Disclaimer: Victor Hugo owns Les Miserables, not me. I only own Alec Javert, Adaline, and Marié.

March 21st, 1831

Adaline POV:

"Why are you here with a street rat and a revolutionary?" Javert asks (A/N: She doesn't like him, so she calls him Javert. It's not the '24601' Javert). Enjolras steps in front of me, protecting me from any danger. I push Gavroche behind me gently, doing the same as Enjolras.

"How dare you call Gavroche a 'street rat!!' He is the closest thing to a son that I have! And both of them have names, you know. This is Enjolras, my boyfriend." My eyes glare daggers into Javert. If looks could kill, he'd be dead, in Hell, and repeated for infinity. Enjolras folds his arms, tense as a guitar string. He follows Javert with his sky-blue eyes, not blinking.

"Oh, so you're a revolutionary too, huh? Not ladylike at all," Javert says, tsching. "I'll have to groom that out of you when you are my wife."

"Over my dead body," Enjolras retorts through gritted teeth.

Javert smirks. "That could be arranged. You have committed treason against the king." I put my hand on Enjolras's arm. His head turns to look at me, and his eyes soften. I walk up to Javert slowly. He goes to grab my arm, but I dodge the hand. I pull my hand back and slap him as hard as I can in the face. I abruptly turn and start to run, grabbing Gavroche and Enjolras's hands. They run with me as Enjolras leads us back to his house. Oh no. This is near my street. Enjolras opens the door with a key he has tied around his neck. He ushers Gavroche in first, then he turns to me.

"That was an amazing slap!" he exclaims. "It made me fall in love with you even more."

I smile coyly up at him. "Well, when you speak at the rallies, your voice makes me fall in love with you even more as well." He smirks at me and I step closer to him. I stand up on my tiptoes and kiss his cheek. Well, it was supposed to be his cheek, but he turns his head at the right moment and my lips land on his. We stay in this embrace for a long while until I hear my mother's sweet tones. Just kidding. They sound like a banshee had a kid with a harpy, and she's the result. I turn around, not the smartest decision.

"ADALINE!!!! WHAT IS THIS I HEAR ABOUT YOU SLAPPING MONSIEUR JAVERT??? AND DATING A REVOLUTIONARY??" I cringe.

"Well, Monsieur Javert-" I put as much sass as possible in the word 'monsieur'-"tried to grab onto my arm and told me that he would be my future husband. And how do you know that he's a revolutionary?"

"MONSIEUR JAVERT WILL BE YOUR FUTURE HUSBAND!!! MONSIEUR JAVERT TOLD ME ABOUT EVERYTHING!!!" I sigh and discreetly remove Enjolras's rosette from his jacket and remove mine as well.

"Does he look like a revolutionary to you?" My mother prowls around Enjolras, searching for something revolution-like. Enjolras's eyes dart around, following my mother's circle around him.

"His red jacket. I saw someone in a red jacket just like this one yesterday." I roll my eyes. "You, Adaline MacMahon, are hereby disowned from the MacMahon family. You will never return to my house ever again." Mother, well, not mother anymore. She grabs onto Enjolras's arm. "And you will be coming with me to jail."

"No!! How dare you?" I shout as she tries to drag Enjolras down the street. Enjolras doesn't budge. He somehow maneuvers his arm out of her grasp and starts to walk up to his house again. I meet him halfway up, giving him a large hug and almost sobbing in terror. He rubs my back soothingly as he opens the door and walks into his apartment. I see Gavroche seated on the couch, looking intently at the door.

"Who the hell was that?" Gavroche says.

"Okay, two things: one, who taught you that language? Wait, never mind. It's probably Grantaire. Two, that was my wonderful mother." I roll my eyes once more.

"Okay. Enjolras, this is a nice house!" Gavroche says, immediately becoming chipper again.

Enjolras chuckles. "Why, thank you Gavroche." He says, walking further into the house. "I only have two rooms. One is for Gavroche while one is for you. I'll sleep on the couch," he says to me.

"No, no, no. I'll sleep on the couch; you'll sleep in your bed." Enjolras shakes his head and leads Gavroche to his room. Gav looks like he's about to fall asleep right in the middle of the wooden floor. I walk after them. Gav's all tucked in his bed, almost half-asleep already. I lean over him and give him a kiss on the forehead. Enjolras and I walk out, closing the door behind him.

"You are going to sleep in a bed. No buts." I try to walk towards the living room where the couch is, but Enjolras's arm encircles my waist, pulling me back. He kisses the side of my neck and starts to lead me towards his bedroom. I see a closet, a bathroom, a bed, and a desk. The desk is covered with scraps of paper. I open the closet, looking for a shirt to change out of. I see around 5 red jackets just like the one he has on. I finally find a white shirt that looks more like a dress on me. I walk into the bathroom and shut the door. I change out of my dress and into the shirt. I walk out and see Enjolras cleaning up his desk. He turns and his eyes grow wide. He stutters multiple times while I laugh.

"Thank you. For taking in Gavroche and me."

"I would do it again, mon amour." He kisses my forehead and leaves the room. I get into the bed and pull up the covers. What do you know, the sheets are red! It's a miracle. I drift off to sleep while breathing in Enjolras's scent of cinnamon and gunpowder.

Author's Note: This chapter is very short, but I just wanted this to happen because Javert is going to be some trouble for Enjolras and Adaline. If you could save one person from death out of these three, who would it be?

1. Enjolras

2. Gavroche

3. Eponine

I'm sorry, Enjolras and Eponine, but I'm saving Gavroche. He's only 11 or 12!!!! Vive la France!!

           -GryffindorPadmeEaton