The Meaning of Life: a Les Mis/H2G2/Doctor Who fic

Yes. I have written a fic that is a crossover of Les Mis, Hitchhiker’s Guide, and Doctor Who.

Wordcount: 372

Warnings: There is alcohol in this story. Because it involves Grantaire. No one’s explicitly drunk, though.

Summary: Grantaire, Enjolras, the Doctor (I’m imagining the Tenth but it could be any), Arthur Dent, and Ford Prefect discuss the meaning of life. They’re not terribly good at it.

“So,” said Grantaire as he opened a bottle of wine for everyone at the table, “what do you think the meaning of life is?”
“Hmm, meaning of life?” said the Doctor, taking the bottle, looking at it, and setting it back in favor of the teapot present as an alternative to the wine.
“Do you have an interest in philosophy now?” said Enjolras. It heartened him to hear that his fellow revolutionary might be expressing an interest in something that wasn’t alcohol.
“That,” Arthur Dent said as he poured himself a cup of tea, “is a subject I’ve been exposed to far too many times for me to take it seriously anymore.”
Ford Prefect, sitting between Arthur and Grantaire, took the wine bottle and poured himself a glass. “Well, Arthur and I found out that the answer to life, the universe, and everything, is 42.”
“And the solution to everything is tea!” the Doctor said cheerfully, taking a sip of said beverage.
“You know, I quite agree with you on that matter,” Arthur said. He and the Doctor clinked their teacups together as a nonverbal toast to the virtues of tea.
Grantaire mulled these thoughts over. “Hmm…” The bottle, now resting by Ford’s shoulder, caught his eye. Picking it up, he said, “I always imagined it was something like ‘drink more alcohol’.”
Ford raised his glass and showed one of his typical grins. “I’ll drink to that.”
With no particular sort of warning, Grantaire burst into a rousing chorus of something that sounded like “Drink With Me”. Ford, despite the fact that he didn’t know the song, enthusiastically blundered his way through the tune along with Grantaire.
Enjolras, having had more than enough of this drunken spectacle, leapt from his chair, yelling, “Grantaire – and Ford – that’s enough!”
Everyone fell silent. People had a habit of falling silent when Enjolras had something to say.
“The meaning, solution, and answer,” he said, “is not any of these frivolities you have suggested. It is the revolution!”
With that, Enjolras left the table and departed the room altogether.
“Well, that’s Enjolras for you.” Grantaire broke the silence. “Always boils everything down to politics.” He looked to the bottle, resting peacefully on the table. “More wine, anyone?”