Chapter 10- Paul starts to get sick making La Epster continue "Capital R
Strikes Back"
A/N: I don't own Les Mis or the concept of going back in time to fix a problem. I don't know who owns that but I like the idea of saving someone from non-existence who looks exactly like the Grantaire in my mind...
Paul did not see Epster again for a long while. At the start of the semester, two years later, he read over his class list. He sighed seeing the same people who had been taking the class over and over. Suddenly, he saw it. There, fifteenth name down, was Epster Marten. He looked at the clock and Saw that it was time for class to start. Epster was first in the door. She saw him and smiled. Cheesy music began to play in the background.
"Paul, remember me?"
"Of course," Paul laughed. The two embraced.
"How has it been with-" Paul started.
"Great, except I can't get a boyfriend because they are always taking over at inopportune times. But I have found something else that controls Grantaire even better."
"What is it?"
"It's called dnL, 7-up upside-down. It looks just like absinthe."
"I never did get married," Paul said. "She left me just before the wedding... for her ex."
"And?"
"Well, if it weren't for our age difference-"
"I just turned 20 and after 20, age is just a number."
Suddenly, the rest of the class filtered in. Epster smiled at Paul before taking a seat. Paul sat at his desk and began the class. He started to feel extremely sick. He kept on with the class. Epster noticed that he was getting ill. After class, she walked up to him.
"Paul, are you okay?"
"I don't know."
"Here, I'll drive you to your house."
"I'll be-"
"No. You are too sick. I can tell."
Before Paul could Protest further, Epster went to his car, grabbed his keys from his pocket in a fluid movement, unlocked the car, buckled him into the passenger seat, got into the driver's seat, buckled up, started the car, and drove as fast as she could to his house. When they got inside, Paul collapsed onto the couch. He looked at Epster.
"What is going on? I haven't been well lately and it has finally gotten bad enough for me to really notice."
Epster looked at a book. It had "My family tree" written in script. She opened it.
"Paul. You may want to see this."
Paul looked at the book. There was a smudge at 1760 with a man named Jacques. His last name was smudged. He could make out a G. There was a gap between him and a name that was rapidly disappearing. The name was Celeste Trucket. Next to her name was the phrase, "orphaned at age 1" and her husband was named John T- again a smudge.
"Grantaire?" Epster asked.
"Yes?"
"What is your middle name?"
"Trucket."
Epster and Paul both froze in horror.
"Paul. I think Grantaire was meant to be your great great grandfather... but he and Eponine died before... Oh no."
Paul and Epster looked at each other once more before Paul let out a string of curse words.
"We have to find a way to rewrite history to at least let Grantaire and Eponine live for a year and then bury them in the exact same spot."
"There is a way," Joly said. "But it would be dangerous."
"What can we do, Joly?"
"We can find Montparnasse. When the two girls from the future killed Eponine, they took him hostage. I don't remember what year he went to but he should still be alive."
Epster and Paul held hands tight.
"We have to go to find him."
A/N: So, you like? Yeah, this concept has been used so much by so many people but I wanted a stab at it. It get's kinda sad and then things pick up. Lotta wishful thinking...
A/N: I don't own Les Mis or the concept of going back in time to fix a problem. I don't know who owns that but I like the idea of saving someone from non-existence who looks exactly like the Grantaire in my mind...
Paul did not see Epster again for a long while. At the start of the semester, two years later, he read over his class list. He sighed seeing the same people who had been taking the class over and over. Suddenly, he saw it. There, fifteenth name down, was Epster Marten. He looked at the clock and Saw that it was time for class to start. Epster was first in the door. She saw him and smiled. Cheesy music began to play in the background.
"Paul, remember me?"
"Of course," Paul laughed. The two embraced.
"How has it been with-" Paul started.
"Great, except I can't get a boyfriend because they are always taking over at inopportune times. But I have found something else that controls Grantaire even better."
"What is it?"
"It's called dnL, 7-up upside-down. It looks just like absinthe."
"I never did get married," Paul said. "She left me just before the wedding... for her ex."
"And?"
"Well, if it weren't for our age difference-"
"I just turned 20 and after 20, age is just a number."
Suddenly, the rest of the class filtered in. Epster smiled at Paul before taking a seat. Paul sat at his desk and began the class. He started to feel extremely sick. He kept on with the class. Epster noticed that he was getting ill. After class, she walked up to him.
"Paul, are you okay?"
"I don't know."
"Here, I'll drive you to your house."
"I'll be-"
"No. You are too sick. I can tell."
Before Paul could Protest further, Epster went to his car, grabbed his keys from his pocket in a fluid movement, unlocked the car, buckled him into the passenger seat, got into the driver's seat, buckled up, started the car, and drove as fast as she could to his house. When they got inside, Paul collapsed onto the couch. He looked at Epster.
"What is going on? I haven't been well lately and it has finally gotten bad enough for me to really notice."
Epster looked at a book. It had "My family tree" written in script. She opened it.
"Paul. You may want to see this."
Paul looked at the book. There was a smudge at 1760 with a man named Jacques. His last name was smudged. He could make out a G. There was a gap between him and a name that was rapidly disappearing. The name was Celeste Trucket. Next to her name was the phrase, "orphaned at age 1" and her husband was named John T- again a smudge.
"Grantaire?" Epster asked.
"Yes?"
"What is your middle name?"
"Trucket."
Epster and Paul both froze in horror.
"Paul. I think Grantaire was meant to be your great great grandfather... but he and Eponine died before... Oh no."
Paul and Epster looked at each other once more before Paul let out a string of curse words.
"We have to find a way to rewrite history to at least let Grantaire and Eponine live for a year and then bury them in the exact same spot."
"There is a way," Joly said. "But it would be dangerous."
"What can we do, Joly?"
"We can find Montparnasse. When the two girls from the future killed Eponine, they took him hostage. I don't remember what year he went to but he should still be alive."
Epster and Paul held hands tight.
"We have to go to find him."
A/N: So, you like? Yeah, this concept has been used so much by so many people but I wanted a stab at it. It get's kinda sad and then things pick up. Lotta wishful thinking...