Hi everyone! When going through the Les Mis fanfictions, I realized there weren't that many Cosette and Enjolras stories so I decided to try and write one. Feel free to review and leave feedback. I really value all your opinions! Here's the first chapter, I hope you like it!

-Evelyn-ecrivaine

Chapter 1

"The time to act is now, we cannot allow the king and his selfish advisors to further oppress the people of this country! We must fight for the people of France, for those who have no say in their fate, for those who go hungry each day and for those who have no hope in France. We fight for equality, liberty and freedom from those who try to take those away from us!"

Cosette watched the young man on stage continue his speech passionately. She was fascinated with the words he spoke although she hadn't experienced the hardships that he mentioned for a very long time. She hadn't met anyone so passionate about a cause before, and so eager to risk everything to bring about change. She turned her gaze to glance at her father, Jean Valjean's, reaction, but his face revealed none of his thoughts. She quickly looked back to the speaker, afraid of missing anything he said. She intended to take in every word since it had been a wonder that she had convinced her father to let her come in the first place.

They had been walking in the city square in the market shopping for the night's dinner and a new dress for her when Cosette had heard raised voices coming from inside a cafe. She knew that the members of the group at the cafe were made up mostly of university students who were fiercely opposed to the king and the terrible conditions of the poor. They were revolutionaries and she had always wanted to attend one of their public speeches and decided that today would be the day. It was as good of a day as any, the sun was shining brightly and the world seemed to be poised on the edge of something new.

"Papa?" she asked sweetly, "might today be a good day to attend one of those speeches?"

Her father, always protective, but wanting to please her asked, "Which one, Cosette?" Then he raised his eyebrows in concern, "Surely you don't mean one of those revolutionary speeches that the students always make?"

Cosette nodded earnestly. "Yes Papa, that is the one," she replied.

He had refused at first, but with her persistence, Cosette finally persuaded him to relent on the condition that he would accompany her.

"Really Papa, it is not dangerous, only a speech!" she exclaimed, knowing well that he disapproved of the students' brash and sometimes unsensible ideas.

After the speech was over, Cosette and her father made their way to the exit of the cafe.

As they exited, Valjean spotted one of his companions from the church that they attended and began to talk with him.

"I'll be back in one moment, Papa," Cosette whispered. "I just need to go back in the cafe for a moment."

Valjean nodded reluctantly. "Yes Cosette, but be careful and hurry back," he said, assuming she had left something in the cafe.

Cosette walked back in and instantly spotted the person that she had wanted so badly to talk to. He was not hard to see in the crowd for he was the only one wearing a bright red coat. As she approached she could hear parts of his conversation with another revolutionary.

"Yes, and would we have the their support? The people's? Lamarque's? We are fighting for the people, but how do we know they will fight for themselves?" he questioned rapidly.

The other student leaned towards his ear and whispered and he smiled, obviously hearing something pleasing.

Cosette took that moment to interrupt. "Excuse me, monsieur," she addressed him, "I couldn't help but overhear your speech and I was so very interested by it that I felt that I had to come talk to you." She lowered her eyes shyly and smiled. He is so handsome, she thought as she looked over his lovely features, blue eyes and curly blond hair. He had an such a bright golden appearance and he looked unrealistically painting-like. "By the way, my name's Cosette." she introduced herself.

He turned towards her and bowed politely. "I'm glad you liked the speech, mademoiselle, please feel free to come to another. I'm so sorry, but if you'll excuse me-"

"Wait!" Cosette stopped him before he walked away, "I didn't get your name."

"Oh, right. It's Enjolras."