Joly Fan Fiction Part Three

Part Three

The Simple Medical Student That Turned Into A Fighting Revolutionist 

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Joly sat near the front of the room where his fearless revolution leader, Enjolras was standing. A man called Combeferre and another named Courfeyrac stood on both sides of Enjolras. Beside Joly, sat his good friend Jehan, and another close friend called Lesgles. They had formed a group called the Les Amis de l'ABC, otherwise known was Friends of the ABC, was a secret group of students planning a revolution. They met secretly in the back of the Cafe Musain. More of the main members were Feuilly, Bahorel and Graintaire.
"The time is near, gentleman! It's so near it's stirring the blood in their veins, and yet beware," Enjolras turned to face Grantaire who was basically drowning himself in his bottle of wine. "Don't let the wine go to your brains!" Grantaire looked at his hero for a moment, before tilting his bottle back for anther long swig.
"Lamarque is ill and fading quite fast! People say he won't live another week! He's the only one who has ever cared for us! Now he is dying! The people too, must rise! What greater thing is there than to be free?" Combeferre demanded. A young man who stood in the corner, Joly knew him as Marius Pontmercy. Marius was their newest member, and lately he had always been somehow distracted. 
"Marius, wake up! What's wrong today? You as if you've seen a ghost!" Joly proclaimed, as he caught everyone's attention. Everyone but Enjolras, Combeferre, and Courfeyrac. Grantaire handed Marius a cup of wine, as Marius replied, "A ghost you say? A ghost maybe! She was just like a ghost to me. One minute there, then she was gone!" Everyone finally knew what was distracting the newest member of the Friends of the ABC. 
"I am agog, I am aghast! Is Marius in love at last? I've never heard him ooh and ah!" Grantaire teased, drunkly. 
"Have we not all decided who we are? We are not fighting for the rights to a night at the opera, are we now, gentlemen?" Enjolras' words cut into everyone's thoughts. 
"Do we not all realize the colors of this cruel world are changing day by day?" Combeferre joined in. 
"Red, the blood of an angry men! Black the dark of ages past! Red, a world about to dawn! Black, the night that ends at last!" Enjolras took over. They went through these lines until they were sure that it had finally sunk into Marius' thick skull. Joly then turned to Eponine Thenardier. She stood in the opposite corner, her chemise falling off her shoulders, as she watched Marius who didn't even turn an eye for her. Suddenly Gavroche the street urchin burst through the doors.
"General Lamarque is dead!" he declared, sadly. Silence rose through the room as all of the chatter immediately stopped. 
"When is the funeral?" Enjolras demanded. 
"June 5th to my knowledge." Gavroche replied, as he took a seat near the front.
"Lamarque's death is the hour of fate! The man who speaks for the people! This is the sign that we await!" Enjolras' voice boomed. "On his funeral day they will honor his name! With the light of rebellion ablaze in their eyes! We shall build the barricade on the tomb of Lamarque! Gentlemen, the time is here! Let us welcome it gladly with courage and cheer!"
"Let us take to the street with no doubt in our hearts!" a student yelled.
"With a jubilant shout they will come one and all!"
"They will come when we call!"
The minute the meeting ended, most of the people there disappeared quickly. Marius and Eponine one of the very first. Enjolras, Combeferre, Courfeyrac, Joly, Jehan, Feuilly, Bahorel, Lesgles, and Gavroche stayed late. 
"Why is Marius so distracted? We are planning a revolution!" Enjolras sat down, irritatedly. 
"This girl, he's met. As much as we need supporters, we do not need him. Not if he won't think a single thought about the revolution without thoughts of this girl clouding in." Combeferre slid on his coat. Not long after, Enjolras, Combeferre and Gavroche left the Cafe Musain. 
"So, now that Ejolras is not here, let us talk about something always on our minds. The ladies of course!" Courfeyrac uncorked a new bottle of wine. He passed one to Joly and Jehan while he was at it. 
"Mine is a beauty. Such a literary girl. With little hands and feet, and a cruel impatience. I am wild about this girl, Musichetta!" Joly spoke first. Lesgles looked up and replied, "Musichetta, you say? Why, I have a mistress with that name, also. Such beautiful ginger locks and green eyes." 
"Why, my mistress is the same as yours." 
"Well, you must have met her first. I just met her a month ago. I-I- suppose you may have her. There are plenty of ladies to have." Lesgles replied, slightly glumly.
"Ah, my good fellow, why must I be greedy? We share an apartment, books, many other things. Musichetta is just another to add our list. Now she is ours. Not mine, not yours, ours." Lesgles looked satisfied, as he clinked bottles with Joly and they drank. 
With that, the men finished their bottles of wine, before heading home. 

On his way back, Joly stopped by Musichetta's home. He went to the back of the house and eyed each window. He knew not the window that was Musichetta's. One pebble to the wrong window and Joly could be done for. He was already seeing his beautiful love forbiddingly. What if they thought he was trying to break their window to get in? Monsieur André would be furious and turn Joly into the authorities. But two windows stood out. The ones with long flowing drapes. But which on was Musichetta's? Suddenly, a candle was lit and it illuminated the window. The slender shape of a woman was seen through the light drapes. The windows opened suddenly, as Joly hid behind a bush. Musichetta leaned on the window sill, her long soft locks draped down her back and the front of her. 
"Musichetta, my dear!" Joly whispered, as he came out of his hiding place. The young woman's face lit up, as she called, "Joly!" With his arm cocked back, Joly threw a rose up to his love. Smelling the rose, Musichetta, smiled and blew a kiss to the man below. 
"Come away with me!" the man called.
"Forever?"
"No, just for a while. I shan't keep you from a night's slumber." 
"How must I come down? I am not the daintiest person to go down the stairs. Mother or Papa will surely know." 
"Jump to me, Madame. I shall catch you!" Joly held out his arms. Musichetta gathered her dressing robe around her, before she willingly jumped out of her window. The young lovers quickly ran off to the field of wildflowers where Joly had met Jehan two years back. 
"The stars are lovely this evening." murmured Musichetta, as she leaned against Joly chest, as his arms came around her. 
"You mean the diamonds that your eyes shine like, of course!" Joly turned to look at Musichetta's beautiful eyes. She simply smiled and snuggled a little closer against Joly. They sat there for a spell, before Joly spoke again.
"Revolution is upon us, my darling. We may never see each other again." He felt Musichetta start to shake with sobs, as she wailed, "I may never see you again! My poor, sweet Joly, how can this happen to us? Must an unfair king take everything away from us? I do not understand! I do not understand!" Joly tried his best to comfort her, as he replied, "I may return, but promise me that you will marry and have a family if you wish. You mustn't not marry because of me. Promise me, Musichetta, promise me!" 
"I promise you, my love." Musichetta repeated, as she hiccuped. After a few more minutes of comforting Musichetta, Joly took her home. He helped her up to her bedroom and then left. 


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