After the Barricade

Enjolras and Grantaire

Disclaimer: I do not own Les Mis (sadly)

Note: Different one-shots featuring different characters and what happened after the barricade.

Enjolras sat at a table alone in the corner of the café. He was watching his friends discuss where they thought they were and what was going to happen now.

"So what do we do now?" a voice asked from next to him and Enjolras looked round to see Grantaire standing there.

"I don't know," Enjolras admitted, "I don't think there's much we can do. We're dead, the revolution is over."

"I didn't mean the revolution," Grantaire said, sitting down next to him. Enjolras didn't look at him; he knew exactly what Grantaire meant.

"Enjolras," Grantaire said and his tone caused the revolutionary leader to look at him. Grantaire looked so serious; so sober.

"You know how I feel," Grantaire said, "And if nothing has changed, if things are the same as they were when we were alive then fine. But I need to know Enjolras." The use of his real name startled him, perhaps more so than the fact that Grantaire wasn't slurring his speech.

Enjolras was a man of words, but he was also a man of action. So rather than saying anything, he leaned over and kissed Grantaire deeply. The other man sat in shock for a moment before responding enthusiastically. When Enjolras pulled away Grantaire stared at him.

"Well, I guess that answers that," Grantaire smiled and Enjolras tried to do so back. However, it came out as more of a pained grimace, a face that did not go unnoticed by Grantaire.

"What is it?" he asked.

"I just…" Enjolras sighed and looked around the café at their friends, "I don't know how to do relationships." He looked down at his hands and Grantaire knew how hard it was for him to admit that.

"Apollo–" he started, but Enjolras cut him off.

"Don't call me that!" he snapped, "I am no Apollo; I am no God. I am a failed leader of the revolution. I failed Patria and I know that I will fail you."

"Enjolras, you failed no one, and you will certainly not fail me. Look at me, a drunken cynic. You're the only thing I have ever believed in," Grantaire took Enjolras' hand in his, "Besides, what do I know about relationships either? Nothing. I mean, this is the most affectionate I've been with anyone in years. So what do you say to us being hopeless and clueless together?" Enjolras smiled slightly, one of his rare smiles that Grantaire loved so much, and squeezed Grantaire's hand in response before glancing at his friends again.

"Looks like we're not the only ones trying something new," he said and indicated where Combeferre and Eponine sat talking.

So, I know it's kind of OOC, but I'm going totally off the movie for this and I tried to figure out how they would act with just the two of them after everything that had happened. I hope you liked it! Thanks and let me know what you thought!