A/N: This chapter includes a badminton match between Jean Valjean and Eponine Thenardier. I need reviews people. Wait, I just remember, I don't pay attention to reviews. Send them anyway, it makes me happy.

"Welcome back to our second day in the badminton section of The Mizzies Olympics," greeted Jehan. "Today: Valjean vs. Eponine. The winner of this match goes on to face Inspector Javert in the final tournament. Our players are entering the stadium. We have, Jean Valjean!" Valjean walked in, accompanied by applause. Lizzy Denning stood up and screamed "LONG LIVE THE LAW!" Her friend Sara pulled her down, but not before she was pelted by tomatoes, fired by our favorite revolutionary, Andrew Reighart.

"Right then," said Jehan, still not used to the crowd's behavior. "Next. Eponine Thenardier!" There was great cheer as the gamine entered the stadium. A blonde girl through a hat at Eponine's feet. The girl was later identified as none other then, TheSanityStealingPenguinQueen. Eponine picked up the hat and stood at the side of the net opposite from Valjean.

"You serve," Valjean offered. He tossed the shuttle to her . She fumbled, and dropped it. The crowd laughed. Eponine blushed and picked up the shuttle.

"0 serving 0!" she cried. She fired the birdie across the court, landing in front of the net. Valjean picked up the shuttle and smiled at his opponent.

"Imagine this birdie is Cosette. You want Cosette to go as far away as possible. You also want to cause her pain. Alight?"

"If the shuttle's Cosette," said Eponine. "Why're you hitting her....it.....the shuttle?"

"Don't worry about me," said Valjean. "Just imagine it's Cosette when you're hitting it to me. Alright?"

"Yes," answered Eponine. The match continued. Thankfully for both Eponine and Valjean, they were both the same skill level. Eventually the score tied.

"5-5,"announced Jehan. "Winner of this rally goes on to face Javert. And it's Eponine's serve." Valjean, who had the shuttle, tossed it to Eponine. Eponine caught it.

"I caught it!" she screamed jumping up and down. "I caught it!"

"If only she could win the match just by catching it," sighed Jehan.

"PROUVAIRE!" came Sophie's voice.

"What?" he asked.

"I don't care if you've got hots for Eponine. Keep your fantasies to yourself," she told him. Then they both realized that the entire stadium just heard that comment. Both Eponine and Jehan blushed.

"Sophie,"complained Jehan. "I told you not to tell anyone." he stared his feet.

"Sorry," apologized Sophie and went back to whatever she was doing.

"Right....um......." Jehan didn't know where to go next. "I'll now turn the commentary over to.......someone else....." Sophie took the microphone away from Jehan.

"My name is Sophie and I shall not let my sexual fantasies get in the way of this match," Sophie told the crowd. "Jehan had to go home, because he....uh....had a headache. Anyway, 5-5, winner goes on to face Javvie."

Eponine wacked the birdie, it flew up, hit the ceiling, and plopped down in front of 'Ponine.

"1 minute left in the match," Sophie reminded the crowd.

Valjean served, Eponine hit it back, Jean hit it to her.

"5 seconds left!"

Eponine smashed it, Valjean returned it, Eponine made an attempt to hit it back, but the birdie fell to her feet. The end-of-game buzzer sounded.

"5-6, Valjean wins!"

After the match

Eponine came out of the locker room. She saw a piece of parchment at her feet. She read it.

"You do not know I love you, but I wish you did. The days go by, but the secret's still in my hea-"

"Hi Eponine," said a nervous voice. It was Jehan.

"Did you write this?" she asked him.

"Yes. It's not very good. Just.....uh.....something I came up with during the match."

"I like it," said Eponine.

"Thank you."

"I better be going," Eponine said. "I'll see you around, Jehan," she started to make her way towards the door.

"Wait!" Jehan called after her. Eponine turned and smiled.

"Do you want to go get something to eat? My treat." Eponine smiled.

"I'd like that," she told him. They walked out the door together, and caught a street car to Café du Monde.

A/N: Yes, this takes place in New Orleans. I just got my pictures back from my vacation there. I miss it. I came up with Jehan's poem off the top of my head. Don't ask for more of it. I don't have it. It didn't have a very good start anyway......

If anyone wants to play a Mizzie, tell me in a review. Tell me the Mizzie, and the sport. I can't live off gym class forever