Chapter 2

Promises To Be Made

"Eponine?" she said, tilting her head to the side but wincing immediately as the pain overwhelmed her.

"Yes, that's your name." he sighed and pulled a chair to the side of the bed.

"That's…that's a funny name, isn't it Monsieur?" she smiled. Marius looked at her in confusion, "I…well, I never thought it was a funny name. I actually thought it was rather nice…it's the name of a character in a book you know?"

Upon hearing this she perked up and her eyes had a light glint in them, "Really now, M'sieur! Tell me, you do not lie? Imagine, me, to be graced enough to be in a book! Was I a very nice character, M'sieur? I do not think I would be, after all, I do not feel like a very kind person." He laughed silently at her rantings. Earlier, she had seemed so distant and hurt, but after only a few minutes, she had regained the curious personality of the Eponine he had come to know.

"I'm sorry, I don't know, Mademoiselle, if you were a nice character in the book. I had never read it before, but I am certain that-"

"Why do you call me that?" she asked, her eyes were glinting with a dangerous light. He blinked, he was not very used to being interrupted, but he decided to forget about it. He couldn't be angry, it was Eponine after all.

"Call you what?"

"Mademoiselle."

"Because you are a lady, are you not? It is only proper that-" he began.

"I don't like being called that. It doesn't seem right. Please, M'sieur, just refer to me by my name. Eponine, was it?" she smiles, "You know, Monsieur, you haven't told me your name yet. Neither have you told me who you were or where I am. For all I know, I was kidnapped and seriously injured by someone in the middle of the night. Monsieur, do tell me! I can't stand not knowing anything! Would you please tell me about myself? Surely you know more about me than I as of the moment." the words came out of Eponine's mouth quick and sharp as lightning.

Marius looked up and thought to himself, You can take away all her memories and injure her severely, but she'll still be the same old Eponine. He smiled at the thought and laid a hand to Eponine's head, "How about, once you get better-and only once you are able to stand, walk and talk properly-only then will I answer all your questions. Does that sound good for you?"

"Oh, oh! Yes Monsieur, of course! Trust Eponine, I can heal myself quick! Watch me, you'll see."

"I never doubted you." he says, standing, "I should go soon. Rest, Eponine."

She blinks and said, "Yeah…I'm getting quite tired, Monsieur." she smiles and droops her eyes, "Watch, I'll soon be up and ready. You'll keep your promise won't you, M'sieur? You'll help me remember?"

"Without a doubt. Now rest, you need it." He strode over to the door and twisted the knob. "I'll see you, Eponine."

"You know, Monsieur…" she closed her eyes and for the first time, Marius had seen her at peace, "I like it when you say my name. It makes me feel…special."

She drifted off to sleep and Marius closed the door with tears threatening to fall from his eyes.


Author's Note

Yes, yes, I know the writing style changed, but I just didn't want to narrate the story in that type of tense forever. Tell me what you think, thank you for all the reviews so far! I'm so very sorry it's so short. It really is and I really didn't plan for it to be this short, just please forgive me.

As you know this is obviously an AU setting, and perhaps you'll be wondering where Cosette had gone. Well, let me describe the setting: [IMPORTANT: EVEN IF YOU DON'T READ AUTHOR'S NOTES, PLEASE READ THIS PART] Eponine/Gavroche had never gotten to deliver the letter. Marius had fleed the barricade, unable to resist the urge to visit Cosette, but once he gets to the Rue de Lamarque, he finds that she is already gone. Once he returns to the barricade, his friends don't receive him, calling him a coward. He leaves, but Eponine trails behind him but gets shot while climbing down. Marius immediately calls for help and she goes into a coma. When she awakens is the Introduction part. [YOU MAY STOP READING NOW]

Les Miserables is (c) to Victorious Victor Hugo