The Darkest Night Will End

The Barricade At The Rue De Villet, 7:23pm, June 5th, 1832

The Barricade at the Rue De Villet, 7:23pm June 5th, 1832

It wasn't long after Eponine had returned to the barricade from delivering Marius' letter to Cosette, that Jacquelyn returned, without the horse, a scrape on their cheek, and only slightly shaky hands.

They called the passcode up to Basset on guard, and climbed through a passage that had been opened in the barricade for them.

Grantaire watched from the side, a pain in his chest as Enjolras hurried forward, "What took you so long? I was worried."

Jacquelyn sighed, leaning their head on his shoulder for a moment before pulling back, "Made it to all the other barricades, the national guard tried to stop me on the way back, when I didn't stop they shot the horse out from under me. Rolled off into an alley, got up and ran like hell."

Grantaire turned to Joly quietly, "You think that scrape on her cheek could be infected?"

Joly, immediately worried by the words, got up and fetched his medical bag, hurrying over to check, and giving Grantaire the desired effect he'd been looking for.

"Adrien arrived yet?" He heard them ask as Joly fretted over their cheek.

Charles shook his head, "Still a no show, but its possible he got stopped at a checkpoint somewhere, or had to find a way around one."

They sighed, "And Montparnasse?"

"You really think he would come?" Fueilly scoffed.

"Anythings possible."

From near the top of the barricade Gavroche chuckled, "I don't think 'e'd show up round here Jack."

Resolutely Jacquelyn looked down, beginning to fix the braid that had come loose during their run from the National Guard.

From the upper side of the barricade Basset whistled, "He's back."

"Let him in." Enjolras ordered as Jacquelyn began to move up the barricade to sit with Gavroche.

Grantaire watched as the familiar looking man entered, "Listen my friends I have done as I said, I have been to their lines have counted each man, and I will tell what I can."

Jacquelyn leaned over to Gavroche, murmuring something to him as Grantaire still struggled to place the mans face.

"Better be warned they have armies to spare, and the danger is real. We will need all our cunning to bring them to yield." The man trailed off, looking around at the students and workers, as if looking for something.

"Have faith, if you know what their movements are we'll spoil their game," Enjolras rested a hand on his shoulder, "There are ways that a people can fight. We shall overcome their power!"

The man took a deep breath nodding, "I have over heard there plans, there shall be no attack tonight, they intended to starve us out, before they start a proper fight. Concentrate their force, hit us from the right."

And then it clicked in Grantaire's mind, and he was on his feet almost before Gavroche could call out, "Liar!"

It was Grantaire's pistol that was the first to be drawn as Gavroche continued to crow, hopping down from his spot on the barricade, "Good evening dear inspector, lovely evening my dear. I know this man, my friends, his name's inspector Javert! So don't believe a word he says cause none of it's true! This only goes to show what little people can do!"

Javert made to run, only to be shoved back by Alexander and Bahorel, Grantaire quickly helping Courfeyrac to pin his arms back, Jacquelyn, their gun still aimed on the inspector moving down the barricade, to ruffle Gavroches hair as he sang:

"And little people know, when little people fight, we may look easy pickings but we've got some bite! So never kick a dog, because he's just a pup! We'll fight like 20 armies and we won't give up! So you'd better run for cover when the pup grows up!"

Courfeyrac grinned, "Bravo little Gavroche, you're the top of the class."

"So what are we going to do with this snake in the grass?" Jehan asked with more hostility than anyone had heard before.

"Take this man and tie him in the tavern in there, the people will decide your fate, inspector Javert!" Jacquelyn grinned.

"Take the bastard now and shoot him!" Basset yelled, "Yes lets watch the devil dance."

"You'd've done the same inspector, had we given you the chance." Charles agreed.

Javert looked up at Jacquelyn, a desperate hate in his eye before spitting at their feet, "Shoot me now or shoot me later, every schoolboy to his sport! Death to each and every traitor, I renounce your people's court!"

"Though we may not all survive here, there are things that cannot die." Hissed Combeferre.

Grantaire scoffed, "Whats the difference? Die a simple school boy or die a police man spy!"

"Take this man bring him through," Enjolras said quickly, "There is work we have to do."

Grantaire and Courfeyrac began to drag the man back toward the cafe, and he was compliant for a few steps, before shoving them to either side as they passed through the cafe doors.

Enjolras, Combeferre and Jacquelyn were quick to run forward, Jacquelyn pulling Grantaire to his feet as the others ducked out of the way of another one of Javert's blows.

The inspector started to turn away as they darted forward, about to restrain him for themself when he turned and sent a fist sailing into their jaw, and having grabbed what he was looking for, cracked the hidden baton down on them.

Grantaire immediately started forward, grabbing his arm to stop him from hitting them with the baton again as Enjorlas quickly grabbed his free arm, barely managing to wrestle him away from Grantaire and to the ground.

The baton was wretched from Javert's hand and brought down upon his head, knocking him out cold.

Jacquelyn groaned, blindly taking both hands that were offered to them and pulling themself up, rubbing at their jaw as they looked from Enjolras to Grantaire, "You think this 'ill bruise?"