door opened and a slightly older version of herself alighted. The older Cosette stopped to smooth her hair.
The door of the house swung open, and a little girl and an even smaller boy came tumbling out with their arms full of rocks and twigs. The little boy had a scrap of red cloth over his arm.
"To the Rue de la Chanvrerie?" the little girl asked.
The boy giggled. "Uh-huh."
"Marie? Where are you taking your brother?"
The girl looked sheepish. "We were gonna pretend to build a barricade like Papa."
"Where?"
"In the alley."
"Is that true, Marius?"
The boy nodded enthusiastically.
"Alright, dears, but be careful you don't get in anyone's way."
The Cosette of 1832 raised an eyebrow. Her children's names were Marius and Marie?
The children nodded and took off down the street. Cosette, crouching in the corner next to the unconscious Marius, waited for her older self to go inside so that she could stop the children.
Her older self, however, sat down on the stoop in the exact place Cosette had been before.
Cosette now faced a problem. She would need to go right past this older version of herself to stop the children, but she didn't want to be seen. Her head whirled. What to do?
The little boy and girl had reached the end of the street and turned in the direction of the Rue de la Chanvrerie. Cosette came to a desperate conclusion. She stood up and shouted, "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
The older Cosette turned, saw a person that looked exactly like herself, and fainted.
Cosette rolled her eyes. "That was easy."
She ran after the children and caught up with them just as the girl was about to rush into the street. "Uh... Marie!" she shouted.
The girl stopped. "Maman?"
"I changed my mind! Come on home... I need help with supper."
"Maman! Let the servants cook supper!"
"I mean... uh... I someone's broken in to the house! Come see!"
"Really?" the little boy squealed.
Cosette nodded and ran back to the Rue des Filles du Calvaire, where she immediately ducked into the corner.
She watched as the children rushed up to the house, saw the unconscious older Cosette, and began to shriek. A woman whom Cosette did not recognize appeared at the door, gasped, and helped carry the unconscious Cosette into the house.
Cosette sighed. Now all she had to do was wait with Marius until the doc came back.
And that was when she realized that Marius was gone. The blanket that Doc Brown had used to cover him was lying crumpled in the corner.
nebulia- Bad Eponine! Smack her back. Yeah... maybe when Enjy's revolution failed any Chauvelin descendant who might have escaped the barricades decided to take Javert's place? Wait, now I'm putting a Chauvelin at the barricades! ...Cool.
Winter-Lady- I've got myself wondering what would happen if Joly had survived and married Muchisetta now. No, I won't write one of those fics as long as I can hold off.
La Pamplemousse- I have a question...You just got Noelle to the climax of the whole story... and then stopped. If I may inquire... what happened?
Elyse3- I feel like so many of your reviews consist of "poor Marius," which I find to be quite amusing. Muahahaha I'm a Marius abuser! As we all know...
Cosette sat quietly on the stoop of her future home, waiting for her future children to come out. A familiar figure came wandering down the road.
"Monsieur Javert?"
Javert frowned bitterly at her. "What do you want?"
"Monsieur," Cosette gasped, insulted. "I was just bidding you good day!"
"Yeah, it's a good day for you! You know your mother and father! You can remember your childhood! I don't remember a thing before 1823 and I'm sick of it! Oh, and you've married that no-good revolutionary, haven't you?"
"I happen to know, monsieur, that Marius is not a no-good revolutionary!"
"Oh," Javert said rudely, "of course. He succeeded in that ratty revolution and liberated the poor of France, didn't he?"
"Did he?"
"Oh, please, you can't be that stupid. Of course he didn't!"
Cosette was shocked. "He... didn't?"
"No! All those little friends of his are probably rotting in some pauper's grave now!"
"All his friends?"
Javert rolled his eyes. "You don't listen, do you?"
"You mean... you mean they just threw their lives away? They're dead?"
"Where were you in 1832?"
"Number 55, Rue Plumet."
"I know where you were! It's a figure of speech!"
"Oh..."
"Good day, madame. Oh, and say hello to your housekeeper for me."
"Toussaint?"
"Yeah, she's the one."
Cosette watched Javert shuffle down the sidewalk, her mind whirling. Marius's friends' revolution had failed? All of them were dead? He would be devastated!
A carriage came rolling down the street, and Cosette found herself leaping up from the stoop and hiding in a corner. This proved to be a good idea, for a moment later the carriage door opened and a slightly older version of herself alighted. The older Cosette stopped to smooth her hair.
The door of the house swung open, and a little girl and an even smaller boy came tumbling out with their arms full of rocks and twigs. The little boy had a scrap of red cloth over his arm.
"To the Rue de la Chanvrerie?" the little girl asked.
The boy giggled. "Uh-huh."
"Marie? Where are you taking your brother?"
The girl looked sheepish. "We were gonna pretend to build a barricade like Papa."
"Where?"
"In the alley."
"Is that true, Marius?"
The boy nodded enthusiastically.
"Alright, dears, but be careful you don't get in anyone's way."
The Cosette of 1832 raised an eyebrow. Her children's names were Marius and Marie?
The children nodded and took off down the street. Cosette, crouching in the corner next to the unconscious Marius, waited for her older self to go inside so that she could stop the children.
Her older self, however, sat down on the stoop in the exact place Cosette had been before.
Cosette now faced a problem. She would need to go right past this older version of herself to stop the children, but she didn't want to be seen. Her head whirled. What to do?
The little boy and girl had reached the end of the street and turned in the direction of the Rue de la Chanvrerie. Cosette came to a desperate conclusion. She stood up and shouted, "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
The older Cosette turned, saw a person that looked exactly like herself, and fainted.
Cosette rolled her eyes. "That was easy."
She ran after the children and caught up with them just as the girl was about to rush into the street. "Uh... Marie!" she shouted.
The girl stopped. "Maman?"
"I changed my mind! Come on home... I need help with supper."
"Maman! Let the servants cook supper!"
"I mean... uh... I someone's broken in to the house! Come see!"
"Really?" the little boy squealed.
Cosette nodded and ran back to the Rue des Filles du Calvaire, where she immediately ducked into the corner.
She watched as the children rushed up to the house, saw the unconscious older Cosette, and began to shriek. A woman whom Cosette did not recognize appeared at the door, gasped, and helped carry the unconscious Cosette into the house.
Cosette sighed. Now all she had to do was wait with Marius until the doc came back.
And that was when she realized that Marius was gone. The blanket that Doc Brown had used to cover him was lying crumpled in the corner.