Part One: Chapter One

Enjolras walked home from his politics classes, looking forward to seeing Eponine, even though he had just left her that morning. He and Eponine had been married close to six months, and they were very happy. Several things had changed in everyone's lives over six months. Courfeyrac had met someone, although the relationship wasn't that serious yet. Jean Valjean moved in with Marius and Cosette because of declining health. Antoinette had come to visit once, staying briefly. Marius and Cosette were expecting their first child, which would be born in a month or so. Not much had changed in the lives of Enjolras and Eponine other than her becoming Madame Rousseau. Enjolras continued his politics classes, and he could feel the tensions rising in Paris yet again.

Enjolras quickened his pace, anxious to tell Eponine his news.

"Eponine?" he asked as he stepped into the apartment.

"In here!" she called.

Her voice carried out from the bedroom, and he went to find her. He found her tucking a dress away in the armoire. He leaned down and kissed her. They went back to the living room where there was more room to sit. He sat down, then reached up and tugged Eponine down into his lap.

"You're in a rare form today," Eponine laughed.

"I have some news, but I'm not sure if you'll like it."

"Tell me."

"Well, I want to start leading meetings again. The people are stirring, and there is interest at the university. Courfeyrac is willing to help."

"I think it's a good idea. If you think you have enough support, then go for it. I never thought you should give up in your cause."

"I definitely think I have enough support. I just wanted you to make sure you were OK with it."

"I just have one question. Do you think it will lead to another revolution?" she asked.

"Potentially," he cringed.

Eponine sighed, "I guess that's just a chance we have to take.

Enjolras nodded.

"Please be careful, Enjolras. We don't need you going to jail again."

"I will, 'Ponine," he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Eponine got up and went to the kitchen to make them some dinner.

Enjolras came home with excitement in his eyes. He grabbed Eponine who stood putting books on the bookshelf, and he spun her to face him.

"Our first meeting is tonight at the café," he smiled.

"That's fantastic!" she exclaimed.

Enjolras had gotten an immense amount of support for his cause, and it had only been a week since he had proposed the idea to Eponine.

"You'll join me, won't you 'Ponine?"

"Of course. If I supported your cause before we were married, or before we were even together for that matter, then I most definitely support it now," she said, stretching up to kiss him.

They ate an early dinner so they could head to the café early. Eponine grabbed her shawl, and Enjolras slipped on his symbolic red coat before they started out towards the café.

Courfeyrac met them there with his friend, Giselle. She was a young girl, a couple of years younger than Eponine. Courfeyrac and Eponine were the same age, three years younger than Enjolras. They were both 21, Enjolras was 24, and Giselle was 19. She had straight, light brown hair and green, cat-like eyes. A smile was always spread across her lips, especially when she was with Courfeyrac.

Enjolras and Courfeyrac immediately began discussing their plans for the meeting, leaving the women together.

"Is Marius not joining them today?" Eponine asked as they sat down at a table.

"No. He told Courfeyrac that he couldn't come. He said he needed to stay home to care for Monsieur Valjean and Cosette," Giselle replied.

"Oh."

Eponine watched as Giselle gazed at the men who were talking and planning intensely.

"Do you love him, Giselle?" Eponine whispered.

Giselle looked back at Eponine, "I don't know that what I feel for Courfeyrac is love quite yet, but I think it will be eventually. What made you ask that?"

"I recognized the look in your eyes. It's the same look I had when I realized I was in love with Enjolras. There's something there, Giselle."

"There is, isn't there?" she smiled.

The crowd began to slowly arrive, and the two women moved to a table off to the side of the room. They watched as the crown got larger and larger. Eponine noted that the group was bigger than the original group who called themselves the Les Amis. Enjolras made his way to the podium at the front of the room and called for attention. Eponine saw the old fire return to his brilliant blue eyes, and she watched in admiration as he began his speech.

"My fellow citizens, I am sure you are all aware of the revolution that occurred a year and a half ago in June. Unfortunately, many good men lost their lives for their beliefs. I no longer see that uprising as a failure, but as a spark for something greater to come. This is only the beginning of a new future for us all. This cause is very serious, and I ask that all of you take some time to consider whether or not you are willing to stand up for it. We must gain more supporters if we plan to make a difference. We must be huge, and we must not give up if we want this pathetic king of ours to even glance our way. The people must step up and push away their fear of the monarchy. We can bring change to France. We will affect Paris for the greater good. We must fight for the rights of the citizens, for the rights of our families! We must fight for our freedom, for liberty," he announced.

The crowd cheered, and Eponine's heart pounded with excitement. She had forgotten how much she loved hearing him speak and attending meetings. Eponine joined Enjolras as he finished his speech, and Giselle made her way to Courfeyrac. They walked around the room conversing with new supporters. Eventually, everyone left, and Enjolras and Eponine made their way home.

Enjolras slipped into bed later than Eponine, who was sitting up, reading a book with the oil lamp illuminating the room.

"I'd say the meeting went well," she said, laying down the book.

"I suppose. It's still very hard for me. I kept expecting feedback from Combeferre, and an interesting conversation from Joly. I was waiting for Grantaire to make a sarcastic comment or an indiscernible drunken slur. I found myself watching out to see little Gavroche running around the room, but none of those things happened."

"I know. It felt weird for me too, but I think they'd want you to continue. They would want you to keep fighting for the cause."

"They probably would, wouldn't they?"

Eponine smiled, placed her book on the side table, and turned off the oil lamp. She slid down onto her pillow and yawned.

"Goodnight, Enjolras."

Enjolras reached over and pulled Eponine close to him.

"Goodnight, 'Ponine," he replied.

That night, Eponine was jolted awake from a nightmare about the barricade. It was the first nightmare she'd had about the barricade in months. An uneasy feeling settled in her stomach. She pushed herself closer to Enjolras, who was still sleeping soundly, and tried to push away all the bad thoughts that clouded her mind.

Author's Note: So, how do you guys like it so far? If you haven't read my story Still I Say There's A Way For Us, then please do so before you read this story any further. This is a sequel to that story and you will understand this story much more if you read the other one first. Also, this story will be split into part one and part two. Part one will jump around a bit and it isn't the main point of the story, but is necessary for the story plot. Part two is the main point of the story.

So, if you have any suggestions or ideas of what you might like to see in this sequel, then please PM me. Please, please, please review! I want to know what you think. I'm sure I'll get as much support for this one as I did my first one! Thanks again!
~loislane16