Shora: Sorry I was gone for so long! It took me forever to get me compy back online and when I did, I had to delete tons of s& to get it to run at my uber-fast-cheetah-on-crack-speed. And sorry if you no longer have interest in this, just muscle your way through the first two (horrid) chapters and you get to the good stuff. Once again, I'm SOOOOO SORRY FOR BEING GONE FOR MONTHS! TT I should have put up a "on hiatus" sign. I'm sorry! Oh! I need a beta..so..yeah…(I'm sorry about the errors in this story. I will fix them once this is finished)
"Javert…what on earth is-" Before Valjean could finish his sentence; Javert had already left to room. Valjean arranged his facial features in a some-what-mainly pout, and settled down to wait. After all, Javert had his bed here, his things were here, and his carrier was here..Well..He was and Valjean was a part of his carrier. Javert had to return…right?
Javert bolted. He could only count four times in his life he had been afraid. Not the someone-sunk-up-behind you scared. He was shaking he was so scared. And those times had been in life-or-death situations. With a pistol aimed at his head. But this…he was afraid of…of losing Valjean? Javert knew that he cared for the convict deeply, that his happiness depended on Valjean's happiness, and when Valjean nearly died, the terror he felt was almost a deep as this…utter horror. Javert shivered as he walked along the mist-covered river. It was late, late enough to be called an ungodly hour. He stuck his hands under his arms, trying to keep the feeling from leaving his fingers. He wandered along the Seine blindly until he came to a secluded bridge, hidden from the passerby's by trees and bushes. He climbed up the steps and leaned on the railing, in the shadow of a large factory, asleep for the night. He stared down into the black, swirling water. To him it seemed to mimic his mind. Confusion. He put his head in his hands, massaging his eyes; while his fingers pulled his hair out of the queue he always kept it in, so it curled around his neck and shoulders.
"Monsieur, what are you doing here?" A young woman's voice asked him, causing him jump out of his skin. Javert turned around, expecting to see a prostitute, and to tell her to take her business else ware, but instead he locked eyes with a young girl of about 12, with long blonde hair.
"Just watching the river." Javert stated, ignoring the factory girl.
"Monsieur, why are you sad?" The girl asked him, standing next to him, standing on her tiptoes and just being able to look over the railing.
The girl's insightful question startled him. "I…I think I'm losing someone."
"You're mama or papa Monsieur?" The girl stated, knocking a small stone over into the water.
"Neither." Javert stated, his childhood wasn't a happy one. "They are both in Heaven."
"My mama and papa are in Heaven too Monsieur. That's why I work."
Javert glanced over at the girl, who was dangling off the rail attempting to see over the side.
"You work? Here?" Javert shuddered to think that a girl so young could work in such a dark forbidding place. He saw her little blonde head, no higher then his hip, nod in the darkness. Well, not so dark anymore. The sun was rising. He saw the little girl pull a coin out of her bag, the tiny copper almost as big as her own palm. He saw her screw her eyes shut, turn around, and throw the coin into the river.
"Why did you do that?" He asked, wondering if that was the girl's whole week of wages. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the factory doors open.
"I made a wish Monsieur. My friend Favourite told me to do that and the wish will come true."
Javert found himself smiling. "What did you wish for child?"
The little girl looked him in the eyes. "For you to be happy Monsieur."
Before the little girl could run off, Javert had one more question: "Child, what's your name?"
The little girl looked him in the eyes again. "Clarisse Monsieur." And before he could tell her his, she ran into the factory doors. He glanced down the bridge and saw more woman, factory woman, walking across the bridge. He nodded to them as he passed them, everything becoming clear to him. He walked down the same path he did earlier, but this time, in the light and with his head up, making plans. He wasn't afraid of losing Valjean. He couldn't lose him. They were stuck in Toloun together. Besides. Like the little girl said. He deserves to be happy…
Shora: R&R please!