A/N: Hello! This should be interesting. Valjean vs. Javert in badminton.

Sophie walked through the halls of the stadium. "Enjolras!" she called, upon seeing the revolutionary.

"Hi Sophie!" he continued walking. He didn't want to talk to Sophie. She scared him.

"Wait!" she ran after him. "Have you seen Jehan?" she asked when she caught up with him.

"No, not since yesterday."

"Where'd you see him last?"

"Outside Café du Monde. Eponine was with him."

"Goddamn them!" Sophie ran outside and jumped a streetcar to Café du Monde. She ran under the balcony of the open-air café. "Excuse me," she said to one of the waitresses. "Have you seen two French people? One's a university student, very badly dressed. The other one's a girl. She's got a hat that looks like this," Sophie held up TheSaintyStealingPenguinQueen's hat for the waitress to see.

"Hey!" said TheSanityStealingPenguinQueen, who was seated right behind them, eating a biegnet. "Gimme that!" she snatched the hat away from Sophie.

"They were here yesterday," the waitress told Sophie.

"Do you know where they are now?" Sophie asked.

"No, I'm not allowed to ask people where they're going. Well . . . not after I started stalking that blonde one. You know the one I'm talking about? The one with the red vest. With those cute little gold braids on it . . . " the waitress rambled on about Enjolras as Sophie slipped away and ran back to the stadium.

"Sorry for the delay!" she announced to the crowd. "Jean Prouvaire still isn't with us. He had some . . . uh . . . business to attend to. I'm Sophie and I'm filling in for him today! Today's match is between Jean Valjean and-"

"VALJEAN!?" screamed Javert running in from the far side of the stadium. "I'm to play against that convict?"

"Yeah," Sophie answered.

"Where is he?"asked Javert. Valjean emerged from the other side of the stadium. "Valjean!" cried Javert. "At last, we see each other plain. M'sieur Le Mayor, you wear a different chain."

"Before you say another word, Javert!" interrupted Valjean. "Before you chain me up like a slave again! Listen to me- there is something I must do! This woman," he pointed to Sophie.

"WHAT?" screamed Sophie.

"Leaves behind a suffering child," he continued. "There is none, but me, who can intercede! In mercy's name, three days are all I need! Then I'll return, I pledge my word, then I'll return."

"You must think me mad! I've hunted you across the years! Men like you can never change, a man such as you-"

"Ok . . . " interrupted Sophie. "I've had enough music to last me a while. I'm also tired of being Fanitne. That's Kat's job." Sophie was lucky the authoress was at Café d Monde, and didn't hear a word of that.

Valjean and Javert had begun to hit each other with the badminton racquets.

"STOP!" screamed TheSanityStealingPenguinQueen, walking onto the court. She took the racquets away from the two. "You'll bend the racquets. Here," she gave each of them a wooden chair to hit each other with. Valjean broke one of the legs off of his chair, and hit Javert on the head with it.

"Winner by default!" announced Sophie. "Valjean! Congratulations! I have to go find Prouvaire and Eponine!" As she left the announcer's booth, she ran into Jean Prouvaire.

"Sorry," he apologized. "Eponine forgot to wake me up. Am I late?" Sophie sighed. Prouvaire ran into the booth, grabbed the microphone and said, "Welcome to Mizzie

Stadium! I'm Jean Prouvaire! Today- badminton Valjean vs. Javert . . . "