Ok here's chapter two! I'm going to try and get some flashbacks fitted in throughout the story, and it should usually be at the beginning of the chapters :) and thanks for all the feedback on this story it just makes me even more excited to write it! Happy reading!

P.S. if you didn't know, I imagine all of the characters from the movie in this story…what can I say? They're beautiful creatures! Again, sorry if things are a little OOC, I'm trying my best!

July 1832

It was dark, yet Enjolras was not afraid. There was a certain calmness and serene quality to the darkness that surrounded him. An invisible force seemed to be pulling him forward, and somehow he knew what was on the other side would be something spectacular. Paradise was waiting for him at the other end! But just as he started walking forward, something else started pulling him backwards with much more strength.

"No! I don't want to go back!" he cried desperately.

The next thing he knew, he was lying in a hospital bed. Enjolras couldn't move his upper body, or any part of his body for that matter. The pain was too excruciating.

This is impossible,I should be dead, he thought. He remembered the National Guard shooting Gavroche, and how he and his friends had desperately called for help from the people of Paris and how they let them die. Cowards. Clearly they didn't want change as badly as the said they did. It left a bitter taste in Enjolras' mouth. He remembered how Grantaire had come to join him in the last moments, and the look of hatred the soldier gave them as he pulled the trigger.

Enjolras sighed and managed to turn his head sideways and was surprised to see a pair of chestnut eyes staring at him curiously.

"You're awake, Monsieur! You had the doctors quite worried," she rasped. Enjolras recognized her. Marius' shadow…Eponine was her name. But that was impossible! He had watched her die in Marius' arms…looks like the bullets that had pierced them hadn't finished the job like they were destined to…

"Where are we, Eponine?" he asked her, straining to sit up. He winced as the bullet wound in his chest flared with pain; unable to sit up he flopped back down onto the mattress with a grunt.

"I don't know, Monsieur. Some hospital. Apparently someone found me with the dead and saw that I was still alive…although I don't know how. I was in the shadows. I guess my time is not yet come," she said forlornly. Enjolras noticed the sling that wound around her shoulder and cradled her arm. The bullet must've dislocated her shoulder when she was shot.

Enjolras was about to ask her where the others were, but was interrupted. "Ah, good you're up! You gave us quite a scare, my boy. The other doctors were sure you wouldn't make it, but I had faith, I did!"

It was the doctor, who introduced himself as Dr. Benjamin. He helped Enjolras sit up and checked his heartbeat and cleaned up his wound and changed his bandages. "I see that you found your friend," Dr. Benjamin said nodding to Eponine. "You two are very lucky, very lucky indeed. It seems as if there is a purpose for you both to be living." He changed Eponine's bandages and told them that the nurses would be up soon with something for them to eat.

Once Dr. Benjamin left, Enjolras turned to Eponine. "Surely we can't be the only ones alive. Where are the others? Coufeyrac? Grantaire?"

Eponine shook her head, her eyes filling with tears. "No, Monsieur. There is no one else."

"But that's absurd! We're here, aren't we? What about Joly? Combeferre? Marius?"

At the name Marius, she looked him straight in the eye. Tears were falling fast down her cheeks as she shook her head. "No, not even Monsieur Marius is alive. We're the only ones left."

Seven years later

Marius was still in shock. He had accompanied Enjolras and Eponine to his house, completely forgetting about the day's work that was waiting for him at his office. This was much more important. He had ushered them both into the sitting room for tea just as the doctor was leaving from checking on Henry. Marius had half a mind to tell him to check out his friends, just to make sure he hadn't really lost his mind.

Enjolras and Eponine had taken a seat on the small sofa together, hand in hand, as they recounted the details of how they had awoken in the hospital together and how they thought they were the only survivors. Marius wanted to cut in and ask them about their relationship and how that had come to pass, but he thought it would be unwise. All in due time, he reminded himself.

"It took a couple of months, but eventually I was back on my feet," Enjolras was saying, setting down his tea cup. "I knew I couldn't go outside and look for a job because someone would recognize me. I had no home to go to, no money. The only thing I could do was talk to Eponine and she to me. I'm sure she got sick of me after the first week," he said, laughing lightly as he gazed down at Eponine.

Eponine laughed and nodded. "It took me a long time to even have a conversation with him. I always listened, but it took me a while to talk back to him, and an even longer time to trust him." She looked down at their intertwined hands and back at Marius and smiled. "What about you, Marius?"

"Come now, don't think that you're going to get away that easily! How did you find jobs? How did you make money? Obviously you have been successful because you are wearing respectable clothes and you can afford something to eat in the morning!"

He saw a glimpse of annoyance flash in Eponine's eyes, but she just said, "We still stayed in the hospital at night and the nurses and Dr. Benjamin helped us find places to work," she said curtly.

"Alright, what about Enjolras?"

"They found work for me in the hospital. I helped make the patient's meals and they paid me. We only did this for about a year and by then we had enough money to find a place to live," Enjolras said matter-of-factly. He had not missed the cold way Eponine had spoken to Marius, although Marius seemed to be completely oblivious. He squeezed her hand reassuringly, but she just sat still and looked forward silently.

"I'm impressed," Marius said, sitting back in his chair. "So I take it that you've turned from thieving then, Eponine?" He meant it as a light hearted joke, but Eponine did not take it the same way.

Eponine's eyes widened in disbelief and she clenched her jaw in frustration. Was he really only concerned with how much money she had? The Marius that she used to know used to stand up for people like her. He wanted to fight for them so they could have the same rights as he, and now that she had them he acted like it was a surprise that someone like herself could actually make money and wear respectable clothing! What a joke! She was aware of Enjolras' worried eyes on her as she fixed Marius with an even colder look. "No, Marius. I don't steal anymore." Her face burned from embarrassment at the memories of how low she had stooped to make her snake of a father happy.

