Ok, so I'm really stressed and I decided to write this because I'm trying to get the stress out. URGH! Sigh. Thanks for reading by the way. It means a lot to know I'm not a complete idiot when it comes to writing.

Just FYI, in this story, Enjolras is eighteen, Grantaire's nineteen, Courfeyrac's nineteen and Combeferre's twenty

"How about this guy?" Courfeyrac asked, handing Grantaire yet another creased photograph. "He's eighteen. Blue eyes. Blonde hair. Tallish."

Grantaire squinted his pale green eyes at the photo and snorted. "Enjolras has curly hair, not straight. Also Enjolras has crystal blue eyes. This guy has sea blue." He carelessly handed the photograph back to him.

"Does it really make that much of a difference?" Courfeyrac asked, bitterness tinting his words.

"It makes a big difference! We've got a lot riding on this Courf'. We can't afford to make any mistakes." Courfeyrac mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like 'I hate you.' He scrunched the photograph up into a tight little ball and tossed it into the bin.

"Well, I got nothing."

Grantaire started chewing on his bottom lip. He then clicked his fingers as yet another idea popped into his head. Without another word, Grantaire started walking off down the street with a skip in his step. Courfeyrac raised an eyebrow and followed him.

"Where are you going?"

Grantaire smiled. "We need information about the missing Romanov son. I say, we start our research at the great palace itself."

Courfeyrac chuckled, "You want to break into the Romanov palace…"

"It's abandoned anyway. I lived there for about two years before I moved to the square." Grantaire said with a grin. "It'll be fine my friend!"

Oxo

Julien found himself wondering…just wondering. Wondering around the streets of St Petersburg, not knowing where he was going. The snow had started coming down in light falls. White snowflakes were starting to gather on the shoulders of his coat and on the top of his hat. Julien was starting to fear that if he didn't get inside soon, he might just freeze to death. His warm breath turned into steam as it left his lips. None of the inns or pubs looked rather pleasant, besides, they probably wouldn't let him stay unless he was buying a drink…and we all knew that wasn't happening.

Suddenly, something caught his eye. Julien stopped down the road. He swears he could hear the sound of a lullaby he used to know. Julien turned his head to the building that sat by the side of the road. It seemed abandoned…somewhat, haunted. It was a tall and majestic looking thing. Big enough to be a palace. The windows and doors were boarded up with floor boards. Years had not been kind to this house. He was surprised it was still standing. Enjolras didn't know why he was so drawn to this old and empty house. It seemed somewhat familiar…too familiar.

Julien had walked up to the front steps of the building. He walked over to the door. Luckily the gap between the floor boards that were nailed to the door frame was wide enough for Julien to slip through. It's not breaking and entering if you don't break anything. Julien thought to himself. Besides…this place looked pretty much completely abandoned. He doubted anyone actually lived here.

As Julien walked through the empty halls of the building, the lullaby came back to him. A soft and gentle tune…where had he heard it from? He reached what looked like a giant ballroom. Old and dusty paintings hung from the walls on either side of the ballroom. The floor beneath his feet was white marble. Julien couldn't figure out why he found this so familiar. His steps echoed through the hall as he looked around.

But something in the ballroom caught his eye. A giant oil painting hung at the very back of the ballroom. Enjolras stood by the painting, admiring the detail. In the painting stood a tall man with dark blonde hair and blue eyes. The man looked strong and his eyes were a memorable shade of crystal blue. Standing next to him was a beautiful woman. She had light blonde curls and warm blue eyes. Her face was gentle and she wore a smile that was welcoming and somewhat loving. Standing by them were five children. One of the children looked REALLY familiar. Enjolras could have sworn he'd seen that boy with the glasses before. The smallest child looked about seven or eight. He had the same blue eyes as his father and the same hair as his mother. Julien brushed the snow off his shoulders as he stared up at the painting…he couldn't help but wonder why that boy looked kind of like himself.

Julien then heard voices. "I'm telling you Courf'. Combeferre Romanov is smarter than both our brains combined! One mistake and it's ALL over."

Julien watched as a couple of men walked into the ballroom. Perhaps they lived here…then again, judging by their clothes and body language…perhaps not. The men didn't seem to notice Julien standing there. They continued with their conversation. "Grantaire in all honesty, do you really think that we're ever going to find an exact lookalike of the…" Courfeyrac cut his own sentence short. Grantaire raised an eyebrow and then noticed Julien who stood at the end of the hall.

"Hey! What are you doing in here?" Grantaire called. He started walking over to him.

"I could ask you the same thing."

"You can't be in here." Grantaire said, with slight annoyance.

"Why? It's obvious no one lives here. I don't see any reason why I SHOULDN'T be here."

