Shora: Hello! Thanks for the reviews! Made this sickly girl feel much better! Yes, im sick again! I think I got it at the Pantages when I went to see CATS…amazing play by the way…oh! I thought of something when I was washing my dad's car…just these lines:

"What on earth are you saying Javert?" "What I'm saying Monsieur La Prefect, is that Jean Val Jean, ex-convict Jean ValJean, ex-mayor Jean ValJean is really…..CARMEN SANDIEGO!" I know…. don't ask….im gonna put that into a crack fic….I just saw the '98 version of Les Mis…they put in a lot of things, but left out some vital people. For one, THEY LEFT OUT EPONINE! WTH! LES MIS ISN'T LES MIS WITHOUT EPONINE! And two, THEY LEFT OUT ENJOLRAS! HOW THE HELL COULD THEY LEAVE OUT ENJY! And get this….THEY MADE MARIUS THE LEADER OF LES AMIS! WIMPY MARIUS! DEAR LORD HOW DENSE ARE THESE PEOPLE! ….that settles it…..I offically hate Hollywood!

But Geoffrey Rush did an amazing job of playing Javert….whatev…once again…im sick so..i ramble….Mooooooooooooooo..on to the fic! WhOOOO

Note: I'm to sure if I mentioned this, but this is a bookxmusicalxmovie crossover…

Javert looked over at ValJean. They had left the mainland and had gone onward to Paris, ValJean getting slightly better, and Javert coming to term with his own feelings for the convict. He realized that he was falling for the convict, but decided to ignore the societal reprocations, and the spiritual. After all, he could repent later in his life, couldn't he?

He glanced about the hospital hall, amazed at the number of poor who were willing to fake an illness to get food and shelter. His gaze returned to 24601. The convict had considerable improvement over the last few weeks. He no longer tossed and turned in his bed, he no longer moaned, he just…. slept. Javert was concerned for the convict. He doubted ValJean would know where he was when he woke up, that is, if he woke up. He allowed himself the luxury of brushing away a few stray strands of hair, after looking around to make shure that nobody was watching. He smiled lightly, and went back to his book. A few minutes later he heard a light voice: "Javert?" assuming this one was one of his dreams about his mother, he said: "Mother, I am wide awake, do not bother me. I know your message. I have found happiness, do not squander it."

"Do I look like your mother to you, Monsieur l'warden?"

Javert glanced over to the bed, where the all-too-familiar voice of ValJean had just woken up.

"24601, your awake." Javert said, folding his page and setting his book down.

"Either that, or you're delirious." ValJean said, quirking and eyebrow.

"You've been asleep for the past 3 weeks." Javert said, pouring some water and handing it to the convict, who just sat up.

"How do you know that?" ValJean asked and took a sip.

"I haven't left your side for a moment." Javert saw ValJean spit out some of the water in shock.

"You WHAT?"

"Honestly 24601, your no Voltaire, but I assume you to have enough sense to presume that I would not let a convict, much less one who has tried to escape before, out all alone, in a hospital, in Paris, far from Toloun." And I wanted to be here for this moment. He added to himself.

"Now that you put it that way…." 24601 mumbled. "So that where I am, Paris?"

"Yes, 24601. We transferred you from Toloun in a carriage. You were on the brink of death many times." Javert added that sentence for reason he did not know.

"You should have let me die. No use living if I have four more years to serve in hell."

Javert didn't know what to saw to that, but thankfully he didn't have too, seeing as a sister came in and saw ValJean and Javert talking and ran over.

"Oh praise the lord! Your awake!" The nun crossed herself.

"Sister, I believe 24601 needs a doctor." Javert said, and watched the rather rotund little

Penguin scurry off.

"A charity hospital? What Javert, I don't deserve to have my medical bills payed?"

If Javert didn't know any better, he'd say that ValJean was flirting with him. Well…if he wanted to play it like that…

"No, ValJean, they just have better medicine." He watched ValJean's eyes widen is surprise.

"What ValJean? Amazed I know your name?"

He saw ValJean nod.

"I know the names and numbers of everyone in my charge ValJean." How could I not know your, is haunts my dreams.

"Really? Then who's my cellmate?" ValJean asked, wating for Javert to answer.

"35792, Other wise know as Brevet." Javert answered with out missing a beat.

"Hmm..then who was the convict who tried to kill me?" ValJean asked with a triumphant wag of his head. Before Javert could respond, the doctor came in and pushed Javert to the side claiming how ValJean recovered was "a holy miracle." And the he was "touched by God himself." Javert was slightly miffed about being thrust to the side like a piece of refuse. When the days hustle and bustle was done, 24601's temperature taken, food layed out for him fit for the emperor himself, and more medicine given to him, then doctors left, with much reluctance, and Javert sat down in his chair, only to jolt up again, realizing he sat on a needle. He took the needle away, looked closely at his chair, wiped the seat a bit, and relaxed into his chair. He picked up his book from where it had fallen, and glanced over at ValJean, who was staring up at the ceiling.

"A soux for you thoughts, ValJean."

Javert's green eyes locked with ValJean's blue as the convict pushed a strand of long blonde hair out of his face.

"In all honesty Javert, I wonder why the hell you had to hit me that hard. Now that I'm awake, my side hurts to no end." ValJean closed his eyes and layed his matted hair on the pillow.

"Sit up ValJean." Javert said as he walked across the room to a cot that ValJean didn't even notice.

"What?" he asked as Javert came back to his bedside with a silver backed brush and comb.

"I said sit up, 24601" Javert said, glaring at him. ValJean complied, but not without a look of puzzlement when Javert slid behind him and poured some water from the pitcher next to him through his hair, catching it in the bowl. Javert repeated these actions until the water from ValJean's hair ran clean. Then he took his silver backed brush and comb, and started to run them through ValJean's hair, ignoring the cry's of protest and pain from the man pratically in his lap.

"Honestly ValJean, do you think I'm going to let my charge look…well..like a convict?"

"OWCH!"

"Damn it ValJean! Do you want me to make you bald!" the problem wasn't that ValJean was in pain, no, it was the fact that, while sitting in Javert's lap, Valjean was squirming. And Javert was reacting to the squirming…rather..Adamantly.

"Javert, there's something sticking into my back." Valjean complained after a bit of silence.

"That's the comb." Javert easily lied to the man that was him. Through 3 layers of fabric, two loose, and one very dense, and Valjean's own shirt, the man still managed to feel his own painful arousal.

"Oh…" Javert couldn't believe his own ears. Was Valjean…disappointed that it was the 'comb'? When it came to mind that Valjean could actually desire him, his felt his fingers go numb and he dropped the brush into Valjean's lap. He reached over his charge and picked up the comb; only vaguely amiss that something was wrong. He didn't notice the way Valjean's hands were positioned in his lap until he was well back over his shoulder, finishing up what was left to do.

"Turn around Valjean. I need to brush your bangs." Javert said, sounding more like a mother to the convict then a warden.

"Umm..I-I'll do them myself." Valjean said, making an attempt to grab the brush.

"Nonsense ValJean." Javert moved both the comb and the brush away from the convicts grasp.

"Damn it Javert!" Valjean stated as he leaned over the lap of the warden to grab the brush, only to brush aginst something else…

Shora: MUHAHAHA! Sexual cliffie! R&R!