A/N: Look, another oneshot!

These are more fun to do. I mean, it's harder to get into actual character in a large story, but here I can let them be who they are and let the story run where it will.

This is mostly Courfeyrac, which some Combeferre confliction as well. Set at the very very end of my main story and the beginning of the sequel. Everything is mostly explained though so it doesn't matter.

Remember When It Rained

Wash away the thoughts inside
That keep my mind away from you...

Silence. Never had a silence weighed so heavily in the air, yet there it was. There, on the field of flattened grass, in the aftermath of an explosion. One that had shook the entire area surrounding; the trees, the castle, the few groups in the woods who at the very same time felt the barrier keeping them at bay disintegrate, and they were cheered. But still, it was silent. And there was no cheer left when they got to the clearing in the trees and saw the sight that awaited them there. The oppressive silence was broken only by a sort of choked gasp coming from a young man with brown hair and spectacles on his pale face. Next to him, a younger man's hazel eyes widened in horror as they dashed forward, along with the mall band of friends that had followed to see the results of the awful battle they knew to be taking place. The bespectacled man knelt by one of the three figures, unable to stop his choked sob.

"Oh God, oh no, no…."

"Kira!"

A young woman with bright red hair darted forward, crouching by the side of the young blonde woman who lay beside him. The young man and woman were both completely motionless, and a quick told her that it was just as she had feared.

"'Ferre…oh, God, oh God, it's happened, it's happened again….why…"

"Is Nicolas…is he..?" The hazel eyed man, Feuilly, stood a foot away, trembling as he stared at the pair on the ground. Combeferre just shook his head, his voice almost inaudible when he replied.

"No, I don't think…I mean, I think he might be alive, for now, but…I…." he looked up at the red-haired girl, who was sobbing quietly, not bothering to hide it. "Kira…Kira is…"

"I know…" Feuilly replied, bowing his head and shivering. "Why...how could this happen…."

"I don't know, Feuilly." Combeferre replied, regaining his composure as he carefully lifted his immobile friend off the ground. "I don't know what happened here. All I know is that if I don't get him back soon, Courfeyrac will be lost too. I can't let that happen; you know that."

Feuilly looked back up to see Combeferre moving off, his head bowed so his hair shaded his face, but he knew the sorrow that would likely be written on his friend's face. He frowned, shaking as he looked back down at Kira, and he couldn't stop the tear that trickled down his check. Redweila just glanced up at him, the tearstains on her own cheeks shining in the faint light.

"M. Feuilly…go get her parents, please…they should kn-know…" she bowed her head again, adding faintly. "At least she won. She finally won….after 24 years she's finally won….oh, Kira…"

Feuilly retreated as she dissolved into fresh tears, wiping his eyes to stop any that might try and escape out of his own.

"Courfeyrac! Oh, thank the heaven's you've finally awoken!"

Combeferre flung his arms around his friend's neck, being careful not to jolt him overmuch. Courfeyrac just stared forward with dull grey eyes, seemingly unseeing. Combeferre held him out at arm's length, gazing at him worriedly.

"Courfeyrac?"

There was no response, only silence: Combeferre became increasingly worried. It was as uncharacteristic as his friend could get, and it frightened him immensely; he grabbed his friends shoulders in a tight grip and repeated.

"Courfeyrac? Courfeyrac, answer me."

He still just stayed silent, his gaze unfocused, seeming not even to register Combeferre's loudening voice, nor those of the two others who entered the room upon hearing the voice.

"Combeferre? What's wrong?" Enjolras stared at them, his normally expressionless face twisting in surprise when he saw Courfeyrac and Combeferre's scared expression.

"I don't know. I don't know, I just…I can't get him to respond. It's like he's not even there…."

No more love and no more pride
And thoughts are all I have to do….

"What do you mean? Nicolas?" Feuilly knelt by the bedside by Combeferre, and grabbed one of Courfeyrac's pale hands. Courfeyrac's face showed no signs he felt the touch, and the voice didn't faze him either. Feuilly looked up at Combeferre, his eyes widening.

"What's happened? Why is he like this?"

"I don't know." Combeferre replied quietly, shaking his head as he stood up, releasing Courfeyrac's shoulders. "I don't know…I mean, it could be from the shock, perhaps or…" he gazed sadly at the black-haired man on the bed. "Maybe I missed something…maybe he hit his head or…"

"Or maybe he's just in shock." Enjolras said, sighing. "You don't need to always have the answer, Combeferre. Sometimes it could just be that it's emotional rather than something you can simply fix with medicine."

