The blood that binds us

In which Cosette is Enjolras' half-sister. Enjolras' father and Fantine had one drunken night together, resulting in Fantine becoming pregnant with Enjolras. M. Enjolras takes the baby in and they never see each other again. Years later, Enjolras finds Cosette and Valjean. Summary sucks.

More based on the Musical than the book I guess

Tester chapter to see if I can actually write this shit.

Also, English was not my first language so, I'm sorry :)

21 years ago

The woman dressed in dark coloured rags of purple and red. The young man looked at her and blinked his eyes. "Are you serious?" M. Enjolras stood at his doorstep, his arms crossed over his chest as he stared down at the shivering young woman at his door. Fantine bit her lip, feeling somewhat ashamed. The bundle of cloth that lay in her hands hid a tiny little ball of life. As the winter breeze brushed against her skin, she gripped on tighter to her newly born son. She shuffled around on the spot, her feet leaving prints in the snow at the man's doorstep. "You…you…"

"Monsieur, please, don't send me away without taking your child into consideration." She said, rather timidly. Perhaps it was just the thought of losing her child that scared the life out of her.

M. Enjolras took a step away from the woman in disgust, placing a hand over his mouth and nose. Fantine looked at the man, her eyes filled with a look of sadness and sorrow. "That…thing is not my son. Get that vile creature away from me."

"How could you say such a thing? Your son is beautiful…he has your eyes, Monsieur." Fantine said, choking back a sob as the baby began to awaken from his slumber. The child blinked his eyes and looked up at his mother, confused.

"I…I don't want a son. I don't need a child in my life. Just take the thing to live with you." M. Enjolras said, glancing around the corner, checking no one was listening in on this delicate conversation.

"I can't Monsieur…I haven't got a home for him to live...I have no husband Monsieur. What would they think?" Fantine kissed the child on the forehead. "If I were to stay here, Monsieur, I could care for the child…" M. Enjolras scoffed and rolled his eyes at the woman. Fantine looked down at her feet, feeling insulted.

"Insane…" M. Enjolras stared down at the child that lay in the woman's arms. The baby shivered and tried to hide himself in the blanket that surrounded him. M. Enjolras took another look around the corner and sighed. "Give the thing to me before it catches a cold." Fantine gingerly handed M. Enjolras the baby. The man looked at the child and let out another sigh. "I can't believe this…"

"You will take care of him…won't you Monsieur?" Fantine asked, pulling her shall over her shoulders. M. Enjolras swallowed and blinked his eyes at the baby. He then nodded slightly.

"But you understand…no one can know that this is your child…" Fantine nodded, although she was disgusted by the fact that this man was ashamed to say he had a one night stand with a woman of the lower class.

Fantine gave a small sniff as the winter air made another attempt to freeze her to death. She shook her head and looked down at the bracelet that hung around her wrist. The bracelet had a tiny silver heart hanging from its chain. The heart matched the one on her necklace. She carefully removed the bracelet and handed it to M. Enjolras. "It's for the child, just in case we ever meet again."

…

It was around when Enjolras reached the age of ten that he started questioning his father about who he was…he began to question who his mother was and why she wasn't with him…

The boy stared at the silver bracelet that hung from his wrist. "Why didn't you just marry her?" Enjolras asked, looking out the window of the horse cart. "You're a single man. I don't understand why you couldn't have just married her."

M. Enjolras raised an eyebrow at his son and chuckled slightly. Young Enjolras shot him a confused look. "My boy, there are some people that you and I are not supposed to socialise with. Your mother was one of them."

"What?" Enjolras said, somewhat baffled and slightly disturbed by what his father was saying.

"What I mean is, your mother was of the lower class. You and I can only be around the ones of the higher class citizens. If we were to socialise with those of the lower class, well, that'd just be plain wrong."

Enjolras raised an eyebrow. "That's…pathetic." He said, staring at his father with his ice cold blue eyes. M. Enjolras turned to his son for a moment. "You can't separate people just by how much money they have. It's wrong to segregate the poor from the rich. They're human beings too." There was a moment of silence between the two of them. "Is that why you didn't marry her? Because you thought you couldn't possibly marry a woman of the lower class?" Enjolras asked, disgusted by his own father. M. Enjolras stared at his son, not quite believing what was happening. He never answered that question, but he didn't need to. Enjolras already knew the answer.

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"But I don't want you to go!" Cosette shrieked as her mother placed her down in front of the inn. The young toddler clutched onto Fantine's leg, trying to glue herself to her mother. Fantine pulled the child off of her and hummed.

"It'll be ok, my darling…they will take care of you." Fantine knelt down beside her daughter, who was on the verge of crying. Fantine frowned and gave her daughter a tight bear-hug. Cosette wiped her eyes and sniffed. Fantine then remembered something. She looked down at the little silver necklace that hung around her neck. She smiled at her daughter as she removed it from her neck. "Darling, I want you to take this." She handed the necklace to her little Cosette. "It's very precious to me and I want you to look after it. Can you do that for me sweetie?" Cosette nodded as she placed the necklace in her hands.

"I love you mommy."

"I love you too my darling."

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