Javert's Daughter

Les Miserables FanFiction

When people look at me they see a girl with a posh life, someone without any struggles. I've walked up and down the streets of Paris many times in my seventeen years and seen the poor begging for a few francs to but dinner for their families. My father always made them run though, he was Inspector Javert. My name is Marie and I am my fathers only child, causing him to be overprotective.

We were taking our normal walk through the streets when I heard the yelling. Right away I strayed from my father as I hurried toward a crowd of people I could hear my father calling my name but I wanted to see what was going on and why people were arguing. When I finally made it to the front though I found myself wishing I hadn't. There in the middle of the square I saw familiar man kicking a little boy who was lying on the ground in a ball.

"Stop it!" I yelled at the man as I ran over to them and stood between him and the boy. I could see anger in the man's eyes as I tried to remember his name, he looked so familiar yet I couldn't place him.

"Move girl!" he narrowed his eyes at me.

"If you want to hurt him then you have to go through me." I tried to sound tough as I felt a tugging on my dress and glanced to see the little boy looking up at me with wide brown eyes.

"What's going on here?" my father narrowed his eyes at me as he walked over to us.

"Inspector, this boy stole from me!" the man pointed at the boy at my feet.

"No I didn't!" the boy spoke up for the first time.

"Francis, I can assure you that I will get to the bottom of this," my father assured the man. Francis, of course! He worked with my father and had for some time.

"Make sure it does." Francis glared at me before walking away and others slowly cleared out too. I looked down at the boy and knelt down so we were at eye level with each other.

"What's your name?" I asked him with a small smile.

"Gavroche!" I looked up to see two men who looked a tad older than me running over and they wrapped their arms around the little boy. One of them had black curls while the other had looser light coppery ones.

"Thanks for saving me." Gavroche smiled at me.

"Just try to stay out of trouble," I smiled back at him before glancing at my father to see him frowning. I knew he was upset at me but he wouldn't risk losing his composure in public. I went to rise to my feet only to have the man with coppery hair to take my hand to help me up.

"Thank you for stepping in Mademoiselle," he looked me in the eyes with his dark brown ones.

"It's no problem Mousier," I assured him as I stuck my hand in my pocket and pulled out ten francs and handed it to him. "You all look hungry, please take this and but yourselves a proper meal."

"Thank you," his eyes widened at the money. I started to walk over to my father when he caught my arm and I looked back at him. "If it isn't too much trouble, what is mademoiselle's name?"

"Marie," I told him my name. "And what is your's?"

"Enjolras," he smiled back at me before letting me go. As I walked away with my father I could feel his gaze upon my back.