"But then…then how am I supposed to help him?" Combeferre said faintly, bowing his head. "There has to be something I can do, anything…"

"Sometimes there just isn't."

Yuki Sohma walked in, his purple eyes not even flickering when he saw Courfeyrac's blank face. Combeferre turned, glaring at him.

"What the hell do you know?"

"Calm yourself, Combeferre." Enjolras warned, touching his friend's shoulder in a rare show of concern. Combeferre took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh, but his eyes were still harsh when he looked at Yuki.

"I suggest you get out of here: you've caused them enough trouble as it is."

"I can't help it if Kira-"

Feuilly gasped aloud as Courfeyrac's head shot up, turning to stare at Yuki, his eyes finally flickering to life at the sound of the name. Combeferre knelt back beside him.

"Courfeyrac? Are you alright?"

He turned back to gaze at Combeferre, his face still empty of emotion, but his grey eyes were sorrowful as he shook his head. Combeferre frowned worriedly. "Won't you talk?" another shake of the head. "Whyever not?"

Courfeyrac just shook his head, lying back on the pillows and shutting his eyes, but he wasn't fooling Combeferre. Said man stood back up, scowling.

"Nicolas Courfeyrac, this is ridiculous. Why won't you talk to me?"

Courfeyrac opened his eyes again, staring at the ceiling, ignoring his best friend's pleas. Combeferre opened his mouth to yell again, but was stopped by the sight of a lone tear making its way down Courfeyrac's pale cheek, unnoticed by its owner. He closed his mouth and bit his lip, biting back any angry lecture he had been about to say.

"I'm sorry. I…I'll leave you alone for now. Yes, then, ah…come on, everyone. Let's leave him to rest for a few days."

"It's not going to change anything, Combeferre." Feuilly whispered as he stood to leave, and Combeferre didn't look back at him as he walked out of the room.

"You don't know that. Come along, gentlemen: let's leave Monsieur de Courfeyrac to his well-deserved rest."

"Combeferre!" Enjolras said sharply as he followed him out of the room, glancing back to see the briefest glimpse of pain in Courfeyrac's eyes before Feuilly, the last one out, shut the door. "That was uncalled for."

"I…I know." Combeferre sighed wearily, leaning back against the wall, removing his spectacles and rubbing his temples. "I know, I…I should never let my emotions get such a hold over me. I'm sorry."

"I know you're upset, mon ami, but it's not your fault that this has happened. Courfeyrac had just undergone an awful tragedy. It's only logical that he react so badly." Enjolras said kindly, and Combeferre just gave a strained laugh.

"I know. I know, and I was still such a jerk to him." He sighed. "I don't know what came over me…"

"Stress?" Feuilly quipped quietly, smiling wanly. "You've hardly slept a wink for days, 'Ferre. You should rest, especially now that Nicolas has woken up. There's no need for you to run yourself ragged like this."

"I'm perfectly alright, thank you." Combeferre retorted, shaking his head. "There are others I still must attend to still. I don't need much sleep anyways."

"Yes you do." Enjolras sighed. "And there are others with sufficient medical knowledge that could look after them. Please take a rest before you snap and do something you may regret."

"I…" Combeferre suppressed a yawn, shaking his head again. "Not yet. There are still some things I need to check."

"Combeferre-"

"Please, Enjolras." Combeferre turned walking down the hallway that led towards the main hall. The other three men watched, and Yuki snorted, causing Feuilly to glare.

"Why do you always have to be so rude to them, Yuki?"

Yuki just shrugged, rolling his eyes as he made his way back down the opposite way from the one Combeferre had taken. Feuilly glared after him, and Enjolras just rolled his eyes toward the ceiling, shaking his head in disgust.

"I never liked him from the beginning. I don't believe we can trust him."

"I…" Feuilly sighed. "I don't know…I mean, I want to trust him, because K-Kira trusted him. She thought he was good…"

"He seems to be an annoying git to me." Enjolras muttered, shaking his head once again as he followed Combeferre's path, leaving Feuilly alone in the hall. He sighed, rubbing his eyes wearily then gazing out the nearest window. "Oh, Kira…why'd you have to go? Why…why couldn't you have chosen to ignore it? Why'd you have to do it, knowing…?"

He sighed again deeply, rubbing his eyes one last time before heading off after his friends, with one last lingering glance at the door behind which Courfeyrac lay, still staring at the ceiling blankly.

Oh, remember when it rained...
I Felt the ground, and looked up high
And called your name…

It was dark and quiet on the roof, and the silent rain caused a film of water over the stone. Feuilly shivered, wiping his face and gazing out over the rooftop. He was surprised, however, when he saw a dark shape near the edge of the rooftop. He stood from his crouched position, walking over quietly and stealthily next to the wall. He gasped when he recognized the long black hair that dripped as it shielded the pale face of Courfeyrac.

