A.N. I am obsessed with Les Misérables the musical, and I finally decided to write a fanfiction for it. I am a Marius/Éponine shipper, so naturally, that is what I wrote. This is based off a game my cousin and I played once, where I was in a production of Les Mis. with Nick Jonas (because we had to have celebrities involved,) and he was playing Marius like he did in the 25th Anniversary Concert. However, I don't like Cosette and didn't want to play her part. So I decided that the directors would change the story so that Marius and Éponine got together, and I would play Éponine. But anyway, this is the way that story worked. This story will start at the end of "A Little Fall of Rain." Everything until then will have been the same as the musical. It will be in Éponine's point of view unless I state otherwise. Sorry for the super-long author's note. Enjoy.

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"And rain," I sang weakly.

"And rain," he echoed.

"Will make the flowers," I began.

"Will make the flowers," he repeated softly. I was about to finish the line, but I found that I didn't have the strength. My eyes drifted closed, and as if from far away, I heard him sing the end of the song. Then everything went black, and I drifted.

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When my eyes opened and light assaulted them, I was shocked. Why hadn't I died? 'Because my life couldn't be that simple,' I answered myself. 'Now I have to deal with the consequences of telling Marius how I feel.' As this thought occurred, and I acknowledged that I wasn't dead, I became aware of a horrid pain in my shoulder. 'I must have been shot there. That explains why I didn't die, at least partially. But there must have been a doctor to stop me from bleeding out,' I deliberated.

It was about then that I realized I wasn't alone. Someone else was here, wherever 'here' was. A man stepped out of the shadows with a candle in a holder. He set in on the table that I was lying on, and I recognized the walls of the café in the flickering light. 'Okay, so I'm at the café, lying on a table, have a shoulder wound, and am not dead. Strange.'

"Ah, you are awake! How is your shoulder? I am sure it pains you, but I did the best I could, and the bleeding has stopped," the man stated.

"I-I'm fine. It hurts as you said, but at least I'm not dead. What happened? I thought I was going to die! And where's Marius? Is he all right? And who are you?"

"So many questions! I am Joly, a friend of Marius. When you collapsed, he called for help. He thought you were dead, but I could tell that you weren't. I am a medical student, by the way. I could probably become a doctor at this point; I have all the training I need. * But I stopped the bleeding and saved you. Marius wanted to stay by your side, but he had to go help Enjolras on the battlements. Enjolras was almost shot, but Marius saved him. They are both fine. I sent them to rest. In fact, I myself must get back to the fight. Don't get up, and try to rest the shoulder," Joly instructed.

He left, taking the candle with him, and I shivered in the dark. 'Marius has been fighting? I hope he really is unhurt, though I suppose the doctor would know. And I hope Joly will be all right as well; he seems nice.' A twinge of pain ran through my body, ripping me out of my thoughts momentarily. 'My shoulder hurts so badly! I'm surprised Marius cared enough to get help. Won't that make his pretty little Cosette jealous? Oh no, how is he going to react to me being alive now that I told him how I felt? Then again, he got help for me after I told him, so he must still want to be my friend. But what if he just felt compelled to, and he doesn't care about me at all? I need to stop this line of thought before I go insane. I should just go back to sleep,' I concluded.

As this thought ran through my troubled mind, I grew sleepy. My eyes slid shut without my permission.

I dreamt of swimming deep in the water of an endless ocean. It was so beautiful. I could see the light dancing on the surface, and the deep blue of the water was entrancing. I swan around for a little while, marveling in the gorgeousness of the moment. It was not to last, though. "Éponine? Hello? 'Ponine, wake up!" Called a voice. I obeyed and began swimming toward the surface. As my head broke into open air, I opened my eyes.

"'Ponine! You're okay!" Marius exclaimed. He leaned down over me and enveloped me in his arms. I weakly hugged him back with my uninjured arm.

"I thought you were going to die," he whispered into my hair. I let out a weak laugh.

"I'm not letting you off that easy, Monsieur Marius. But better me than you," I replied quietly.

"Never. You are much more important than I could ever be," he answered fervently as he pulled back to look me in the face. I shook my head.

"But you are part of this revolution! I'm worthless compared to you!" He shook his head even more feverishly than I had and returned to hugging me.

"No, 'Ponine, you're not." He gripped me tighter. "But it doesn't matter. I'm not going to let you get hurt again. I'm getting you out of here. This isn't your fight, and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you got hurt because of me again. That's why I tried to send you away in the first place, but you wouldn't listen."

"You know me; stubborn to the end," I joked.

"You little idiot, 'Ponine," he muttered as he pulled away once more. "You little idiot."

"That's me," I retorted.

"You have no idea how worried I was. I thought you died! I don't know if I could go on if you died," Marius admitted. I gulped as I saw the tears in his eyes. 'He actually means it! So I do matter to him, at least as a friend.'

"You'd be fine. You have your pretty little Cosette, what do you need me for?" I couldn't keep all the bitterness out of my tone, but I didn't spit her name the way I wanted to.

"Cosette could never replace you, 'Ponine." He began to sing quietly, stroking my hair as he did so.

"You're the rushing river/ flowing to the sea/ no boundaries on this river/ you always will be free.

"Everything in your path/ everyone you meet/ is altered by your waters/ that's how it's meant to be.

"You have changed my whole life / you have changed me so/ our friendship has moved us both/ through both the high and low.

"I'm so glad I met you/ since I learned your name/ I have relished our friendship/ I hope you feel the same." **

He ended the song, and I felt tears fill my eyes. 'He really does care!' I reflected as I threw my good arm around his neck to hug him tightly. He hugged me back just as fiercely, and I grinned again through the overjoyed tears. But then the events of the day caught up with me, my shoulder began to ache, and I grew exhausted.

"So… sleepy," I yawned quietly. Marius chuckled, and I could feel his laugh reverberating through me. He released me, and I lay back down on the table tiredly.

"Sleep now, 'Ponine. Good night." He smiled at me, and I could feel an answering smile on my face as I drifted off.

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* Thank you to Judybear236 for messaging me and fixing my mistake. You're wonderful, and it's nice to know that someone pays as much attention as I do.

** All song lyrics will be written like this (in italics with slashes in between lines.) As to the lyrics: this is a poem I wrote. It is not stolen from anywhere else, but it is also not from the musical. Put music to it in your head, and tell me what you thought of it.

A.N. So? What did you think of my first chapter? This is my first attempt at a Les Mis. fanfic, so I hope you liked it. Please review and tell me! PLEASE!