Secrets

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own anything from Les Miserables that belongs to Victor Hugo and the everything about the musical belongs to Cameron Mackintosh (the director of the musical), Alain Boublil, Claude-Michel Schönburg (for the music), and Herbert Kretzmer (for the lyrics). Also the Enjolras I image looks more like the actor Michael Maguire (short dark brown hair and pale blue eyes). So you know, I have changed Enjolras' name in this story; well his first name that is. Also I have not been writing because I had lost my editor and until just recently I finally found a friend who is willing to help me out. Please be patient and I will get everything updated and finished! Also based on the book Enjolras was born roughly 1810 and Cosette was given to the Thénardier's around 1818. Knowing this I am going to continue with my original story idea. However; one last point if you have any issues with a change in some major story changes to Les Misérables pertaining to Javert and slightly Enjolras. This is one of those that does things that those who as I read a review somewhere "withhold their judgment" because they don't like AU unless its done "correctly". STOP READING, you won't like it. This story is for enjoyment purposed only. Thank you!

~Secrets~

Prologue

A young woman, with beautiful, long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, dashes through the dark streets splashing through occasional puddles. She holds tightly to a bundle in her arms, continuing to dash through the light rain. Finally she reaches a large house; she stops running and knocks on the heavy, thick, expensive doors.

The door opens and a woman with dark brown hair and bright green eyes opens the door. The woman is quite beautiful and pleasing to the eye. The small diminutive blonde woman looks up at the brunette.

Voice shaking, holding back her tears she begs, "Please keep your promise Christine."

"Of course I will, my dear." The woman replies warmly.

The blonde reaches peels the blanket aside to reveal a baby's face. The baby sleeps peacefully even through the running. The blonde kisses the baby's soft, smooth cheek and whispers.

"No matter what I will always love you, my little one."

The blonde looks back up at Christine and Christine smiles at her friend.

"Is there a name I should call him?"

"Please call him Michel."

"Very well, my dear."

The blonde hands Christine the child, Christine takes him and hold him tight. The blonde leaves in a hurry back to where she came from. Christine looks down at the baby and just as her eyes meet his he wakes up. His blue eyes shine back her, he smiles, and she smiles in response. She tears her eyes away from him, walks inside, shuts and locks the door behind her.

As she sits on the large sofa a handsome man walks into the room. When he sees his wife he walks up to the child and her.

"I see she came." He speaks kindly.

"Yes, my darling she did." Christine replies, looking down at the child.

The husband can't help but to look at the baby now dozing back to sleep.

"What's the name of this fine boy?"

"He is to be known as Michel Enjolras and no other name. It was Fantine's final request."

"It's a fine name for a fine boy." He smiles. "Christine, come to bed when you are ready."

He kisses her on the cheek and then disappears upstairs. She looks down at the child and stands.

"Michel Enjolras welcome to your home."

Christine walks up the stairs and into a nursery, which has been lovingly prepared for the baby. She places the sleeping child into the crib and walks out of the room and into her own room. She gets ready for bed and falls asleep just as her head hits the soft pillow.

Please REVIEW! This is my first story so please no flames.

-Enjolras Lover-