Hello everybody! So, here's my newest Enjolras fic idea... I hope it's enjoyed! Enjolras is five in this, and Combeferre is ten. Just so you have an idea of the age difference. I have two more Enj/Ferre super-brothers fics in the works that will be up soon, and they all kind of correspond, but you certainly don't have to read one to understand the other. However, they will be published in order of how they would happen (chronological order.) But I repeat, you do NOT have to read one to understand the others. Hope you enjoy!

VERY IMPORTANT: Yes, I'm aware that a ten-year-old babysitting a five-year-old is rather unlikely, but in this fic, Combeferre is a VERY mature ten-year-old, and has two baby sisters he practically helps to raise at home. Madame Enjolras is looking for a friend for her son as well as a care-taker, and she's seen Ferre caring for his sisters and being a very responsible, shockingly adult child a few houses down from her. So. There's that;)

Disclaimer: This is for the entire fic... Only disclaimer-ing once. "Suddenly" is a song from Les Miserables (the 2012 film,) I'm not Victor Hugo, nor do I own the movie or musical of Les Miserables, and this fic was co-written by my amazing cousin Brianna. Cover photo from hamstr's Tumblr page. Check out her art guys... She's perfect!

~Rosey

Something Suddenly Has Begun

Chapter One:

This is the biggest house I've ever seen... I wonder if this Julien Enjolras I'm supposed to watch will accept me...I hope he likes me...Is that a golden clock on the wall?!

Etienne Combeferre made his way up the three flights of stairs towards the nursery of the little boy he was supposed to be watching and (more exciting than that) befriending. He had to admit it felt a little funny to being paid to watch a five-year-old when he was only ten himself, but the boy's mother seemed very insistent that her son needed not only a care-taker but also a friend, and had also insisted on giving the bespectacled child a small salary.

The house was incredibly large and beautiful... Far more grand than Combeferre was used to. The mahogany walls towered above him, and the gold-framed pictures seemed to be staring down at him judgmentally. Etienne could only pray that the little boy he was to look after wouldn't also make him feel so judged. It was an incredibly uncomfortable feeling to have.

Finally, the boy found the large wooden door he was told to look for... Third one on the left. Goodness...Were all doors always this big? And were doorhandles always so far up? Swallowing, Combeferre finally found the strength to reach up and grab the brass handle, twisting it and gently pushing the door open.

Once in the doorway, Etienne blinked, looking around. The room wasn't exactly what he expected it to be. There were a few pictures on the wall, but they were of different French landmarks, not judgmental historical figures. There was a large bed in the far corner, and an even larger bookshelf on the other side of the room. And there, in the middle of the room, on the floor, cross-legged, was a tiny little boy, Julien Enjolras. He had a head full of wild, loosely-curly blond hair and very bright, very serious blue eyes, just looking up at Combeferre with a curious look on his face.

"Are you the person my father is paying to take me off his hands?" the little blond boy asked in a simple, serious tone, not getting up off the floor.

Combeferre blinked, surprised at the phrasing, never having spoken two words to the boy's father. "I'm here to take care of you," the older boy replied, trying to keep his tone level.

Enjolras crossed his arms. "I can take care of myself."

And just like that, Etienne made his mind up. One of those children, hmm? Alright. Patiently, Combeferre walked into the room, shrugging and sitting down in the armchair that was at the foot of the large bed. "Alright."

The littler boy looked highly confused. "What are you doing?"

"Sitting," Combeferre replied simply.

The blond arched an eyebrow. "Oh." After a pause, he added in an equally simple tone, "That's my chair."

"Well, now I'm sitting in it," Etienne smiled. "This is the easiest job I've ever had. I'm getting paid to sit."

Julien sat up straighter, looking indignant. "You're getting paid to watch me."

"But you said yourself that you can take care of yourself," Combeferre answered back, calmly. "So all I have to do is sit."

Enjolras was quiet for a minute. "You will find I'm not very interesting," he looked up at the bespectacled child through his mop of blond hair.

Etienne gave a small chuckle and shrug. "So far you are very interesting."

The littler boy was quiet for another moment before holding up four fingers. "I'm this many."

"Four?"Combeferre rose an eyebrow, smiling a little.

"No, don't be silly!" Enjolras piped up, very indignant. "Five!"

"Oh, of course," Etienne chuckled warmly. "How silly of me."

"Mmmhmm," Julien nodded strongly. "How many are you?"

"I'm ten," Combeferre smiled.

"That's not very many," the blond squirmed on the floor. "You're littler than any of the other people paid to watch me."

