Hey guys! So here's the next chapter. It will feature some Meponine (through Enjolras' memories and dreams), which you'll probably see quite a bit of.

Disclaimer: I don't own Les Misérables, nor do I own the characters.

Eponine laughed as Marius did an impersonation of Enjolras.

"For Patria!" Marius exclaimed dramatically. Enjolras watched as he continued to 'act like him'. Even Enjolras had to admit that it was rather amusing, even if the joke was at his expense. More importantly, it had made Eponine laugh, which she hadn't done since the confrontation with Montparnasse.

"Oh, Napoleon Buonaparte is the greatest person ever!" Enjolras said in a rather accurate impersonation of Marius. Eponine laughed at that too. "Napoleon was a hero and was completely flawless!"

"Liberté, egalité, fraternité!"

"Napoleon, Napoleon, Napoleon!"

Both Marius and Enjolras began to laugh with Eponine. It was one of those laughs that lasted for awhile, long after the joke had passed. It was a laugh that allowed them to just let go, to temporarily escape from the darkness that clouded their lives, that temporarily freed them and raised their spirits. Sometimes, even on the darkest of days, one just needs to laugh. Sometimes, that is all that is needed to brighten a day.

Enjolras woke when the carriage hit a bump. It was still dark outside, he guessed it to be around two in the morning. He checked his pocketwatch, which confirmed this. He looked at Epona-Mari, who was still asleep with her head on Éléna's shoulder. Éléna had fallen asleep as well, though this did not surprise Enjolras. It was, after all, two in the morning. The carriage slowly came to a stop. Enjolras stepped out and found that they had reached a small inn.

"We are in Caen right now. The horses need to rest, Monsieur." the coachman told him. The horses had been pulling them for close to 7 and a half hours, of course they would need to rest. "An hour should be enough for them." Enjolras handed the man a five-franc coin.

"Buy them some oats and water. I'm sure the owners of the inn will have some." he said. The coachman nodded and walked into the inn. Enjolras decided to stay up for a little while, enjoying the silence of the night, broken only by the occasional loud laugh or shout from someone in the inn. It was a beautiful night. The stars were shining, the moon was bright in the night sky. It was a cool night, but lovely nevertheless. Enjolras, however, had difficulty enjoying it. It reminded him too much of the night that his two best friends had died. That night, too, had been a starry one, with the moon brightly shining. He tried not to think about it, the memories were simply too painful. But that was not the only reason that he could not enjoy it. It was also the morning–though very early in the morning–of June 6th. It marked the 15th anniversary of the failure of the revolution of 1832... and of the deaths of his other friends. That was another reason that they were heading to Paris; not only to visit Eponine and Marius' graves, but also to visit the graves of the fallen revolutionaries.

The coachman soon returned, followed by a rather large woman who was carrying a bag of oats and two buckets. Enjolras barely concealed his gasp upon seeing this woman– it was Eponine's mother.

Madame Thenardier put the two buckets down in front of the horses and filled them both with oats. As the horses started to eat, she looked up at Enjolras. She didn't seem to recognise him, but she noticed the look of shock on his face.

"Is there something wrong, Monsieur?" she asked him.

"You... you're..." Enjolras was almost too surprised to form words. "You were her mother..." he finally choked out. Madame Thenardier's eyes widened, but she didn't seem to notice that he had used the past tense.

"You know my Eponine?" Madame Thenardier asked. Enjolras noticed that she used present tense, as if Eponine had not died. "How is she? Is she okay? I haven't heard from her in so long, though, I suppose she has a good reason for wanting to keep her distance. I wasn't exactly the best mother. I regret that now... But she could come visit now. Her father is gone, I think he got himself killed. He left one night and never returned. The Patron Minette probably turned on him. I don't really miss him. I've been doing alright without him, moved out of Montfermeil and bought a nice inn, here in Caen." Enjolras didn't know what to say. She... she didn't know. She didn't know that her daughter was dead. "I do hope that Eponine's been doing well. I've been worried about her. I really do love my daughter. I may not have always showed it, but I truly do love her. I guess it took thinking I'd lost her for me to realise how much I do." Enjolras considered lying to her, considered telling her that Eponine was just fine. But he knew he could not do that.

"You really don't know...?" he asked, though he knew full well that she didn't.

"Know what?"

"Eponine... she's..." It was hard for him to say, she had been one of his best friends. "Eponine is dead."

"That's not funny."

"It wasn't meant to be."

"She... she can't be dead..." Madame Thenardier whispered.

"I know it's hard to believe, but it's true. Eponine is dead, she has been for 13 years." Enjolras had to fight to keep his voice from breaking. Tears formed in Madame Thenardier's eyes.

"How?" she asked quietly.

"Your late husband killed her. He shot her in her side... the bullet must have hit something... and she died a few hours later." Enjolras replied. Then, after a moment, he added, "And it was I who killed your husband."

"Oh God..." she whispered, tears falling from her eyes. "My daughter is dead... What about that boy? The one that she was in love with, Marcus, was it?"

"Marius." Enjolras corrected her. "He, too, is dead. Killed by your husband."

"Oh God... They're both... Oh God..."

"There's one more thing you should know,"

Madame Thenardier did not reply to this, but merely looked at him.

"You have a granddaughter."

She's back! And she may or may not end up with a larger role in this story. Also, you can probably expect more of Enjolras' dreams or memories of Marius and Eponine. So, yes, there will be some Meponine in this story.

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