Marius and Cosette threw a party for their son's first birthday and Thenardier may or may not have come un-invited and told Marius a lie that Javert was dead. With this new "info" Marius told Valjean that it was safe to make contact with Cosette and him.

Jean Valjean couldn't contain his excitement the moment Cosette entered his apartment he hugged her and they both cried. They hadn't seen each other in two years and this was the outcome;

"I know I have explaining to do, but I assure you that there is a good reason for me being gone for so long." Valjean said.

"But you lived here this whole and… just tell me what happened I mean all my life you've hid so much and it..." Cosette's voice trailed off as she tried to keep back tears

"My dear, you see-"

"He had gallbladder cancer" Marius cut him off a little too quickly. Valjean shot him a confused look. He wasn't expecting him to lie to Cosette.

"Marius, can I speak with you…" Valjean lead Marius into the other room. "I thought we agreed we would tell her" he stated rapidly.

"What's the point? Javert is dead and you're free of all his shit!" Marius said with far too much happiness.

Valjean wasn't used to feeling relief or even anything but worry but now after all this time he still couldn't imagine freedom. Javert's death had made him feel a sort of weighed down for some reason and by the rules he was supposed to hate Javert but he couldn't bring himself not to feel a little sad.

"It isn't like you're upset about this… right?" Marius questioned. Valjean didn't answer but he sort of didn't need to. "I will never understand…" Marius tried to continue but he couldn't find the words.

Three months later:

Marius, Cosette, Jean-Patrice and Valjean had gotten used to life now all together and enjoyed seeing each other on Sundays after church and on holidays. Things seemed as if they couldn't get better.

June 6th. This date brought Marius ample pain. This was the day that all his friends died at the barricade… He could remember all of them like they were standing in front of him. Enjolras, the leader and the most passionate man Marius had ever known. His words could sway anyone and when he spoke you felt it in your heart and all of your soul. Then of course there was Courfeyrac…that man knew how to have a good time and he was the most handsome man Marius had ever seen. He missed them both so much but the others dawned on him more… Grantiare, the cynical drunk who never believed in anything but Enjolras. He had such a negative outlook on life it made Marius think maybe he was happier somehow. Then there was Jehan and Joly the two of them were something else, Joly was constantly convinced he was dying of some terrible disease and Jehan was a great writer and had a charming strangeness. He missed them more than words could say those were his brothers and he loved them.

Javert had been through hell, two weeks after his suicide he was in awful shape and not much a will to live. It had been almost three months now and he wasn't on much better terms with himself. His job before was to be a police inspector and the only way to continue that now was to go to therapy because they decided that if he was suicidal that he could be a danger to the team so Javert agreed to six weeks of forced therapy. These sessions weren't actually being attended because the second his chaperone (Patrick, who was the Prefect of the Paris Police) left Javert climbed out the back window and walked home. Javert had a difficult upbringing partly because he lived in a crap time and mostly because he was half gypsy and half French. No matter how much he disliked this he couldn't change it. It was a part of him that would always cause bigotry and hate and he would have to learn to deal with it. Javert had a series of impossible situations go down in his life such as his mother's death when he was eight and being adopted by a man named Aberle Heideck who is Patrick's brother. Javert's life was far from perfect but this made Javert's mind up that he didn't want to live to him it didn't matter because everything he believed wasn't true. His whole life came crashing down in one single night and it was too much for him to handle. So now he was back doing his job and attempting to live but it was obvious that it was a chore.

Javert's partner was an African American man about 5'7" named Gregory Samson, he was transferred from America to Paris for solving a really important case. He wasn't great at French and could barely understand Javert's accent but they got along and were best friends within two weeks. With the two of them being so inseparable he could tell Javert wasn't going to actually talk to the therapist and he decided to confront him about it.

"Ya know you ain't foolin' anyone, we are all very aware of the fact that you aren't going to therapy…" Samson lied. He just wanted to scare Javert who was sitting on the floor of his apartment typing a report on his laptop. He didn't even look up he just nodded. Samson rolled his eyes.

"You used to be such a dynamic person with emotions…and feelings…" he emphasized emotions and feelings because he knew these words would scare the crap out of Javert and he was right Javert's head snapped up.

"What?" Javert stated blankly not emoting once again.

"If there's a zombie out break I know who patient zero is..." Samson teased but the joke went over Javert's head.

Samson got up

"You want anything to eat? I'm starving!" he said.

Javert shook his head this really bothered Samson because Javert wasn't an overly stocky mean to begin with. Javert was a rather thin man who towered over Samson by at least ten inches. Javert had clearly lost weight and was even thinner and it was taking a physical toll on him and that made his work even more dangerous for the both of them.

"Well I'm getting you something anyway because you're thin as hell and I can't take it!"

"What're you my mother!?" Javert had an irritated intensity all of the sudden.

Samson was used to Javert's moods by now because he wouldn't leave Javert alone and had been living with him since his attempt. Samson watched Javert scowl and go back to his work, turning back into the expressionless man he was used to.

"No…" Samson said quietly.

He hated watching this so he left to get food but on the way there he remembered the first time he had met Javert. It was right after his re-assignment and Javert was the only one who came and welcomed him (Javert would later admit that doing that was very out of character of him). He remembered looking up at Javert and thinking damn because of his ridiculous height. Javert had to be 6'5" at least and that wasn't the only striking thing about him he had dark dusky skin and jet black hair but his eyes were the lightest blue. Javert was determined like no one else and was frequently serious but had an incomparable sense of humor and a quick wit. He was rather unforgettable, the way he was silent in times of despair compared to how explosive he got when he was angry. The man Samson remembered was a different guy now and he wanted the old Javert back.