Enjolras cleared his throat uncomfortably and asked Marius about Henry and Cosette. Eponine was hardly listening. Her mind was still reeling with the comment Marius had made about her days of stealing. She was not that little waif anymore. She had made a life with Enjolras and for once in her miserable, wretched life she was actually happy. She didn't want to be reminded of her past mistakes after talking to her long lost friend for only over an hour!

Enjolras shook her shoulder, shaking her out of her reverie. "Hmm?" she asked, looking up into his handsome face.

"Marius has invited us to dinner tonight, would you like to go?"

Eponine managed a smile. "I would like that very much."

It hadn't taken long to convince Cosette about dinner that evening. She was happy that Marius was happy, and Henry was feeling much better and couldn't wait to meet their new guests. Of course Cosette had forgiven Eponine for the things that had happened in their childhood; she knew that children often followed the examples set by their parents, and the Thenardiers didn't quite set the best example. She had never met Enjolras, and she was very eager to meet the man behind the bravery of the barricade.

She had asked their cook to find the nicest meat they had and prepare a feast fit for a king. These were some of Marius' friends that he thought he would never get the chance to see again. This was a celebration! Marius marveled at how forgiving and elegant his wife was. He was grateful that he could always count on her to be there, and doing this to make him happy made his heart float with joy.

Marius invited Monsieur Germaine along as well. He had told the man many tales of his young friends and their tragic demise and he knew that Germaine would be keen to meet them. Enjolras and Eponine arrived at 7:30 and they doted on Henry and laughed with Monsieur Germaine as he told them crazy stories of his younger days. Eponine was having such a lovely time that she almost didn't remember what had caused her frustration with Marius earlier, and she also didn't notice that Monsieur Germaine was paying almost a little too much attention to her.

Enjolras noticed, however, and he made a point to pull out Eponine's chair for her as they were seated in the dining room, as if to say take that. The man was not registered in Enjolras' good graces, and he felt silly for feeling this jealous and protective of Eponine. He knew perfectly well that she could take care of herself, but when Monsieur Germaine glanced at Eponine or asked her to pass the salt and their hands "accidentally" touched; he couldn't help the jealousy that flared inside his chest like an angry bull.

"So," Germaine was saying, "when I was about seventeen years old I decided to patch up my own pants that had split, but of course I'm rubbish at sewing so as I was in the middle of the street picking up something, and they split all the way up the middle for everyone to see!" Everyone, especially Henry, joined in the laughter. Enjolras forced a smile but refused to laugh. He may have been acting childish but he didn't care.

"Anyways, Enjolras," Germaine said focusing his gaze upon the young man, "I take it that not many people recognize you here?"

"No," Enjolras replied, shaking his head. "It has been seven years since the Rebellion and no one out here actually knows who I am. They all think I'm dead, so it's relatively easy to go unnoticed."

Germaine nodded and wiped his mouth with his napkin, "And what about you, Eponine?" he asked, his voice changing from the professional tone he had used with Enjolras. Enjolras rolled his eyes. Really? That was completely unnecessary!

"Well nobody knew who I was in the first place 'cept Marius and Enjolras and Cosette," she said, smiling at their gracious hostess. She had been afraid that this dinner would've been awkward, but Cosette had been nothing but kind to them both and Eponine was very grateful. The rest of the evening went by swimmingly. The food was delicious and nothing was burned or uncooked. In fact, Eponine had almost completely forgotten about Marius' careless questions that afternoon.

After dessert, they had returned to the sitting room with some wine and were reliving some pleasant memories when Monsieur Germaine asked, "Marius, didn't you once tell me that Eponine used to be a gamine? I'm very surprised by the—transformation that she's gone under," the way he said 'transformation' made Enjolras' skin crawl.

"As am I, Monsieur Germaine. In all my years I never would've expected Eponine Thenardier to become the woman she is now!" he meant it in a good way, he really did, but Eponine could only think of the shame her old life now brought her.

"Marius," she said softly, "please, let's not talk about it," she had folded her hands together in her lap and was looking down at them uncomfortably. Next to her, Enjolras was as rigid as a plank. How dare Monsieur Germaine bring up this conversation! He wanted to stand up and strangle him.

"But why not, 'Ponine? You have come so far from where you were! I'm so proud of you!"

"Why?" Eponine shouted, suddenly standing to her feet. "Because I'm not a little girl who pickpockets strangers walking down the street? Do you know why? I betrayed my father all those years ago when I came to help you at the barricade! I knew I was going to die there, I was prepared to! I'm not like the child I was when I was younger, or the dirty little street urchin who was blinded with lust. I haven't been that person since I woke up in the hospital, and I would appreciate if you would see that! I'm not a Thenardier anymore." With that, she whirled around and walked angrily out of the room. Cosette looked at Enjolras apologetically.

"I think it's time for Henry to be put to bed," she announced, making her way to the door. She knew this was between Marius and Enjolras and Eponine. She did not want to intrude, especially on this situation.

"Honestly, Marius," Enjolras said through his teeth. "Sometimes I wonder what goes on in your head that makes you think it's acceptable to say something like that." Enjolras glared at Marius and Germaine and headed out of the sitting room and onto the street to catch up with Eponine.

Marius ran his hands through his hair in frustration. He got a second chance to meet his friends and he still managed to hurt them.

So..what did you think? It's getting a little bit heated, eh? Ooh and Monsieur Germaine doesn't seem like a nice guy…what will happen? Stay tuned to find out!

Wow that sounded like a bad TV show sorry…anyways I'll be sure to update as soon as I can! Again, thank you so much for the kind words and follows and favorites, that's what keeps me going!