AN: Again thanks for the reviews. I love you so much :3 I'm still thinking of what I'm going to do with the characters later on. Yo'll just have to wait and see. A question I was thinking of yesterday, would anyone like me to include Enjolras and the other friends of the ABC? Because some people prefer having him in the stories they read, it's just a suggestion if anyone would like that.

Anyway, hope you like this chapter, can't wait to get another one up :) xx

Disclaimer: I don't own Les Miserables.


Courfeyrac sprinted as he saw the Black door of the old apartment he shared with Montparnasse and Jehen coming into view. He only hesitated for a second before opening the door.

Courfeyrac's heavy breathing echoes around the apartment which looked more like a shack by now. The walls were mouldy in places, the bright wallpaper hanging loosely around as newspapers and used needles were strewn carelessly across the floor. Blankets and pillows were also scattered around. The only thing that looked remotely fresh was the clear footprints in the dust leading up the giant wooden staircase.

"Jehan!" Courfeyrac called out, the name echoing against the walls.

For a moment he heard nothing, before he heard a slight whimper at the top of the stairs. Courfeyrac immediately forced himself up the stairs. The door at the top of the staircase was made from a rotting mahogany.

Pushing the door open quicker than humanly possible, he looked around the room in search of his friend before he saw a small bunched up figure curled into themselves in a far corner.

From the small amount of light shining from a lamp on a table, Courfeyrac noticed an empty used needle by his feet, empty, but used nonetheless.

Looking at his friend a few meters away, he noticed dark circles under his wide eyes. The sparkling green seemed brighter than ever and his red hair looked disheveled. He was wearing an expression of fear when Courfeyrac walked through the door but that was then replaced with a bit of a grin.

Courfeyrac knew his mouth was probably wide open as he took in the scene before him, rushing into the corner and gently kneeling before the young poet.

"Jehan, what did you take?" Courfeyrac asked, taking the boy's head in his hands.

"D-dunno Courf but it's really nice. I haven't done this one before." The poet let out a little giggle and Courfeyrac glared at him before scooping the man in his arms, earning a smile from Jehan.

"Come on, I'm taking you back to the apartment then you're going to tell Grantaire how you're feeling. He'll know what your on." Courfeyrac said the last part mostly to himself than Jehan.

"Courf …" Jehan whispered.

Courfeyrac sighed before answering. "Yes Jehan?"

"I didn't mean to, this isn't my fault ya know … He made me do-" Jehan began before getting cut off by Courfeyrac.

"Jehan. Stop. We're not talking about this right now." He said without any emotion as he trailed all the way to his shared apartment.

The look of utter confusion plastered on Eponine's face will always stick in Courfeyrac's mind when he walked through their door.

"What the hell happened?!" She demanded, apparently finished with watching Sherlock as Graceland was now on the television.

Courfeyrac ignored the question aimed at them before making his way to Jehan's bedroom.

"Stay here." He whispered, kissing the man's forehead gently as he began to tremble.

A few minutes later, Courfeyrac returned with Grantaire.

"Hey mon petit poet. How you doin'?" Grantaire greeted softly, watching for the Jehan's reaction.

"'M doin' fine 'Taire." Jehan giggled before shivering and wrapping himself in his floral blanket.

"Good, I'm glad. Now tell me J, what are you feeling and what did you feel when you got high today?" Grantaire pressed on, watching as the poet thought for a moment.

"The only way I can describe it is like I had twenty orgasms at once and now I feel tired, I actually think I'm going to fall asleep soon-" Jehan told him.

"Heroin." Grantaire said simply before walking out of the room to give the two men some privacy.

Courfeyrac winced at the simplicity at which that one word was said. He looked into the poet's dilated pupils before putting his head in his hands and sighing.

"Why Jehan?" He whispered.

Jehen looked at the man before making no answer.

"Jehan … Remember how long it took us? Fourteen god damn stressful months! You went to rehab and Me, Ep and R supported you like good friends should. Why the hell did you do this?!" Courfeyrac cried, letting tears fall freely down his face.

"Did I do something wrong? Was it because of me snapping at you last night? Or is it just because you're too weak to do th-" He was interrupted.

"No." Jehan growled.

"You did nothing wrong. You lashing out at me last night was nothing to do with this. I told you it wasn't my fault, you either believe me or you don't." He said simply, looking straight ahead at the wall.

"Then why? What happened!?" Courfeyrac shouted, his voice getting louder.

"Nothing I'm going to tell you right now while you're being a jerk." Jehan pulled the blanket over his body before Courfeyrac stood up.

"Fine. Be an ass. I'm only trying to help." Courfeyrac replied coldly as he walked out of the door.

"Piss off." He said quietly before laying his head on the pillow and letting a blissful sleep surround him. Little did he know that in the other room, his roommates were arguing ...