She died; this was not his plan at all. He needs to get her daughter. It's the least he can do but what about…. "Valjean," Jean Valjean let out an annoyed sigh as he stood up from the poor woman's deathbed. Using his hand on the bed frame. However, he didn't turn around to meet Javert's eyes. He sighed again and turned around after a few seconds. He saw Javert holding handcuffs in his hand. Pride was in his eyes. This was it. He was going back. No, he couldn't go back. He can't. He made a promise. Valjean ran his hand over his eyes. He must look after that child, and he couldn't do it there. Or where else they would put him? He stole bread, that's all he did. Why can't Javert understand that? Valjean shook his head and stepped back from Javert.
"Javert," he muttered even more annoyed pulling the thin covers over Fantine. "I don't have time for this," The ex-convict added standing up at full height. Javert laughed and walked closer to his prize. Valjean held up his hands telling him to back off. He was stronger than Javert and both of them knew it. That's what happens when you were in the Galleys for nineteen years.
"Three days. That's all I ask. Then I'll go with you," Valjean added in an annoyed voice.
"Three days for what Valjean? You will try to get away and we can't have that," Javert sneered crossing his arms. Valjean let out a calming breath and smiled a little.
"You don't have to do this. I stole bread. How is that bad!" Valjean said trying to remain calm. However, he could hear in his voice that he was not.
Javert shook his head and held out the handcuffs.
"I need to help this poor woman's child," Valjean pleaded putting down his hands. That earned him another laugh from Javert.
"Story of your life 24601," Javert said laughing again. The inspector walked closer to him slowly with a sly smile on his face.
"Three days. Please," Valjean pleaded holding his ground now. If he had to fight Javert then so be it. Javert rolled his eyes. He walked slowly to him. The cuff's hit his legs with a clang.
"Come with me Valjean, now," Valjean turned away from him. He then looked at the poor woman lying there. He was too late and now he might never raise her daughter.
"I need to…" Valjean cut off when Javert cuffed him. However, it was on one hand. Valjean smiled a little to himself before he pushed Javert to the ground. "I'm stronger than you Javert. Don't test me," Valjean yelled trying to get the cuff off his hand.
"There are more guards outside," Javert said standing up slowly. Valjean would have laughed at how slowly he stood. Javert was ten years younger than him. However, it was not the time because Javert pushed him into a corner and then cuffed his other wrist. Valjean sighed but he didn't fight back.
'Maybe the judge can help. I doubt it though. This was it. I'm sorry." Valjean thought as he was pushed out of the hospital.
Valjean was quiet when they walked into the courthouse and up the stairs to the large building. He can't believe he was here again. He was so careful. He kept his head low as they walked up to the desk. "I have him," Javert said. Valjean looked up as the man at the desk nodded and pointed to a holding cell.
"I will inform the judge," Javert nodded and led Valjean to a cell.
"Just like old times 24601," Javert said with a dark smile and crossed his arms. Valjean said nothing as he stared at the floor. He needed to save that child but…he failed.
"Wait. Please don't do this. Javert, you can help me, please? A girl needs help and I…"
"Silence, Valjean. Save it, you lost. You never had a chance," Javert snaped as hit the bars. Valjean didn't flinch.
'I'm sorry Fantine.' Was all that was going through his head. He looked up as Javert left.
"I will be back Jean Valjean," Javert said tapping the bars. He kept his eyes on him as he walked away.
Valjean closed his eyes as he left. How could he let his guard down? Now he might not even see freedom again. Unless he can convince someone to help the child. He doubts it though. Valjean closed his eyes. He had to make it good if that is what he is going to do. However, he knew that it would not work. He had to pray and hope that it would.
A/N: Well, here it is. My first Les Mis story that's not a crossover. I've been wanting to do this for a long time, but I felt that I wasn't good enough to do it. Now, I think I can do it. Thank you all for reading and I know I have a lot more story to work on, but I wanted to post a new one before the ending of the year. Thank you again and I will see you next time.