A/N: Welcome to the long awaited sequel of Taco of Love! Katlyn and I had a brain blast when coming up with the idea, and we hope you enjoy this as much as you enjoyed the first story!

-Paige


Christophe knew that lion. It was the infamous Thenardier family lion, a lion that prowled about with Montparnasse in the alleys of Paris and attacked innocents in hopes of stealing their money. But Eponine was a Thenardier- what was it doing attacking her?

He watched the scene unfold, ducking behind his car. The lion leaped toward her, grasping at her with its claws and roaring in her face. He was about to run out to her when a sleazy looking character sidled toward the lion and leaped onto its back.

"Okay, Helga, that's enough for now," he assured the lion. It was Montparnasse himself.

The pair lolloped off in the opposite direction, leaving a bloody mess of Eponine and a very confused Christophe.

The aforementioned confused Christophe rushed toward Eponine. She was a mess, with scratch marks on her chest and arms, and bite marks on her face. "Christ, Eponine. I-I'll... um... hospital... yeah... Combeferre-"

He picked Eponine up and dumped her in the backseat of his car, speeding off to the Cafe Musain, where he knew his friends, and most importantly, Combeferre and Joly, would be. They would know whether to take her to the hospital or not, though surely being mauled by a lion constituted a visit to the ER.

Christophe parked in front of the cafe, not entirely caring where he left the car, and rushed inside. Combeferre turned and grinned, but noticing the blood on his shirt and the grave look on his face, the grin melted away. "What's the matter, Enjolras?"

"Eponine," he said hurriedly. "Got mauled. Lion. Montparnasse."

"Shit," Combeferre muttered, rushing out of the cafe. "To the hospital, stat."

But the rest of the group had overheard the news, and were hurrying out after them.

Courfeyrac's worried voice piped over the murmurs from the rest of the group. "Is she alright?"

"Barely, and for god knows how long."

Before anyone could start for the hospital, a white light enveloped the entire street, nearly blinding the boys. Christophe lunged for his car, pulling Eponine out of the backseat and opting to carry her. "Come on, we have to-"

It was too late. The light had died down, and in Paris' place was a foreign desert.


Joe's Pub was bursting with activity that particular afternoon, and Jane was busy serving up burgers and beers to the hungry customers. Suddenly a pack of boys and a strange bloody girl ran through the door, scaring the daylights out of poor Jane and causing her to throw the beer she was holding into the air, sending it crashing on the floor, which then caused another waiter to slip and fall, tossing a burger and fries into Bossuet's face.

"C-can I help you?" Jane stuttered, going pale as the boy holding the bloody girl stepped forward. "Um-"

"Where are we, exactly, madame?"

She blinked. "Gilbert, Arizona, hun." Was this poor boy deranged? How did he not know where he was?

One of the other boys had taken much interest in a Starfleet recruit poster they'd recently put up at the entrance. "Uh, yeah... what year is it, too?"

It was official. These boys were most certainly deranged. She made a mental note to call a local mental hospital once they'd sat down. "Stardate 2327.8, to be exact."

The boy's jaw dropped, and the entire group shared confused and shocked glances, as mutters about impossibilities and Star Trek came about.

"Do you kids want anything to eat?" she asked, secretly meaning to call a hospital and ensure their mental safety.

"No thanks, madame, we need to save our friend."

With that, the strange boys were gone, leaving a highly concerned Jane. "Must be a prank," she murmured to herself. "It must be some kind of prank."


Courfeyrac spun around the streets, spouting nonsense about Starfleet and space, the final frontier. "This is going to be fantastic! We can all go to Starfleet, and work on the same ship, and explore space together, and it'll be great!"

"Our first concern is Eponine," Combeferre muttered, stopping to rest. "She's still got a pulse, but she's lost a lot of blood. We need to get her medical help."

"That's what we've got Booooooones for!" Courfeyrac insisted. "Come on, let's transport to Starfleet!"

Christophe paused. "Courfeyrac, your phone has a built in GPS, right?"

"Yeah," he said with a nod. "You all would know- you use it to track me down all the time!"

Bahorel scoffed, punching his arm lightly. "Not our fault you get into trouble so much, Mr. Prankster."

"Oh, and you're one to talk-"

"Guys," Christophe interrupted. "Seriously. Courf, give me your phone. We'll leave it with Eponine, get her to the hospital, and then go off to Starfleet. That way she can still contact us and we'll know where she is at all times."

Courfeyrac walked over and shoved his phone in Eponine's pocket. "Alright, now let's get our space on!"

Within the hour the boys had located a hospital and admitted Eponine to the ER. "She'll be out soon," Combeferre had quipped. "Future technology is much more efficient."

But Courfeyrac was far too impatient for this shit. In no time he had dragged the entire group to a Starfleet transport and had forced them all to board the next ship to the academy.

Christophe couldn't stop thinking about Eponine.


The doctors were just as impatient as Courfeyrac was. Eponine was a mess, it would take so long to heal her.

Instead of doing anything, they opted to stick her in a cryotube and lock her away with those pesky superhumans Admiral Marcus wanted his hands on so badly.

"She'll heal up in that thing eventually."