Ok so I overlisten to my cast recordings of both Les Miserables and Scarlet Pimpernel and somehow this odd little fic came out of it, I'm kind of surprised no one thought of it before. It'll be more based on the books then then the musicals... actually it'll be more based on the weirdness of my brain. This is definatly AU and I do not own ether Les Miserables or The Scarlet Pimpernel. The Les Miserables characters are based on the UK 25th tour, Pimpy characters don't come into it yet.
Everyone else had left. Grantaire had long since fallen asleep on the table. Marie stood waiting; she couldn't go home until he left. The door gave a small squeak as someone opened it.
"I'm sorry Monsieur but we're closed" She said politely to the tall man who'd just entered.
"Forgive me Citizen. I came to collect him" The man said gesturing towards the drunk. The relief on her face was obvious. The man walked over and shook the drunk until he woke up.
"Apollo I knew you'd come, you always know where I is." Grantaire slurred. "Apollo" cringed at the bizarre sentence and pulled the drunk to his feet.
"I should by now. Come on lets get you home". He became a crutch for the staggering drunk and as he passed he gave Marie the money for Grantaire's tab. eventually he managed to get the blundering drunk into the carriage that was waiting. Ten minutes later they arrived back at the apartment they lived in.
"Try and sleep this off." Was all the man said as they stumbled through the door.
"Monsieur Enjolras you're back." Their neighbour said who'd been waiting on the sofa.
"Yes, thank you citizen. I hope this covers the cost" Enjolras said paying the woman.
"It'll do." The woman said before leaving.
"I like her not" Grantaire slurred from the sofa.
"Yes well what choice do I have?" Enjolras replied.
"And after your bloody revolution? Then what?"
"Papa?" Enjolras turned to see a young girl standing in the doorway. She was only three. He glared over to Grantaire before giving the young girl a hug.
"Margot what are you doing out of bed? It's far too late for you to still be awake." He asked gently.
"I couldn't sleep. That woman scares me." The young girl whispered. She was tired. Enjolras smiled gently and picked her up and took her back into the room. A few minutes later he returned and slumped into a chair.
"You didn't answer my question." Grantaire reminded him, he mst be less drunk then ether Enjolras had first thought.
"Oh?"
"What will happen to Margot after this barricade?"
"I'm sure she'll settle in England".
"What? England. How can you even think that, you must be quite mad." Graintaire exploded angrily.
"Not at all. It makes sense doesn't it?" Enjolras said still talking in the same monotone he'd been using all day.
"Did you forget what happened?"
"How can I? I may be younger then you but I don't cloud my mind with drink. I know they aren't our favourite people but I have to do what's best for my daughter after I'm nothing more then dust." Enjolras snapped. The thought of leaving his daughter behind was killing him. He'd almost have given up the barricade for her but he couldn't. Too many mothers and fathers lost their children because of poverty and too many children lost their parents too. At least he knew she would always be safe. Even if it was with them.
"What about her mother?" Ok so maybe Grantaire was as drunk as Enjolras first thought. He shook his head and said in a voice no more then a whisper
"If I knew that she'd be here with me."
