Author's Note: Hey readers this is my first fanfic so yeah. I have ALWAYS been a supporter of Enjolras/Éponine so this will eventually turn out that way... I have read the book/watched the broadway show/watched the movie and I imagine Aaron Tveit as Enjolras (but with blue eyes!) and Samantha Barks as Éponine (I know both from the movie but I liked Samantha before she was on the big screen as Éponine...in the 25th anniversary she was AMAZING). So there. I will add more chapters...

Enjolras' pov.

"Who's there?!" the head of the French National Guard asked, as if he didn't know. All was eerily still, the calm before the storm.

I scaled the barricade quickly, my right hand holding our bright red flag. "French Revolution!" I cried, feeling no fear at all at the sight of hundreds of guns pointed in my direction. Bravery or adrenaline, I don't know.

The leader, who had, presumably, already told his men to ready their guns, shouted "FIRE!" with absolutely no hesitation. A hail of bullets flew our way. Several holes were violently ripped in the flag and splintering was clearly audible within the barricade structure, but no one was hit. The leader, through the smoke following the shots, told his men to advance. They came rushing at us.

"Steady," I told my friends, "wait until they come a little closer…shoot!" Reports rang all around me, and several National Guards fell. Answering shots followed, and I propped the flag up, pulled out my pistol, and backed down several steps. As the first National Guards began to scale the barricade (which was not more than seven feet high), Combeferre on my right came up to me.

"Courfyerfac and I were just checking our supplies. We have plenty of ammunition, but the rain last night wet more than half the powder. I would say we have enough for thirty shots for each man."

I shot a soldier off the barricade and looked at Combeferre. "We'll make do."

In the confusion, I lost sight of him and continued to fight. I slew several of them before they began to pour into the barricade three at a time. Around me, my friends fought valiantly, but it was a losing battle. We needed help, but it did not arrive.

About five minutes later, the leader of the National Guard commanded temporary retreat for his men. He yelled up at us, "Look, you fools! The people of Paris sleep in their beds! They will not come! Why do you throw your lives away? Give up; you have no chance at all!"

I looked around at my friends, mon amis de l'ABC. No one looked remotely interested at giving up. I called in return, "So? Others will come once we have fallen. Let us make our enemy bleed while we can! You will pay through the nose; you will pay for every man! And the people shall continue to fight until the earth is free!"

My words inspired cheering from the barricade. They started chanting, "make them pay," and I felt my blood stirring with pride for my friends and my country.

Suddenly, Pontmercy cried out. I looked at him; he had not been shot. He was kneeling by a gamine, some girl off the street. She held out something to him. I started to walk over as my friends continued to chant. The girl was shaking, and I saw something dark and wet staining her tattered dress. Blood. She whispered something to Pontmercy and he nodded and kissed her forehead. He looked up at me.

"Her name was Éponine," he said, "and though her life was dark, she was unafraid. She brought me a letter to from my beloved, and was shot. I think…I think she saved me."

I nodded. She was the first to fall, but undoubtedly would not be the last, on this barricade. I stooped and picked the dead girl up, to bring her inside the café. As I did so, I felt her chest weakly rising and falling, and blood was still gently pumping out. Nearly imperceptible, but there. "Joly!" I cried, for others had gathered around while this was going on, "She's not dead! Make use for once of your medical expertice and do whaat you can." Then I left, knowing that if the strange girl could be saved, she would be.