A/N- Whoo, I just found out that one of the other high schools in town is doing Into the Woods as their spring musical! Yay.

Robyn-Enjolras- Yay for words such as chupley... heh.

Tziporah- Into the Woods is a brilliant show. I'm not sure how much you aren't getting, but I doubt there's a lot.

ArgentineRose- Now there's a thought. Yes, Mamselle Miss and La Magnon are far too ignored... moreso than Azelma, in fact.

AmZ- I'm glad Javert's obvious OOC-ness isn't too upsetting... everyone's rather warped in this story, which is why it's so fun.

nebulia- I got into SP because I was adore Jekyll Hyde, which I got into because some folks on the LM forum at Le Cafe said it was brilliant. Which it is, obviously.

Kang Xiu- Another awesome word...

notthatlucky- Yay, you reviewed! Haha... poor Ca... Patria... Patterson. Never fear, all shall be righted.

Ponine24601- Why, thanks. They just sort of fit together, though... it's really kinda weird how well it works.


The carriage with Gavroche and the boys inside arrives at a frightening building. The gamins pile out.

"Well, here we are, M'sieur Gypsy Lawman."

"That's right," the inspector says. "Come on inside and I'll take you to the ladies you seek."

"Okay!"

Gavroche and the homeless boys enter the building, followed, at some distance, by Jacques the baker. "Well," demands Gavroche, "where are they?"

"Right... HERE!" Javert cries, shoving the boys into a jail cell. That was mean, yes, but he did not lie. La Magnon and Mamselle Miss are, indeed, in this cell.

It's Jacques to the rescue, and he knocks the gypsy lawman over the head with a nearby candlestick. Our inspector is unconscious, and Jacques unlocks the cell and lets Gavroche, the boys, Mamselle Miss and La Magnon out.

"You've saved our lives!" cries Mamselle Miss. "How can we ever repay you?"

"Well..." says the baker; "I kind of need a brat without a home..."

La Magnon shrugs. "Here, take this one," she says, shoving the youngest of the boys toward him. "He wets the bed."

"That's fine," Jacques nods. He and the youngest boy leave the station.


"Combeferre... I'm back..." Enjolras says glumly as he enters the café.

"Splendid. How much money did you get?"

Enjolras looks down at the floor. "Uh..."

"Enjolras?"

"Bloody-Red is in a very nice home where the lady said she'd take good care of him!" the young man says quickly.

Combeferre taps his foot. "Enjolras... how much money did you get?"

"Er... none?"

"You sadden me," Combeferre sighs.

"But now I can get on with my revolution, right? Right?"

"Sure, go ahead..."

Combeferre leaves the room muttering about Robespierre.


Claire is trying to find her husband, Bloody-Red in her hands. Suddenly a girl comes dashing out of a sewer grate and trips, falling on her face in the middle of the street.

"Oh my!" Claire gasps. "Can I help you?"

"I'm... Don't let on that you've seen me!" she cries, ducking into an alley.

There is a ruckus from the sewer, and a very, very handsome young man with lips like cherries and the glow of springtime in his eyes comes running out. "Excuse me," he says breathlessly, "have you seen a sordid looking girl come by here?"

"No," Claire lies.

The lovely fellow swears and hurries away.

When he is gone, the girl he was seeking emerges from the alley and begins to leave.

"Wait!" Claire calls. "May I ask you something?"

"Shoot," says the girl.

Claire points in the direction the young man took. "Why are you running from someone that gorgeous?"

"I... I don't really know."

"How did you meet him?"

"Pulling a job."

"What's his name?"

"Montparnasse."

"Oh my goodness! Isn't that-"

"Thief, murderer, blah blah... yeah, that's him."

Claire's eyes are wide. "You aren't afraid of him?"

"Oh, no!" laughs the girl. "My father and wicked biological mother are worse than he is!"

"What's your name?" Claire asks.

"Eponine."

"And do you always run from handsome men?"

Eponine shrugs. "I've never had a handsome man chase me before."

She starts to leave again.

"I wish handsome men chased me... What I wouldn't give to be in your shoes..." Claire sighs. Looking at Eponine's feet, she gasps, "I mean boots that are full of holes!"

"I must get home!" Eponine cries, noticing the late hour.

"I need your shoes!" says Claire. At that minute a gust of wind catches the vest in her hand, and it blows away. "Wait!" she shouts, chasing after it.


Again I must cut off in the interest of the length of the story.