A/N: Poor Fueilly.
Translations for Pete language are written in
Kat started up the stairs.
"WAIT!" Enjolras screamed after her. She stopped and looked down at him. "You could get killed. I don't want you to die."
"Why not?" inquired Kat coming down the stairs,
"I....I believe I was a little in love with you," he told her.
"Enjy, have you been reading Les Miserables?" she asked.
"Yes," he admitted.
"Oh, that's so sweet."
"Sweet?" interrupted Courfeyrac.
"SWEET?" exclaimed the other Amis.
"You kept us up all night with your insane sobbing," Grantiare told Enjolras.
"Be nice to Enjy!" ordered Kat, taking a knife from her shoe.
"Ok . . . " Jehan was afraid, as were all of Les Amis.
Kat gave Enjolras a kiss on the forehead and started up the stairs. Enjolras began to sob on the floor in fear of losing his beloved Kat.
"Pete!" she called when she got into the attic. A pair of yellow eyes gleamed out of the shadows at her. "Pete, get out here right now!" ordered Kat. The French werewolf stepped out of the shadows and faced Kat. He was covered in black shaggy fur and swamp gunk, his pointy horns scraped the ceiling as he stood. "What did you eat Fueilly for?"
"Grick le Fueilly grrrrrrrrrrrr te kem," he told her. Fueilly invaded my home
"That's no reason to eat him," she said.
Pete started to sob. "Grrrrrim noik gry!" I didn't eat him!
"Oh! Then, where is he?" Kat asked.
"Fak grrreem," Pete told her. Back here. Kat followed Pete into the back where she found Fueilly doing a victory dance.
"I won!" he cried, running up to Kat. "I beat Pete at poker."
"Nice job," congratulated Kat. "Come on," she said, pulling Fueilly down the stairs.
"KAT!" screamed Enjolras, running toward her. Kat ducked and darted out of his way, so that Enjolras ran into a wall. She laughed.
"Poor Enjolras," she cooed. She helped Enjy up.
"FUEILLY!" he screamed, running at Fueilly, who ducked causing Enjolras to run into the wall again.
"Shhhhh. Quietly Enjy," Kat said, once again helping him up.
"Woohoo!" yelled a joyful Enjolras who went skipping through the house.
"What the hell are you doing?" asked Courfeyrac.
"Fueilly is alive!" Enjolras told him.
"I thought Pete ate him," said a confused Joly.
"I messed with the time-space continuum," Kat told them.
"You could open up the time-space continuum any time, but you never sent us back?" questioned Courfeyrac.
"I love you all too much to send you back," she answered. Only Enjolras found any sense in that.
"410-679-7788!!!!!!" screamed Marius running in.
"What?" asked Grantiare
"Lily's number," Marius answered.
"Who?" asked all of Les Amis in unison.
"Lily. Don't tell me you don't know her," laughed Marius. Les Amis shook their heads. "What can I tell you about Lily? She's.....She's a lady with a special magnetism. She's got what is takes to drive you wild. She Lily from Baltimore! Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot!" Kat snuck off to do her algebra homework while Marius continued singing "Olive From Orlando".
A/N: I got Enjy! I got Enjy! Much better then I've got in Inspector Denning. Algebra homework........That reminds me of something......
You thought I killed off Fueilly didn't you? Didn't you? Admit it. I was going to, but then I saw the sandpaper from Poland in Tech. Ed., and I decided it would be the perfect time to make him a bit less out of character.
