A.N. Please be patient, this is my first time and I have no idea what I am doing. This story is basically movie based with some parts from the book as well. If this works and people are actually reading this, please review with any suggestions.

Chapter One: Outings

Point of view: Grantaire

Apollo had just stricken the spy with his own club when we heard the National Guard marching towards out barricade. Judging by Apollo's expression, my predictions were correct, we are unprepared for this battle.

As the cynic, I should be thrilled that I was right throughout all of those meetings. But how can I be proud of myself when it means that all of my friends will die? Combeferre, Courfeyrac, Bahorel, Jehan, Joly, Bossuet, Marius, Derek, maybe even that lovable little gamin Gavroche. And of course Enjolras, my Apollo…

Said Apollo passes me rope and tells me to tie up the spy, Javert. As he is rushing out to his barricade, he pauses once more and tells little Gavroche to help me with the spy. Apparently, my Marble Man feels that a drunkard and a 12 year old gamin can handle tying up an unconscious police spy. Clearly this is his way of keeping the child safe while letting him be useful. As for me, he just wants me to stay the hell away from his precious barricade.

After we tie up Javert, Gavroche runs out to fight like the big boys. As for myself, I make my way over to the short boy in baggy clothing who I had seen giving Marius his musket. From where I stood behind him, I could tell he was watching Marius take his place on the barricade.

I lean in close to the boy's ear and whisper, "Hello, Eponine."

As I expected, the young man (or shall I say the young woman) whipped around in shock, staring at me with the horrified brown eyes of the beautiful girl I have seen at so many rallies. As I am half-drunk already, I cannot remember where I heard the name, but judging by her response, that is indeed her name.

"How did you know, Monsieur?" she asked in a soft voice.

"First, Mademoiselle, I am no Monsieur. I am only Grantaire, or R," I replied, enjoying my distraction from the inevitable battle about to begin. "Second, I have seen you at enough rallies, looking at Marius with the same expression you had just a few moments ago."

The girl looked away for a moment before replying. " My family lives in the apartment next to Marius. I have known him for almost a year. He will never see me as more than a friend. Especially now that he has fallen in love with Cosette."

Making sure that nobody was looking, I put my hand on her shoulder. "Maybe you should tell him, Eponine. What do you have to lose? I highly doubt any of us will survive."

The girl winced at my harsh, cynical words, but nodded and locked her brown eyes on my blood-shot green ones. "And you should tell the leader."

A chill runs down my spine. Glancing over at Apollo, who has taken his place with his musket aimed at the Guard, I lean in closer to Eponine. "What?"

"The leader, I believe he is called Enjolras. You should tell him," She paused there as we heard the marching finally stop and commands being given on both sides of the barricade. Glancing around and checking that Javert was still unconscious, she continued. "You look at him the way I look at Marius. You love him."

I feel the blood drain from my face at her words. Was it that obvious? Do any of the amis know? Does Apollo? Surely none of them know or they would have tossed me out on my drunken arse. Still, Eponine has confessed to me, so I nod, silently confessing my secret for the first time.

She gave me a smile. "I don't care, but you should say something."

"So should you," I reply, glancing at the barricade, which has grown silent, signifying that all hell was about to break lose.

Eponine must sense it as well. "You are right. The barricade will fall in the next day or so. We should tell the guys beforehand." I must have given her a strange look because she quickly clarified, "Marius and Enjolras."

I smiled before downing my bottle of Absinthe. "Before the barricade falls." I confirm. I then pat her on the shoulder before we head out to join our men.