A/N:

So, finally I do dare. I come bearing a fiction in this fandom, a fiction that has been jumbling around for quite some time, but now, finally I believe that it is leading me somewhere.

Therefore I come to share it with you.

It's probably the first time, that I am actually trying to change canon, something I've shied away from before, and so I feel a bit uncertain about this whole idea, and I would appreciate a word now and then, if it's good, if it's bad, if it's even readable…

As to the inspiration, it is probably not coming so much from the new movie currently showing in the theaters, but more from the 2000 French movie, but with a wild mixture of bookverse and musicalverse thrown in – I am not sure I will be able to sort all the references I have. I will try not to mess up story or historical background too much, but you never know…

I am giving you fair warning – knowing myself the story will not be a too short affair. I strongly lean towards longer stories, and the rough plotline that I have at the point that I am writing this is certainly going to spread out over some range.

The starting point is, of course, a what-if. That what-if was mainly inspired by a scene from the 2000 movie, where, after Javert is captured at the barricade, Enjolras takes a booklet from him, leafing through it, realizing: "Our names, the places we live, the places we frequent, even the women we sleep with. It's all there."

So - question: If it was all there, why do no one ever act upon it, before the hammer fell?

And this is the spin, that will set the wheel rolling in a slightly different direction - or so I hope.

By way of my personal tradition, I am starting with two chapters – one being a short prologue, and the next one entering into the story, so that you may quickly have an idea of where I am going for.

I appreciate your reviews or thoughts, criticism and praise (both constructive, of course, but that goes without saying…), and they will certainly fuel my writer's ambition, that is for sure.

So… welcome to the ride.

Spirit

Disclaimer: Most of this was never mine to use. I'll try to give it back unharmed….

Prologue: The city of glass

I have dreamt of a city, a city of glass

In the darkest of hours before morning

Of the beauty alluring and danger about

That then shifted from glory to warning

I have dreamt of a city, a city of glass

Where your wishes appear brightly clear

For the glass is deceiving the eye and the mind

And it shows, what is faraway, near

I have dreamt of a city, a city of glass

Seen the shards lying amidst the beauty

And I've seen how it cut, and then I understood

That the soul is the cruel glasses booty

I have dreamt of a city, a city of glass

And I've feared to speak, lest it shatters

And I've feared to whisper, lest dragons still sleep

And I've feared to do that, which matters

I have dreamt of a city, a city of glass

I have dreamt of a friendship eternal

That first saw glass and shards and then dreamt of the sky

Of the perishing of the infernal

I have dreamt of a city, a city of glass

That once beautiful was in its splendor

That's beautiful now only to those who do not

Miss love, not miss truth, not miss candor

I have dreamt of a city, a city of glass

I have wished all its walls torn asunder

Wished the walls gone away, that invisible, still

Are a prison that will fall in thunder

Jean Prouvaire, winter 1931