"Co-"

He stopped himself short when he saw the suffering on Courfeyrac's normally blank face. It was the first emotion he had seen since before that night now two months ago, and it was enough to make him freeze. He could tell the thoughts running through his friend's mind just by the look in his grey eyes, for once alive and filled with pain.

Oh, remember when it rained...
In the darkness I remain…

"Oh, Courfeyrac…" he whispered, and then his heart leapt to his throat when he noticed the sudden determination in the grey eyes and the foot that lifted off of the stone and into the empty air below. "Oh, God in Heaven…"

Courfeyrac shut his eyes. Feuilly choked, but then burst out loudly.

"Stop!"

Courfeyrac jolted, stepping backwards instinctively, his eyes flying open as he stared down at the darkness below. His mouth opened, but then he just shut it, shaking his head regretfully. Feuilly could see the self-hate written on his friend's face, likely for the folly he had almost committed. Or, at least that's what he hoped it was for. He took a deep breath, letting it out in a relieved sigh as Courfeyrac backed off from the edge of the roof, his face slowly molding back to its previous blankness, but there was no longer that desperate glint in his eyes, that longing…Feuilly shook his head, backing off towards the stairs before Courfeyrac became curious about the voice that had saved his life. HE swiped at his eyes, muttering to convince himself.

"Stupid rain…"

Tears of hope run down my skin.
Tears for you that will not dry...
They magnify the one within,
And let the outside slowly die...

"'Ferre! Kira, she's!"

"I know, Feuilly…"

Combeferre halted Feuilly's frantic run by putting his hands on his shoulders. Feuilly's eyes were full of tears as he looked up at his bespectacled friend, and was surprised to see the slight redness in his brown eyes as well. He blinked his eyes, and then scrubbed at them.

"She came to you too?" Combeferre nodded, and Feuilly just sighed, but there was a faint smile on his face. "I was surprised, of course. I mean, I thought I was dreaming…I know she's dead, but then I heard her voice, and…"

"Don't start hoping, Feuilly: she isn't back, it's a one night thing, I know she told you."

"Yeah, she did." Feuilly smiled somberly and Combeferre removed his arms. "But…maybe, if she does indeed see Nicolas…maybe…just maybe he can finally break free from his silence."

"It would be a relief, after a whole year…" Combeferre sighed, shaking his head. "Anyway, she said she won't go see him. But I will; I have a feeling that he's back in that room again, probably not crying: I've yet to see him do that this whole time. Guess that can't be said for me." He added bitterly as he headed off down the hallway toward the room Kira and Courfeyrac had once shared. Feuilly just shook his head sadly, heading the opposite way towards the stairs that lead to the roof.

Courfeyrac was curled up on the large four poster bed that was once Kira's, a replica of the one that had been her parents' so many years before. He buried his head in his folded arms, forcing himself not to think, not to remember…no, he never wanted to remember that day. He wished for the whole year that had passed the same thing, but to no avail: indeed, it was the only thing he could think about. Any moment of the day, his mind was not far from it, from the awful truth of the death of his beloved wife…he buried his head deeper, willing himself to stop thinking. He couldn't show anything, couldn't let them see his sadness, his guilt. It would only burden them more, he didn't want to be a burden, he only wanted….

A thump, the sound of muffled curses, and then a deep sigh startled him from his thoughts. He looked up, and his heart quite literally stopped beating for a second when he saw the figure crouched in the middle of the room. The person gasped, stepping back towards the balcony doors.

"C-Courfeyrac?"

He blinked, just gaping, completely frozen. The figure back off further, saying shakily.

"Um, I'll just be leaving…um…"

HE suddenly leapt from the bed, darting across the room and throwing his arms around the angelic figure of his wife. Kira froze, then sighed mournfully.

"Courfeyrac, I-I'm not back. Seriously, I was just trying to leave…"

He shook his head mutely, burying his head into her shoulder and breathing in deeply. She sighed again, muttering in somewhat annoyance.

"It's help if you talked, dear. It-it's killing me, seeing you like this."

She felt him wince, and then he surprised her by omitting a small, hoarse whisper.

"I'm sorry…"

She pulled back, staring at him with an open mouth as he just bowed his head, but she could see sorrowful grey eyes peering up at her through his black bangs. She scowled.

"You are not allowed to apologize, Nicolas Courfeyrac. Absolutely not: none of this was because of you. It's my own stupidity that led to this, not yours."

