Hey all! Sooo, totally unplanned this, but here's a sequel to my latest Enjolras fic "He Is Human After All." However, if you don't want to, you don't have to read the first fic for this one to make sense... Just know that Courf, Grantaire, and Joly managed to find their way into Enjolras's rooms and discovered a note saying his mother was sick, and also discovered Enjolras asleep on his bed, where they left him so he could get the rest he needs. And that's where this story starts up.
This will a four-shot story, and so here's the first two parts. Keep an eye out for parts three and four VERY soon!
Disclaimer: I do not own Les Miz, Enjy, Courf, Joly, Grantaire, or any of our barricade boys. Alas.
~Rosey
Here For You
Sequel to "He Is Human After All"
PART ONE: The Note
Enjolras groaned a little as he began to wake up, the light coming in from his window blinding him. He sighed a little, rolling over an burying his face in his pillow, pulling his covers up further on his shoulders. There was so much he had to do… Finish the letter to his mother, write an essay for his professor, write the speech for today's meeting…
The meeting! Enjolras bolted up straight in bed, his wild blond hair toppling into his face, his heart racing as it does when one wakes up from an unexpected slumber and has no idea just how many centuries they overslept. The blanket that was pulled over him fell to the floor, as did the pillow his head had been on. Wait… A pillow? And a blanket? He distinctly remembered falling asleep without a blanket or a pillow anywhere near him…
Too anxious to think on this for long, Enjolras leapt from his bed and glanced at the clock on the wall. Five thirty-five.
Enjolras cursed under his breath, rushing to get a shirt from his wardrobe, yanking it over his head. Thirty-five minutes late. Thirty-five minutes! He was never even two minutes late! Picking up his red coat from where it lay discarded in the middle of the floor, he pulled it on as quickly as possible and went over to his nightstand to grab his tricolor cockade.
That's when he noticed the note. Written in Joly's handwriting, laying out in plain sight. Furrowing his brows, he quickly skimmed over the words on the page.
Julien,
If you are reading this thinking you need to be at the meeting, stop right now and go back to sleep. You are exhausted, and you need rest. Grantaire, Courfeyrac, and myself came by to see you before the meeting, and found you sound asleep on a book. A book, Enjolras. If that doesn't scream "I need sleep," nothing does. Don't you worry about a thing, Apollo. We can lead the meeting for one day. Rest.
Julien, just because you're our leader does not mean you aren't human. If you ever need help of any sort at all, you have your friends. You know that. Take advantage of us every once in a while. Lean on us when you need it. And don't say you never need it. That's a complete and utter lie. Let us know when you need help, and we will be there.
Rest, mon ami. I shall see you tomorrow.
~Joly.
Enjolras blinked, and then sighed, laying the note aside. Well, it was very nice of them to worry about him like that. But he was fine. He always was. And he was perfectly capable of leading the meeting today, thank you.
"I really must lock my door more often," he added to himself under his breath. "They just waltz in like that, the three fools, and don't even have the courtesy to wake me up…"
But he faltered off, not having the heart to continue reprimanding his friends who obviously cared for him very much. He paused for a moment, running a hand through his hair, before putting the note back on the nightstand and heading to the door. As much as his friends' worry touched him, he simply could not justify missing a meeting. He was the leader, after all, and Patria needed him…
That was when he heard the note flutter to the ground behind him from where he hadn't gotten it positioned back fully on the table. He glanced over his shoulder at the paper lying innocently on the floor and he hesitated for a moment before going back over and putting the note on the nightstand.
Then, he pulled off his jacket and, albeit reluctantly, laid back down on his bed. Patria may need him, yes, but so did his friends. And what good would he be to them if he was as exhausted as his body was telling him he was? And he was already so late anyway… It would almost be pointless to show up at the meeting now. Sighing a little, Enjolras allowed his eyes to slip closed, and he pulled the blanket back up over his shoulders. Well, what would one afternoon of resting hurt, really? He was human, after all.
And thus ends part one! Hope you all like it so far. If so, PLEASE REVIEW! Thanks! Stay revolutionary!
~Rosey