"Well how old did you think I was?" the brunette tilted his head a little.

"At least twelve," Enjolras's blue eyes were wide and curious.

"Well I've been told I look older than I am," Combeferre resisted the urge to ruffle the little boy's locks.

"I act older than I am," Julien said seriously.

"Yes, you certainly do," Etienne nodded.

Enjolras was quiet for another minute before speaking again, saying the most profound thing he could think of at the moment. "You have glasses."

Combeferre nodded. "You don't."

The blond shook his head. "No. I don't."

A very long pause stretched between the two, Combeferre sitting back and folding his hands over his knee, looking at Enjolras, while the littler boy looked at him silently as well, saying nothing. Finally, after about fifteen minutes, Julien spoke again. "Do you like my books?"

"I don't know," Combeferre shrugged. "I haven't read your books. I like most books, though."

Enjolras spoke seriously. "Mine's about France."

Etienne nodded. "Then I would probably like them. I like France."

Julien pulled out the biggest book on his shelf, almost bigger than himself, struggling with it and setting it on the floor awkwardly, the size of the novel overwhelming to the little child. "I haven't read this one yet."

Combeferre nodded, smiling a little at the adorableness of the little child. "That makes sense."

The blond pointed to the other books, proudly. "I've read a lot of those, though."

"That's quite impressive," the bespectacled child smiled from his position in the chair.

"They're my friends," Enjolras said simply. "I don't know anybody else."

Combeferre frowned a little. "Well you know me. I'll be your friend."

The smaller boy looked him over very seriously. "Hmm...I don't know if I like you yet or not."

Etienne rose an eyebrow. "Alright then. I'm not sure if I like you or not either."

At this, Enjolras crossed his arms. "My father said that none of you people who watch me enjoy it. Is that true?"

Combeferre frowned, feeling a little anger rise inside him. "I am enjoying it so far."

Enjolras gave a little shrug. "You haven't been here long."

"That's true," Etienne nodded. "But you are making it very easy for me."

Big, blue eyes blinked up at Combeferre from under a mop of curls. "So you'll come back?"

"Why wouldn't I? Like I said, I'm getting paid to sit."

Enjolras shrugged a little. "People don't usually come back. They always leave."

"Well that seems incredibly rude," Combeferre bit his lip.

The blond was quiet for several minutes before talking again, simply. "I think I should know what your name is since you know mine."

"My name is Combeferre," the brunette answered kindly.

"That's a silly name," Enjolras said in a once more simple tone.

"What makes it silly?" Combeferre asked patiently.

"'Cause I can't spell it," Julien replied, seriously, hair in his eyes again.

Etienne laughed a little. "Well, you can just call me Ferre."

Enjolras's face lit up, and he smiled sincerely for the first time that afternoon. "I can spell that! F-A-I-R!"

The bespectacled child held back a laugh. "That's impressive."

The tiny blond nodded. "Bet you can't spell my name."

Combeferre smiled. "E-N-J-O-L-R-A-S. Is that right?"

Julien blinked, and then nodded. "Yes."

Etienne recrossed his legs, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Lucky guess, I suppose."

Enjolras nodded seriously. "Yes." He paused for a minute before speaking again. "How long are you staying today?"

Combeferre glanced at the clock on the wall. "Only for about ten more minutes today."

Julien spoke hurriedly. "When will you be back?"

"Well, your maman asked me to come back tomorrow afternoon," the bespectacled child got to his feet.

Enjolras bolted to his feet too, nodding hurriedly. "I'll still be here. You may sit in that chair again. You may even read one of my books of you'll come back."

"Well thank you," Etienne smiled warmly. "I will probably enjoy that."

The tiny blond looked almost timid. "So...You will come back? You're not leaving forever?"

Combeferre gave a tiny frown. "Of course I'm coming back. Don't you worry about that."

Enjolras nodded happily. "Alright. Then I will be here too."

"Well, you do live here," Etienne had to smile a little.

"Yes," Julien said quite seriously. "That's why I'll be here, silly."

Combeferre smiled and once more had to resist ruffling his hair. "Of course."

"So...I'll see you tomorrow, F-A-I-R?" Enjolras asked half-seriously, half-trying to make a joke.

"Yes. I promise," Combeferre beamed. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Hooray! Chapter one done! What do you all think? Isn't baby Enj a doll? Brianna and I worked very hard to make them both as adorable as possible;)

So what do you all think so far? Please, please, PLEASE post a review and let me know!

Stay revolutionary!

~Rosey