Clichè Les Mis Modern AU To Honnor Victor Hugo's Memory

Beat Up a Cop

Bahorel was seated, feeling inordinately small under the gazes of Enjolras and Combeferre. Combeferre was tapping his foot, Enjolras simply stood with his arms crossed. Both were glaring.

The other members of the ABC Society were gathered around but keeping their distance, clearly wondering what would happen. Bahorel sported a cut cheek and broken pinky, and was developing a respectable black eye. His injuries throbbed painfully.

"So," said Combeferre, "let's start with the obvious. Why are you here?"

"I fought a cop."

"And why," Enjolras asked, pinching the bridge of his nose, "would you do that?"

"I overheard him say that bisexuality was disgusting and unnatural, and I can't stand for that shit. Any of you would've done the same. Besides, it's not like he was on duty."

Enjolras and Combeferre exchanged a look, then returned their attention to Bahorel.

Enjolras spoke first. "What did you hope to solve by fighting him?"

Bahorel looked taken aback. "Why would you ask something like that? Shouldn't it be obvious?"

"You didn't answer the question. If you answer it, you can go."

Bahorel took a deep breath and thought for a long moment.

"I guess I wanted to show him that I won't stand for that shit. I wanted to show him that he can't say shit like that. That we'll always fight back."

Combeferre and Enjolras nodded at each other and stood aside to allow Bahorel to stand up. As he passed, Combeferre placed a hand on his shoulder abd looked at him seriously.

"Look, Bahorel. As much as I agree with the basic principal," he paused, "you owe me a one thousand ten dollars. One thousand for bail, ten cause I'm about to take care of your injuries. Also, I'm not bailing you out next time."

"Why are you charging me for treatment? You're not even a real doctor yet."

"Would you rather go to a regular hospital? Which, by the way, you will have to do next time, also."

"Yeah, fair."

With that, Combeferre got out the first aid kit they kept handy.