Javert's Daughter

Drawings

***~Marie's POV~***

Two Months Later

For two months I had been with Enjolras and the others. I had tried moving to another flat but he continued to assure me day in and day out that it was fine for me to stay at his. I had been to two more of their rallies before the snow had begun and the others were postponed until after, in hopes better weather would bring more people to protest with them. The last rallies were peaceful due to the lack of police rushing to break them up. The whole time though, I've been waiting for my father to come running down the street to drag me home but there'd been no sign of him anywhere.

"Marie!" I turned to see Ephonie walking into the room and shutting the door behind her. There was a huge smile upon her lips that made me smile back at her.

"What is it Ephonie?" I asked as I slipped my notebooks back into my bag only to have her grab one of them.

"What have you been up to?" she gave a small laugh as I tried to grab my notebook from her hold. I was unsuccessful though and watched as she flipped through the pages and her face went blank. I knew what she was looking at without having to see it for myself. She was looking over my drawings that I'd been working on over the past few weeks. There was one of Gavroche in the street where I'd found Francis kicking him. Another was of Ephonie when I'd first saw her trying to find me with the concern on her face. A third was of Courfeyrac and some of the other men drinking at the Cafe. Then the last one, the one I knew her eyes were glued to, was of Enjolras when he was speaking at the first rally. I remembered the determination in his voice and how he'd kept looking at me.

"These are astonishing!" she exclaimed as she looked back at me. "Why haven't you shown me before?"

"My art is private." I whispered as she turned to the first page where there was a photo of my mother and father sketched out without much detail in it. It'd been my first drawing at the age of twelve. "What were you wanting before?"

"They plan on another rally next week," she handed me my notebook as she spoke and I slipped it to the bottom of my bag. "The general is sick so they plan to be on his doorstep!"

"The police will surly be there!" my eyes widened as we headed down the stairs and onto the street where the men were drinking and talking while women whispered to one another.

"No one cares," she waved off my worry. "Enjolras and Marius want him to hear their words. He's the only one who's ever cared for us and now there are rumors that he's days from death!"

"I hope they have a route to escape," I shook my head as I heard a familiar chuckle behind me and turned to see Enjolras standing there with a smile on his lips.

"I can assure you that we do," he rested his hand on my shoulder just as men came running down the streets. They were all in uniform with killer glares staring at each of us. Among them I recognized Francis and my father at the front. Before I could think any further Enjolras was standing in front of Ephonie and I with a rigid body as Marius and Courfeyrac hurried to his side with their friend Combeferre there too.

"What are you doing here?" Marius asked them in a firm voice. "We have done nothing wrong!"

"Marie!" my father's glare landed on me. "Come home now! You don't belong here with these criminals!"

"Marie?" Ephonie whispered my name in shock and she released her hold on my arm.

"They aren't criminals!" I called back to my father as I stepped around Combeferre only to have Enjolras step in front of me again to try and keep a wall between me and the guns. "They simply want a better world to live in just as I wish for!"

"A criminal is a criminal and a rebel is no better!" My father spat.

"Then I guess I am a criminal because I am no better than my friends!" I choked out.

"If you don't come now there will be no mercy for you later on!" He warned me one last time as I felt Enjolras slip his hand into mine out of surprise. I glanced at him to see that he still looked fierce and tense but his eyes were soft as they watched mine. I tore my gaze from his to see my father's surprised eyes watching both of us.

"Go now!" I told them. "This is where I belong, not with you!"

"Let's go." Francis ordered the troops. They all headed out except for my father who was still glaring at us. Then I realized where he was looking, not our intertwined hands but at my mother's ring hanging around my neck.

"Javert?" Francis narrowed his eyes at my father before glancing at me. My father shook his head as he followed the others away.

"Are you okay?" Enjolras asked me in a whisper once they were all gone. I didn't trust my voice so I simply nodded as I took a deep breath.

"Why didn't you tell us that her father was the Inspector!" Combeferre hissed. I turned to see his face was red with anger while Ephonie's was just pale in shock.

"Why does it matter?" Marius spoke up in my defense. "She wishes to stand with us! Her blood does nothing to change that!"

"If she's here we have even more of a death sentence!" Combeferre argued. "What makes you think they won't come back for her?"

"If they come back then they are fools!" I shook my head as I pulled my hand from Enjolras. "I will stand with, whether it means our freedom or our deaths! The people of France shall rise!"