A/N: Thank you to everyone who is supporting me in this fanfic. It's my first, so it means a lot 3 Who ever is the 20th review (who is positive) will get to request a one shot!
(Four years later)
It was not but twelve in the afternoon, and it was pitch black dark outside. A violent storm was over the home of Courfeyrac, Gavroche, and a new roommate named Marius Pontmercy. There was much commotion going on outside as the beggars tried to hide for shelter. Gavroche was sitting at the window of his room, thinking about the recent events that had occured in the last week.
First, Enjolras had gotten news that General La'Marque was close to dying. When he died, the Friends of the ABC were going to sabotage his funeral and begin the fight. That's what Gavroche was itching for. His heart was yearning to fight more and more by the day.
Two days ago Gavroche and Courfeyrac had a huge fight. Sure, they had fights before, but not like this one. Courfeyrac had caught Gavroche out after dark and was almost caught by Javert. This scared Courfeyrac to death. He loved Gavroche more than anything and would never be able to live with himself if something happened to the boy. The fight started off calm and it increased rapidly to a rough quarrel. Apologies had not been exchanged yet. Gavroche thought that Courfeyrac, who was basically his new father, had not loved him as much as he thought. He was having thoughts of suicide, and then began wondering if they even needed him in the overthrow.
This morning Gavroche had a small chat with Marius, and the handsome young man said that Courfeyrac had been furious, but was not sure where he currently stood. This hurt Gavroche beyond belief.
Gavroche had a knapsack on the ground next to him. He was ready to leave his home again. With one last look around the room Courfeyrac had set up for him, he left. Out in the treacherous weather he went. Rain was pouring down in sheets and pricked Gavroche's skin as he walked. Thunder clapped overhead and lightning lit up the atmosphere when it struck. The boy trudged through the mud, almost getting his feet caught in the process of walking.
He suddenly heard the clicking of horse's hooves against the brick road nearby. Gavroche gasped and quickly began running away. Was it Javert? Would he take him away if he was found? The first question was answered quickly. It was not Javert, but a runaway horse. The horse was going crazy from being loose out in the storm. It charged at Gavroche and knocked him off his feet. The horse then stomped on him as it galloped away quickly. The boy lay on the ground unconscious.