Thanks, Javert || Adopted by the Barricade || A Les Mis Fanfic

Chapter 7: In Which a New Visitor Arrives

"Let me fight and take my place at the barricade."

"Are you sure?" Grantaire and Enjolras asked, in sync. I nodded.

"Yes. I want to help."

And so they let me. There was no attack that night, but we all stood prepared anyway.

However, the next night was different. Another man approached the barricade, just as I had done and just as I assumed my father had done a few nights earlier. I stayed next to Grantaire as all of the boys suddenly trained their guns on the man.

"See that prisoner over there," someone said, pointing to my father. "A volunteer like you."

"A spy who calls himself Javert. He's going to get it too!" someone else exclaims. I see a light of recognition take over the man's eyes. He's older than all of the boys, probably around my father's age. The man doesn't say anything, but his head is cocked towards the sky.

"ENEMY MARKSMEN ON THE ROOF!" he exclaims, grabbing a gun from one of the boys nearest him. The man fires twice, shooting down the sniper on the roof who had been aiming at Enjolras. Grantaire grabs my arm and pulls me behind him. We duck under the roof of the entrance to the cafe, my eyes wide in shock. I wasn't expecting this. I could get shot.

We let loose a few more shots towards the roofs before they sneak away. Enjolras turns towards the man and gives him his thanks. The man waves it off.

"Give me no thanks, but there's something else you can do," he replies.

"If it is in my power," Enjolras offers.

"Give me the spy, Javert. Let me take care of him." My breath caught in my throat and I could feel Grantaire's eyes on me. That could only mean one thing. I'm torn; I don't want Enjolras to let this man kill my father, but I don't ever want to deal with my father again.

"Do what you have to do. This man belongs to you," he says. They shake hands and the man disappears towards the tavern where my father is. We wait for a few quiet minutes before a gunshot rings out. A few people cheer, but I can feel Enjolras's eyes on me from across the street. Marius is standing next to him, looking equally concerned. I'm not sure what to think.

I push past Grantaire and run down the street. There are shouts as some of the boys cheer or call my name.

"Elaine, wait!" Courfeyrac called.

"I need a minute," I mutter.

I run into the cafe and climb the stairs until I reach the roof. I sit there with my legs dangling over the side, trying to think. I'm not sure how long I was up there, but I watched over what was going on in the streets from the shadows. Grantaire and some of the boys are drinking out of wine bottles, toasting to whatever comes to mind. They look relaxed for the first time in a while. It's a bit before someone comes up onto the roof. I hear the footsteps behind me.

"Hey. You alright?" Enjolras sat down beside me. I nodded. "I hope you know why I did what I did. I owed that man my life. And I certainly hate Javert for what he did to you."

"I get it. I'm just happy you're alive." We sit for a few minutes before another thought comes to mind. "Enjy, who was that man?"

"He said his name was Jean Valjean."

Suddenly, everything clicked into place.

AN:

I wonder what'll happen next? What will Elaine do? Hope everyone's doing great!

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