Grantaire looked as if he was about to say something, when something caught his eye. He looked at the oil painting that sat on the wall. Then he looked at Julien. He blinked his eyes. He studied the face of Enjolras, and then the face of Julien. Same eyes…same hair…same smirk… "Courfeyrac!" Grantaire called, his voice breaking in the middle of it. He ran over to him, wringing his hands and whispered "Are. You. Seeing. This."

Courfeyrac raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Look at the painting of Enjolras, then look at the blonde guy." Courfeyrac squinted. He then noticed it. They practically looked like the same person. The biggest similarity was the sparkling eyes.

"The resemblance is astonishing." Julien stood there awkwardly, wondering what they were whispering about. A few seconds later, Grantaire turned back to Enjolras and walked over to him.

"Right, as I was saying…what are you doing here?" Grantaire's tone had changed completely. His voice had gone from annoyed to somewhat untrustworthy.

Julien shrugged. "I was cold and bored."

Grantaire mumbled. "Right…so what brings you to St Petersburg?"

Julien raised an eyebrow. "How'd you know I wasn't from around here?"

"I didn't…now I do." Grantaire said, grinning. "So, what brings you here?"

"Just got out of the orphanage…trying to find my past. I don't remember any of it." Julien said.

Grantaire blinked a couple of times. "You don't remember anything?"

Enjolras shrugged. "Nope. Ever since I was eight, it all seemed to go blank."

"You left your orphanage, so that makes you, what, seventeen?"

"Eighteen." Julien corrected.

Grantaire grinned again. "Has anyone told you, you look a lot like Prince Enjolras Romanov?"

Julien furrowed his eyebrows. "Who?" Grantaire gestured to the painting that hung behind him. "Oh, right."

"It's just that, my friend and I are on a journey to find the lost prince. He was lost after this place was attacked. His brother's been looking for him for the past two weeks. My friend and I were thinking that once we find the real Enjolras, we'll take him to Paris and reunite him with his brother."

"Paris?"

"Yep." Grantaire said, spinning on his heels. "It's a beautiful place. Perfect place to just get away from it all, know what I mean? We're getting a train there."

"Wouldn't have a spare ticket would you?"

Grantaire shrugged. "Well, we've only got three. One for me, one for Courf' and of course, one for Enjolras…although, looking at you now, there's a possibility that you could be him. I mean, you've got the Romanov eyes. The hair. The looks."

"You're not seriously suggesting I'm a prince right?" Julien said with a 'you must be joking' tone.

Courfeyrac smirked. "Well, if you don't remember any of your past, there is a possibility that you ARE in fact, a Romanov."

Julien raised an eyebrow. "Ok, I don't care how much I look like the guy. I'm no prince."

Grantaire shrugged. "Well, if that's the case, we can't take you to Paris. Sorry. See you around." Grantaire walked over to Courfeyrac and slung an arm over his shoulder. "3…2…1"

They started to walk out when they heard Julien call. "Wait a second."

Grantaire and Courfeyrac turned around. "Ummhmm?" Grantaire said, casually.

"Ok, so-on-the-off chance-that-I-actually-am-this-Enjolras-guy-and-it-turns-out-that-I-actually-do-have-a-family-either-way-it's-a-win-win-situation-because-I'll-be-able-to-go-to-Paris. So I guess what I'm saying is that I could-maybe-possibly be Enjolras. If I am that's great, if not I don't care, but whatever." Enjolras spoke so fast that Grantaire almost didn't catch it.

"…So…I guess you're coming to Paris with us then?"

Oxo

Combeferre sat at his study desk with his head resting on the surface of the table. His grandmother tiptoed in and said, "'Ferre, another person has come to see you. He claims to-"

"Be Enjolras I know. It's the 20th one today…" Combeferre started hitting his head on the desk in front of him with frustration. "I'm. Never. Going. To. Find. Him."

"Calm down dear. It'll be ok."

"No it won't. Every time, it's a new imposter. It's literally tearing my own heart out of my chest." Combeferre said, shaking his head. "I can't go through this anymore…"

His grandmother walked over and wrapped an arm around him. "I know this is tough…but if you really want to find Enjolras, you've got to have faith in him to come forward. Everyone knows that you're looking for him…in time, Enjolras will come."

Combeferre sighed. "…You're right…thank you." His grandmother smiled and kissed him on the cheek. He straightened up and adjusted his glasses. He then cleared his throat. "Send him in."

Oxo

"I'm a genius! I'm an actual genius!" Grantaire said, prancing around his apartment.

"Ok, I'll admit, it went pretty smoothly." Courfeyrac said with a smile.

"This is great! Not only do we have the perfect Enjolras, but he also doesn't know we're conmen. If we play our cards right, maybe we can convince him that he actually IS Enjolras. We won't even have to give him a share of the reward money."

"A toast to the good life!" They clanked their wine glasses together and gulped it down.

"Tomorrow, we're off!"