Finally, it's done! This is literally the longest thing I've ever written IN MY LIFE. I honestly nearly stopped at five chapters, until I broke it down and added details. I would like to say thank you all for supporting me over these endless weeks of writing. I honestly got excited at ONE review. I never dreamed that I'd get more than 50! I am planning a sequel, but it may have to wait as I'm a bit busy. So... for the last time-

I don't own Les Miserables, musical or book. I do not own the lyrics or characters either. :)

Javert pulled on a white shirt, his hands shaking. He paused as he noticed his pinkish scar on his left rib, the memory of a year ago pouring back. He smiled on the thought that they were certain he would not make it to see this day yet here he was, a white shirt and black trousers, polished shoes and a black jacket lay on the bed along with a cravat. Pulling the shirt fully over himself and tucking it in his trousers, Javert wrapped the cravat around the back of his neck and fumbled with it until he sighed and gave up.

"Papa?"

Javert turned to see Eponine, his eyes widening. She looked beautiful, her feminine curves flattered by the ivory dress that clung to her slender waist, pulled tight with the silver buckle around it. She pulled up the low shoulder cover self-consciously, though it slipped down as it was supposed to. Lifting a ruffled, puffed up sleeve, she adjusted the white roses in her bun at the back of her neck, interfering with the veil that dropped down to the floor.

"Eponine, you look…well…uhh." He struggled for the right word as a smile stretched onto Eponine's red lips. Javert blushed slightly and went back to trying to tie the cravat. He cursed as it became tangled for the fifth time.

"Come here." Eponine stepped forward and grabbed hold of the cravat and tied it with her nimble little fingers. Javert grabbed hold of her hands as she finished and she looked up at him lovingly.

"I'm nervous," Javert gave a weak smile as Eponine laughed.

"You're nervous? I'm the one who is getting married!"

"I know, but you're my little girl. Do you realise how hard it is to let you go after ten years of looking after you? I'm scared that he won't look after you. You know how long it took me to at least agree with him,"

"Papa, I promise Marius will do nothing to harm me. He loves me."

"Well, if he does do anything to hurt you, I'll kick his bony backside from here to Peru."

Eponine smiled and reached up to kiss his cheek. They held each other for a few minutes until Javert broke away to put on his jacket. He turned and smiled at Eponine before holding out his arm. She smiled back and took it and they walked outside, to the carriage, in silence. As the carriage rattled along the stony path, Eponine reached out and grabbed Javert's hand. Her father clasped it tightly and squeezed it every five minutes, and she would return a squeeze, as if they were talking to each other. Although she loved Marius more than words could say, Eponine sort of wished that the carriage would keep going forever, never reaching the church.

Eponine inhaled sharply as the carriage door opened, not feeling as brave as she once did. Javert stepped out first and helped Eponine out of the carriage, her knees wobbling as she stepped onto the ground. Instantly gripping Javert's arm Eponine and her father walked slowly to the church doors.

"Are you ready?" Javert looked at Eponine's pale face.

"No." She gripped Javert's arm harder, so that her nails dug into his arm.

"No one's ever ready, Eponine. Come on." He smiled and pushed open the door, pulling Eponine slightly into the church. She stumbled at first but straitened when she saw Marius turn to look at her. Javert noticed how his eyes shone with love as he laid eyes on her walking towards him. Javert looked at the bride herself and she smiled at her husband-to-be. Her grip seemed to ease as they became closer. She started to walk ahead of him slightly. Javert gave a weak smile as they turned to face each other. Javert kissed her on the cheek, squeezed her hand and nodded as tears filled Eponine's eyes. Javert wiped them away before letting go of her soft hand and stepping to the side.

She was never mine to keep.

"We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of the two houses Pontmercy and Javert…"

She is youthful, she is free

"…and do you, Eponine Javert, take Marius Pontmercy to be your lawful wedded husband. To have and to hold from this day forward; for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?

Love is the garden of the young.

"I do."

Let it be... let it be...

"I now pronounce you man and wife"

A heart full of love

They smiled as the guests cheered and they kissed with relief that it was over. Marius' heart sank a little when he remembered that there was no Enjolras to nod at him, no Joly to laugh at him, no Courfeyrac to pat him on the back, no Grantaire to get drunk at the after party, not even Gavroche to steal from the unsuspecting guests. But he thought of what the future would wait for him with Eponine. The ghosts of the past were gone, and Eponine was there, so that is what he must concentrate on. He leant down and they kissed again as the spectators clapped loudly. Javert looked proudly at his daughter, praying to God that he had made the right decision to let him marry his one reason for living. There was no doubt though, as Javert looked at Eponine's face, beaming with joy and happiness, a smile that Javert had never seen her wear.

This I give you on this day.