A/N: This is based off a fan made picture I saw.

Grantaire was not doing well. After the falling of the barricade, he managed to survive by sleeping. Meanwhile, everyone else was slaughtered. Including Enjolras. He had heard that Enjolras had been killed right in the wine shop. And he has hated himself ever since for not waking up and trying to do something. There was no one he could talk to, and no one else that he admired. Marius was still alive, but he was too busy with Cosette.

After drinking two more bottles, Grantaire noticed a man walking over to him. The man sat down across from him. Grantaire simply ignored him.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Grantaire?" asked the man politely. Grantaire gave a small nod and proceeded to drink some more.

"I have heard from some people, that you were at the barricades and survived. Is that so?" asked the man in wonder.

Grantaire nodded again.

"Well, then why are you so sad? Surely you are grateful for surviving."

At this, Grantaire spoke. "No, I am not grateful. For I wasn't fighting, I was sleeping. I am a drunk, surely you can tell. And as I was sleeping, my comrades all were killed. Without them, all that is left is the bottle. Does that answer your question?"

"Yes, it does. And I think I know someone who can help." said the man, thoughtfully.

Grantaire snorted. "Who?"

"The Doctor. I'll go get him. In the meantime, try not to get drunk." The man stood up, and exited quickly.

Grantaire didn't expect him back, so he kept drinking. The man did come back, this time with another man.

"This is the Doctor. I'll leave you two to talk," said the original man as he left.

The Doctor sat down across from Grantaire.

"How can I help you?"

"What can you do?"

"Travel through time," said the Doctor coldly.

"Is it possible that you can bring my friend back?" asked Grantaire, as a glimmer of hope appeared on the horizon.

"Who exactly are we talking about?"

"Enjolras," said Grantaire softly.

The Doctor sighed. "The thing is, Enjolras has to die. He always has to die then. It's a sort of symbol, you see. He influenced other people with his death, influenced them to stand up and fight. Besides, he's a very powerful leader. He might start another revolution. I'm sorry, but he must stay dead."

Grantaire nodded. A silence passed for a while, and then Grantaire spoke up, "Can I go back then? To die with him?"

The Doctor contemplated that. "Yes, you can if you really want to. Surely, you want to keep living."

Grantaire shook his head. "There's no point, anymore."

The Doctor smiled sympathetically, as if he knew what Grantaire was going through. He stood up and motioned for Grantaire to follow him.

The two went down the streets of Paris, until they came to a secluded corner. On it, was a blue box.

"What's that?"

"Oh, it's my TARDIS." said the Doctor, unlocking it. "Come on."

Grantaire stepped inside cautiously. He wondered if he was just hallucinating.

"Let's go," said the Doctor.

The TARDIS took off, and then stopped. The Doctor nodded towards the door. Cautiously, Grantaire stepped out and saw the soldiers getting ready to shoot Enjolras. No one noticed him, or the TARDIS leaving.

Grantaire stepped forward, as the soldiers said, "Take aim!"

"Long live the Republic!" He cried, "I'm one of them." He walked over next to Enjolras, "Long live the Republic. Finish both of us at one blow."

Grantaire turned to Enjolras. "Do you permit it?" Enjolras smiled, and took his hand. Grantaire smiled back and faced the soldiers.

The soldiers fired, and Grantaire was shot and killed, but he was happy at last.