Little people know, when little people fight
We may look easy pickings, but we've got some bite.
Courfeyrac saw Joly lean over the top of the barricade with an outstretched arm. What the devil is he doing? He wondered as he climbed the barricade to see what was going on.
So never kick a dog because it's just a pup!
A loud gunshot alarmed Courfeyrac. He scurried up to the top of the barricade. There was a voice singing, such a familiar voice. Who could it be? He turned around to search for Gavroche, but he was no where to be found. Was he what the boys where yelling at?
We'll fight like twenty armies, and we won't give up!
Courfeyrac reached the top of the barricade. Joly saw him and yelled at the students. "Grab Courfeyrac!" He yelled. Courfeyrac saw his little Gavroche at the front of the barricade with tens of soldiers pointing their loaded guns at him. A second of seeing his soon-to-be son and he began to jerk away from the grasp of young men of who he didn't really care of who they were.
"Gavroche! Gavroche, what are you doing?!" He yelled.
"Someone pull him pack!" Combeferre yelled as he saw one of Courfeyrac's arms break free.
"You dirty bastard!" Courfeyrac yelled, not sure who he was directing it to. He began to run climb down the barricade, aching to meet his Gavroche before it was too late.
So you better run for cover when the pup…
Courfeyrac managed to get to the bottom of the barricade. He sprinted over to the column that was the first step into no-man's-land. He saw Gavroche reach for another bag of dry powder. He was struggling. He was injured.
Grows…
A sickening gunshot and a thud could've killed the boys at the barricade if they wanted it to. Courfeyrac sprinted out to the boy and raced back to safety. He fell to his knees and sobbed. He held his hand over the boy's chest and then his neck. They were too shaky to feel for anything. "Combeferre!" He yelled. "I need your help!"
His friend raced over to his side. Courfeyrac didn't have to say anything for Combeferre to know what to do. His hand lied against Gavroche's chest and stayed like that for ten seconds. "He has a heartbeat, but it's thready. Get Joly to get the bullets out." He said.
Courfeyrac stood up, with the child still in his embrace, and he searched for Joly. He was clearing the pipes of one of the guns.
"Joly, please, I need your help. Please save my boy." He muttered.
Joly immediately tossed down the gun and sprinted over to the tavern. Courfeyrac followed.
"Ok, place him on the ground." The student of medicine said as he pulled out a box with medical supplies in it.
Courfeyrac immediately obeyed. He placed his beloved child on the ground and waited for further instruction. "Okay, he is unconscious right now, which is very beneficial to us." He said as he began to pull the bullet out of his chest.
It did not take long for Joly to treat that wound, but the next one was a bit more tough. Gavroche had woken. This was a huge relief to both men, but now it was a struggle because he was screaming in agony.
"Papa!" Was the first thing he yelled.
Courfeyrac placed one hand on Gavroche's pale cheek. "It's okay, my boy, Joly is helping you." He said.
"It hurts!" He screamed.
"I know it does, but you have to be calm or you might die."
Joly tried to increase the speed of the procedure. In less than five minutes, the wound in the boy's shoulder was treated. Gavroche had tears sliding down his face. That was one of the only times Courfeyrac had seen the strong, independent boy cry.
"You did so well." Courfeyrac whispered to him.
Joly put the medical supplies back from where it had been originally stored. Courfeyrac stood up and hugged his friend. There were no words said besides a simple, "Thank you."
Joly smiled and nodded. "Just make sure he stays hydrated and that he doesn't move around much. He should be fine." He said before walking out.
Courfeyrac knelt down next to the boy. "We're getting out of here before you get hurt again." He said.
He lifted the boy into his arms again and ran out of the cafe. He was deserting his friends. He felt like he was betraying them. He couldn't fight for what his heart longed for; but his precious boy was more than any of that. So, they began to run.
There was a house that Courfeyrac knew of that had been abandoned for years and was far away from the barricade. They stayed there for the night. The next morning, when Gavroche woke up, he saw Courfeyrac sitting on the edge of the bed.
"'ow do ya do, Courf?" He asked with a cheeky smile on his face. It was the same smile Courfeyrac had seen time and time again.
The young man smiled and shook his head. "I don't think you should call me 'Courf' or 'Courfeyrac' anymore." He said.
"Why not?"
Courfeyrac knelt down in front of the boy where they were face to face. He pulled out some papers and held them up so Gavroche could read them.
"Because I'm your papa now." He said.
Gavroche grinned and jumped out of bed to tackle Courfeyrac in a hug. "I love you!" He exclaimed with a voice Courfeyrac had never heard before.
"I love you more!" Courfeyrac said, gently holding his boy so he would not hurt him.
OFFICIAL THE END