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Cosette and Javert: The Untold Story
By: Jtrbug315@aol.com (Kristen Roach)
Before I begin this, I want to make it clear to all that THIS IS A SPOOF!!! I can not stress this enough. None of the things you are going to read could ever, would ever or will ever happen in the Les Miz world. I am simply responding to the idea presented by dear Mollie and MizMe1284 in the Les Miz chat room. The characters you will read about were created by Victor Hugo but since he's dead, he can't sue me for using them. Haha, I'm such a rebel. Anyways, sit back, relax and try to take this story lightly. It is, after all, a joke. And, hey, life's too short to get anal about the little things. You can quote me on that.
Cosette and Javert: The Untold Story (1/3)
Cosette hurried down the back alley, trying to avoid breathing in the foul stench of the gutters. She had just finished a long day of handing out food to the poor who lived in these gutters. Tough work. She looked around her to make sure no one was following her, picked up her skirts to keep them as clean as possible and broke into a run. She turned a corner which led her into an even smaller, smellier alley. Her delicate nose crinkled in disgust. How she wished she didn't have to resort to these clandestine meetings in dingy, rented rooms.
"Oh well," she said to herself. "It's all worth it in the long run."
Number 55? No that was her father's house on Rue Plumet. This was Rue Fontaine and it was Number 4. She would have to learn to keep them straight in the future. As she entered the building, a small bud of expectation blossomed in her breast. The thrill and danger of these liasions was what kept her coming. It certainly wasn't the scenery. She silently crept up the stairs, her heart pounding. Cosette stopped in front of a door and tried to remember the secret knock that he insisted on her using. This had always troubled her; why did he need a knock to know it was her? How many other girls did he invite up here? She pushed these troubling thoughts out of her head. They weren't very interesting. Three loud knocks followed by a short tap and then a whistle. Or was it three whistles, a knock and a tap? She decided to try the previous combination and was relieved when she heard him call out, "Come in, Cosette." She gently pushed the door open and saw him standing there, his police uniform adding to his tall physique. Her stomach did a drop as it had done three months earlier when she literally ran into him on the street. They had started talking and then he had invited her to his apartments for a couple of hours. The affair had lasted ever since, the only change being the move to these rooms. And each encounter brought the wonderful feeling of doing something her father wouldn't approve of. And he definitely wouldn't approve of this, especially since this man was his worst enemy. Cosette didn't like to think that she was sleeping with her father's torturer. Rather, she was saving him, because Javert had vowed that as long as they stayed together, he would leave Valjean alone.
"I didn't think you were coming," he said, his voice low.
"I had to come up with a plausible excuse for my father. I told him I was shopping. He didn't ask any questions," she replied, looking at him coyly.
"One of these days, Cosette. One of these days you'll leave me and then 24601 is mine." Cosette sighed. She had often asked Javert to stop referring to her father by his old prison numbers, but he seemed unable to break the habit. Just a minor flaw in an otherwise flawless man. She walked over to him and put her small, gloved hand on his shoulder.
"We only a have a few hours. Let's not waste them," she whispered.
Javert looked at her with smoldering eyes.
Several hours later.....
Cosette sat on the edge of the bed, tying the laces on her walking shoes. Javert stood behind her. He was staring out the window, seemingly into nothing. Cosette could tell that something was bothering him, but knew he wouldn't talk about it.
"When can you come again?" he asked suddenly, turning away from the window. Cosette stood to face him.
"I don't know. Not for awhile. I think my father knows something's going on, but he doesn't know exactly what.....yet."
"One of these days, Cosette. One of these days you......" Cosette broke him off in mid-ramble.
"Yes, yes I know. But that's not going to happen, is it? I'll get in touch with you in a few days, cherie. Au revoir." (note the french. I took spanish so excuse me if it's not right) With that, she turned and left.
The next day.....
Cosette's back hurt and she was extremely tired. After three hours of handing out bread to the poor, her feet were killing her and she was ready to just dump the basket in the street and leave. The only thing keeping her was the fact that sometimes Javert patroled this street.
Another ten minutes passed by. The sun was beating down hard on her delicate skin. Where was he? He always managed to come by if he knew she was going to be there. And she had mentioned it three times yesterday. Out of the corner of her eye, Cosette noticed several young, well-dressed men walking around the streets, looking at the people and occasionally breaking into song. One of them caught her looking at him and stared back. He was cute, but not like Javert. He continued to stare at her, which began to annoy her. Is there something on my forehead? she thought to herself. Fortunately for her, the man's stare was broken by a girl about her age who looked very familiar to Cosette. The girl was flirting with him outrageously, but it was obvious he had no interest in her. Better her than me, Cosette said silently. She turned her back to the man. Her eyes kept scanning the crowds, looking for Javert's hat towering above them, but to no avail. She had almost given up hope, when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Afraid that it was the young man, Cosette didn't turn around.
"I can't stop thinking about you, Cosette," Javert whispered in her ear. Cosette relaxed at hearing her lover's voice.
"Can you come by my house tonight?" she whispered back.
"What about your father?" he asked, stepping away from her, acting as if this were a normal conversation.
"He won't notice a thing."
Javert thought this over for a moment. It was risky, but hell, an hour with Cosette was worth it.
"Okay," he replied. "Be waiting for me." With that, he left, lest anyone see them. Cosette smiled. The smile faded when she saw the strange way in which the other girl who looked so familar was looking at her. A combination of sadness and accusation. It made Cosette uncomfortable. She turned and left.
The end of part one.