Hello everyone. So this is Niamh's story From Russia With Love. I will be posting the chapters and finishing the story with her notes and my own ideas! So, a bit about me. My name is Georgiana but everyone calls me G and Courf is my favourite out of the barricade boys. I'm also taking over Italia's Two Little Sweet Angels With Dirty Faces fanfic so I'll be posting that. Also if anyone wants to rp Les Mis with me, either pm me or add me on Kik and tell me you're from here. My Kik is GeorgianaScott (although I normally rp as gender swapped Les amis because I'm not too good at writing as a guy). Well that's enough about me! Please R and R.

Love you all

G xxx

TH JUNE 1815

Enjolras looked up to the sun. It was hot for paris but the breeze on the bridge from the Seine was good. It was refreshing. He was going to meet with his group of friends- and Eponine. They had met the street urchin around a year ago, when she was only eleven, and the rest of them twelve.

He went to Notre Dame, he always loved the church. It was the only piece of art he seemed to like. Although early morning, the doors were not yet open, and yet there was a basket next to the door. Curious, Enjolras swept the golden curls out of his eyes and ran up them, knocking on the doors. No answer.

He picked up the basket and decided to take it to the secret entrance to the church that he was small enough to fit through. Then he heard it. Was the basket... Crying?

He shifted the thick woolen blankets to find a very hot, newly born child.

"Oh my Jesus Christ!" He yelled, almost dropping the baby altogether. "Um... What to do? To do..."

He didn't know. Without thinking. His feet took him to the elephant where they all met after discovering it was hollow. It was the amis hide out.

"JOLY! You in here?" Enjolras knew Joly was a fast learner and his father was a doctor and Joly had been working with him since he was about five. He could be a well trained medic now, if he wasn't 13.

The boy in question stared at Enjolras as he climbed inside the belly of the elephant.

"Ey! Whatcha got there Enjy?" Eponine crawled in afterwards. Her hair in its usual tangles.

"Its a..." He took a deep breath as he lost lots whilst running. " A-"

"BABY!" Eponine squealed as she took it out of the blankets. "Cute!"

"Eponine I don't think its well." Enjolras said, noting the baby had stopped crying and its small chest no longer rising.

"Quickly, give her to me." Joly ordered.

"Her?"

"Its a girl." Joly set to work trying to shock the child's heart back into working. "I'd say she's around three hours old."

Joly took a pan full of cold water and full on dunked the baby into it. Upon lifting it out, everyone held their breaths.

Crying.

They all exhaled.

Joly dried the baby and handed her to Eponine who held her expertly. She felt at home with a baby in her arms and had to deal with Gavroche, her younger brother when he was born.

"I was just walking up to Notre Dame and she was laying in a basket." Enjolras explained everything. "No mother to be found."

Marius hopped back into the elephant looking triumphant.

"I found some milk!" Marius handed Eponine the bottle. He touched her hand and her cheeks blushed slightly.

She fed the greedy baby who fell asleep in her arms.

"Where did she come from?" Grantaire said, staring at the girl in her bliss-filled slumber.

"We can't put her back on the streets can we?" Courfeyrac suggested. He was met with several glares. "Forget I said it."

"No, she is a poor defenceless child. No one deserves to be abandoned like that. She could've died." Combeferre said sternly.

"Cafe? Its cooler there." Prouvaire said. So they all went. "And I'm hungry."

"You're always hungry."

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Evening had started to fall and all the amis had done was argue over the baby, who was soundly asleep still.

"Well who's she going to live with?"

"Me!" Enjolras and Eponine both chorused.

"You?" Eponine stood up.

"You live on the streets Eponine!" Enjolras told her as if she didn't know.

"What's that suppose to mean?" She crossed her arms over her chest protectively.

"Stop arguing!" Grantaire told them as the baby fell asleep in his arms. He set her down again in the basket.

"Right, first off, before we start deciding what the hell we're meant to do with her, she needs a name." Combeferre suggested.

"Well, I like Aimee." Enjolras said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"And I like Kate." Eponine mimicked him, taking a step towards him. He looked down at her as they tried to stare each other out.

The amis looked between them like a tennis match. Somehow, Enjolras had the right to be like a father to this child he had found, and Eponine had taken her mothering instincts and applied them. The two were children themselves and still managing to quarrel like parents.

"Why don't you just call her Cea then?" Grantaire rubbed his eyes, it was late and if they continued to shout, then she was going to wake up... Again.

They both looked as he had come up with the most random name ever. They tried to stare each other down.

"I like it." Eponine backed down first, but still a fight in her voice.

"Same here." Enjolras spat.

"Fine." Eponine spun on her heel and started to walk out.

"Fine." Enjolras yelled after her.

She paused at the newly named Cea crying again.

"I'll see to her." Enjolras said softly to Eponine who looked on edge.

"No, I will." She went to go and pick Cea up when Enjolras stood between her and the baby girl.

"No, go home Eponine. She'll be fine. I don't want your father being angry at you." She nodded her thanks and left.

Enjolras approached Cea and felt like this was natural. He reached down to her and held the girl close to his chest and rocked her.

"Look, there we go! Nothing to cry about. I'm here." He told her.

"Aw! He looks normal!" Lesgles giggled at the odd sight.

Cea had stopped crying and was now gurgling like a normal baby. She was cute. He huge blue eyes matched Enjolras' as they stared at him. He small fingers playing with his hair, reaching and poking his nose. She laughed. It was the cutest laugh he had ever heard.

"Why Cea, Grantaire?" He asked, as she started to drift off the sleep from his rocking motion.

"Oh! Because there's a C on the side of her blanket." Grantaire smiled, wondering over to Enjolras and Cea and stroking her soft cheek as she giggled in her sleep.