Better Run for Cover

Epilogue

Epilogue

{Other p.o.v.}

Many years later, an elderly André sat silently in a chair. Her husband, Jean Carlo, sat in a chair beside her, and her sons, Enjolras, Grantaire, Courfeyrac, and Gavroche, knelt on the ground before her. André looked at them each in turn, smiling sadly. Her smile was tired and weary. It deepened the wrinkles in her skin, showing just how old she had become. She sighed ever so softly.

As she looked at her sons, a single tear formed in her eye. "I love you," she whispered, "Be brave."

...

"Andy?!" shouted Jean Carlo as his wife's eyes closed.

"Mom?!" cried her boys.

"Be brave."

...

"Take my hand, I'll lead you to salvation."

As André's husband and sons cried over her still form, a familiar voice brought a smile to Andy's face as her spirit rose from her body. With a sigh of happiness, she found that in death, she could walk again, no longer needing her crutch.

"Take my love, for love is everlasting."

Andy turned to see her brother, Enjolras, holding out his hand. She took it, and slowly walked with him.

"And remember, the truth that once was spoken..."

Another voice joined Enjolras'. Grantaire was waiting, holding out a hand to her as well, and beside him was Courfeyrac, a gentle smile on his face, and Gavroche, with his teasing smirk.

"To love another person is to see the face of god!"

Andy walked hand in hand with her brother and her friends from her childhood into the white light that blazed before them.

When she blinked, she found herself atop the barricade once more, and she was a child again. Everything was the same as it had been when she was a child, but this time, the barricade stretched across Paris. The people were standing with the revolutionaries, side by side, arm in arm, waving flags and raising their fists in the air.

At the top beside her, stood Marius and Cosette, and everyone who had died before her...

Bahorel, Lesgles, Prouvaire, Feuilly, Combeferre, Grantaire, and Enjolras...

Gavroche and Éponine...

And...

"Thief..." said a voice quietly.

"Javert!" Andy hugged him without a thought, which surprised him, but he then hugged her back, picking her up and spinning her around in a circle. She giggled and Javert smiled, for what may have been the first time ever.

A tap on her shoulder made her turn away, and she accepted the hand her brother offered her once more as a song rose above the barricade and into the sky that had been set on fire with the sunrise.

"Do you hear the people sing?

Lost in the valley of the night, it is the music of a people who are climbing to the light!

For the wretched of the earth, there is a flame that never dies.

Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise!

They will live again in freedom in the garden of The Lord!

They will walk behind the ploughshare, they will put away the sword!

The chain will be broken and all men will have their reward!

Will you join in our crusade, who will be strong and stand with me?

Somewhere beyond the barricade is there a world you long to see?

Do you hear the people sing, say do you hear the distant drums, it is the future that they bring when tomorrow comes!

Will you join in our crusade, who will be strong and stand with me?

Somewhere beyond the barricade is there a world you long to see?

Do you hear the people sing, say do you hear the distant drums?

It is the future that they bring when tomorrow comes!

Tomorrow comes!"