Summary: Grantaire and Enjolras get in a fight, and the drunkard runs off, Courfeyrac and Jehan running after him. After their friends get onto Enjolras, he runs after his best friend, ashamed and concerned. All four of the boys are captured by guards, and some of the guards were Grantaire's childhood bullies, whom Enjolras eventually saved him in a near-death crisis. Grantaire gets the guard to let the others go, leaving him behind. The others some up with a plan to get him back. Will he make it out of there alive? Will the other Amis be able to break him free in time?

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Les Miz, sadly.

Chapter One: The Fight

(Musain)

The boys in the back room were preparing for the upcoming revolution, and Enjolras had pretty much had it with Grantaire's drinking. He thought as he glared at his best drunk friend, He's gonna make himself really sick one of these days. Grantaire, without looking at him, said as he took another swig of wine, "Take a picture, Enj. It'll last longer."

"I can't help it, 'Taire. You keep drinking away your life, and there's nothing I can do about it."

"Well, then, just let me drink away my life. It'll probably end soon, anyway."

All of the other Amis students, who had been listening to the whole conversation, looked at the boy at the last comment. Enjolras sighed, and said, "Grantaire, you're not going to die."

"How do you know that?"

"Because, we're going to win."

"Is that supposed to reassure me?"

"No, it's to try to get you to think positive. But, how can you, when you've got that poison with, and in, you all the time?"

Grantaire slammed the bottle on the table, making everyone else jump, and he said, "Enjolras, let me do what I want with my life!"

He stood up, and started to walk away, but Enjolras jumped up, grabbing his arm. As he held onto his arm, he said, "Where are you going?"

"To clear my head."

"And, how are you going to do that? You've been drinking all day, since seven this morning. It's 6:35, now. That much Brandy, and wine, could kill you!"

Grantaire whirled around, and shouted as he jerked his arm out of Enjolras' grasp, "Then let it!"

Before he knew what he was doing, Enjolras smacked him across the face, causing everyone, including themselves, to gasp, as Grantaire staggered back, holding his cheek. Courfeyrac shouted as Grantaire, one of his best friends, turned, and ran out, "'Taire, wait!"

He ran out after him, and the others looked at Enjolras, who seemed to be in shock, mouth wide open. Jehan, the groups little poet, and both of the best friends' "little brother", glared at him, and said, "What the heck was that for, Enjolras?"

He didn't give him a chance to answer, he just ran out, calling for his "big brother". (AN: From now on, when I refer to Grantaire, Enjolras or Jehan as "little brother", or "big brother", I won't put quotation marks ("").) Marius asked, "Why'd you do that?"

Enjolras stuttered, "I-I don't kn-know, it just happened! I didn't m-mean to, he just made me mad! He doesn't care if he lives or dies!"

Combeferre said, "So, you yell at him, and hit him?"

Enjolras looked at his hand, and said, "What have I done?"

He looked up when Joly said, "You may have just ruined the relationship with your best friend…you brother."

"I have to try to fix this."

Gavroche yelled, "Well, go on, Enj!"

Enjolras nodded, and ran out, thinking, Oh, 'Taire, forgive me!

Sorry it was so short! The next one will be longer. :) Review please!