A/N: This is the first chapter but eventually, this is going to be a crossover of Les Miserables and The Phantom Of The Opera, my two favorite Broadway musicals of all time. I do not own either one of them (I wish!).

Part 1: Enjolras

Enjolras was not one for love. He never had been. The women he came in contact with had their heads full of air. Their focus was on dresses and men, not intellectual things. In his life, only one girl cared about the matters of the world and liked to make her opinions known. This girl was beautiful in his eyes. She had a fire that followed her wherever she went. She was strong and different and for that, Enjolras, the man with a heart of stone, couldn't help but fall in love with her, the one and only Eponine Thenardier.

So when Eponine came running up to him one day with tears streaming down her face, it was impossible for Enjolras not to worry. She flung her arms around his neck and sobbed for a moment.

Eponine hiccoughed. "I'm in a fat lot of trouble. A while back ago, Grantaire and I were playing a drinking game…. And we were so drunk and we…. And now I'm….. I CAN'T GO HOME!" She began sobbing again.

Enjolras took her hands. " 'Ponine, you have to calm down so I can understand you."

Her breaths became deeper. "I'm pregnant. I was drunk and Grantaire was drunk and it just sort of happened. If my parents found out, there is no telling what they would do to me or the baby. And," she said, setting her hand on her virtually flat stomach, "I don't want my baby to live the kind of life that I did."

Enjolras looked at his friend in disbelief. "Does Grantaire know?"

She shook her head. "Nobody does. And I don't want him to know unless he is the baby's only option. He might think I'm a…. a…"

"No he wouldn't. He is one of your best friends. Plus it is his son or daughter, too. Doesn't he deserve to know?"

She sighed. "I just don't know what to do."

Enjolras drew her in. "You can stay with me. You will probably have to stay around my house when you start to show, since you don't want anybody to know. You plan on keeping it, don't you?"

Eponine nodded, her hand still perched on her belly. Enjolras could see the pain in her eyes and his heart bled for his love. "When the baby comes, just say it is a sibling of yours whose care you were charged with. Hopefully it will look more like you than Grantaire so your story will seem plausible."

Enjolras kissed her forehead and stroked her long black hair. It was so sad that this had happened to the girl who had already had so much sadness in her life. He knew that she would be a good mother; half of her life she had raised Azelma, Gavroche, and the others as her own. It was just sad that she would have to hide it. He made up his mind in that instant and softly whispered in her ear, "I'm going to be the best adoptive parent there ever was. She won't even have to know about her real father."

Eponine looked up surprisedly. "She?"

Enjolras shrugged. "I just know you are going to have a beautiful little girl."

She just smiled and leaned her head against his chest.