He opened his mouth to argue, but then just shut it and shook his head firmly. Kira groaned in exasperation, staring at her forlorn husband.

"I can't leave you like this, Courfeyrac, but…I have no choice. I must leave, in fact…" she glanced up at the small clock on the wall and swore vehemently. "Now! I have to leave, Courfeyrac…damn it all…" she gazed at him sadly before turning and opening the door to the balcony, letting in a draft of cold air. Courfeyrac was frozen for a second, but he then grabbed her arm as she attempted to walk out. She stopped, then sighed and turned slightly.

"Courfeyrac, I have to leave. My time here has run out: I'm sorry…" she whispered mournfully. "I don't want to leave. In all honesty, I wish I could just come back to stay, but I can't, and I absolutely will not let you guys make the same stupid mistake I did, alright?"

Courfeyrac just gripped her arm desperately, shaking his head furiously, causing her to groan again.

"Courfeyrac, I have to go. Id, I'm sorry…" she tugged her arm out sharply, and then darted forward, leaping smoothly onto the railing and prepared to take off, her angel's wings fluttering in readiness. Courfeyrac stumbled after her, reaching out, and she just stared down at him, smiling sadly.

"I'm sorry, Courfeyrac…this is goodbye…"

And then she leapt up into the starry night, her wings fluttering and carrying her off into the sky. Courfeyrac was left alone on the balcony, his grey eyes wide and filled with a sudden burst of emotion. He dropped to his knees…

And then he screamed.

Oh, remember when it rained...
I felt the ground and looked up high
And called your name….

Combeferre was just passing the room in his search for Courfeyrac when he heard the scream, a scream so sad that it was painful to hear, especially in such a familiar voice. He froze for a second before throwing open the door to the room and rushing inside. He glanced around furtively, and then saw the source of the now dying scream curled up on the balcony, the door to which was flung wide open, the curtains left fluttering madly in the cold wind. He rushed over to Courfeyrac's side, and was shocked to see tears streaming down his friend's abnormally pale cheeks, his thin shoulders shaking madly as he sobbed. He put his arms around him, pulling Courfeyrac to him just as Redweila stepped inot the room. He mouthed at her to close the door as he began rocking his crying friend gently, shushing him soothingly.

"What happened? She whispered, her burgundy eyes wide at the sight of Courfeyrac. Combeferre hesitated in telling her, but he didn't have to: Courfeyrac surprised them both by replying hoarsely.

"Kira…it…Kira…she…she was…wings…"

"Shh…" Combeferre soothed as Courfeyrac dissolved into broken tears. Redweila just gaped, staring at Combeferre.

"What's going on? What is he talking about?"

"Kira...she came back. As an angel."

Redweila paled, and Courfeyrac just choked, sobbing even more heavily as she whispered.

"How…why…she…" she shook her head, slumping onto the bed and burying her head in her hands. Combeferre bowed his head, hugging Courfeyrac close to him. Courfeyrac was crying, occasionally choking out a word or two in a broken voice that tore at Combeferre's heart, but at the same time he was just so glad to hear it once more. Redweila stayed mostly silent for a minute before she asked quietly.

"What happened? Wh-why did she come back?"

"She wanted to clear up some things. Wanted to make sure we're all alright…"

"Alright?" Redweila repeated, snorting. "Why the hell would we be alright?"

"Redweila…" Combeferre sighed mournfully, and Courfeyrac just made a small choked noise. Combeferre hushed him quietly. "It's alright, Courfeyrac, everything's going to be alright…"

"No it's n-not." Courfeyrac sobbed. "It'll n-n-never be alright…she…I…"

"Courfeyrac…Kira didn't want you to do this to yourself. You have to be strong…."

"Why did she come back then?" Redweila interjected. Combeferre didn't look up; he just sighed and replied.

"Because she had to know. But she never meant for him to see her…she didn't want to hurt him like this, to hurt him any more…."

"No, I…I wanted to see her…" Courfeyrac pushed away from Combeferre slightly, scrubbing at his eyes. "I-I did…"

"Look at you, Courfeyrac." Redweila retorted. "How can you say what she caused was good?"

"Because a-at least…at least I'm talking again. I…I understand, now…sort of…" he smiled, and although it was obviously strained and sorrowful, it was the first smile they had seen from him the entire year that had passed since that day in the field. Combeferre pulled him back into a tight embrace, rocking as tears alighted in his own eyes.

"You're alright…you're really alright…"

Oh, Remember when it rained.
In the water I remain….

Courfeyrac shrugged, but more tears were building up in his eyes as he just stared at the dark night sky.

"I guess so."

Running down….
Running down….