Hey guys! here's chapter 3!

I'm back to school at the moment and it's getting a bit harder to upload now, what with studies and stuff.

I tried my best out of the situation, so please enjoy!

Oh, and thanks to Feuilly(again) and Jade for the reviews!

DISCLAIMER : I don't own anything... it's so sad :(


/Chapter 3/

"Um, hello?" A creak issued from the door. "May I...?" it was a voice that was unfamiliar to Gavroche. It was a girl's voice and what chance had he had to meet girls in the barricade? Well, except 'Ponine. He added as an afterthought. But she didn't count. Eponine was his own sister, for crying out loud.

"S'not like it makes any difference, ain't it? Come in anyway." She entered, and Gavroche was suddenly so sure that it was a complete stranger. She was obviously a wealthy kid by the looks of it, and all he'd been doing was fight for the death of them. She had light brown hair and eyes of bright blue. Her hair hung down long, almost to her waist and glinting slightly in the white light. Her eyes were somewhat familiar, but he couldn't place it. He also noticed that her dress was dead plain; not the lacy, frilly pieces of cloth that he was used to seeing in the streets. But even so, the rosiness and pale shining of her cheeks were obvious. She had grown up, well fed and cared for. It made him think of how he himself looked like. Hollow cheeks, skin that looked like yellowed paper and always being underfed. Serious contrast, he thought.

The girl sat down at the stool near the bed –What the hell, even that stool's white! – And smiled shyly at him. Gavroche couldn't help but smile back, and was hastily trying to wipe up his tear trails without screaming when she spoke.

"Well, um, hello." She asked tentatively, as though she was afraid of hurting his feelings.

"Um, 'ello." Gavroche couldn't come up with a better answer.

The girl smiled real kindly before she spoke again. "Uh, well, you're probably confused, so I'll explain a bit before anything. My name's Gabrielle. I, um, brought you from the barricade where I found you. You were alive, so I brought you here for recovery. So, what's your name?" She flushed, as though regretting not asking the question sooner. Gavroche just sat there, feeling more miserable than ever now that it was sure that he was alive.

"I'm Gavroche; Gavroche Thenadier. Um, 'ow serious are me wounds?" He asked, a little rudely. Gabrielle's smile faltered in the slightest. Maybe she'd thought that he'd be more grateful of the fact that he was alive. If she had, she was way wrong. He didn't like being alive, not alone, anyway. He didn't even understand why she had brought him back. No matter how stupid and ignorant she might be, no one could have ignored the fact that the students in the barricade had been fighting for the downfall of the powerful rich men. This girl was obviously related in some way or other with them. He was lost in thought when she spoke again.

"Well, according to the nurse, you were shot quite a lot of times – more than most of the corpses that were found after the battle." Her speech was getting faster – it was probably obvious that Gavroche was more interested in this part of the dialogue, and she was definitely willing to keep him interested. "You were shot in the right shoulder, stomach, another just above your pelvis; also, one grazed your left cheek, and near your left chest, where the bullet missed the heart by half of an inch. Oh, and you broke your leg." She patted his cast, and Gavroche grimaced. She winced as well, afraid of hurting him.

"Sorry! Oh, and for your knowledge, uh, your leg broke because of me." She bowed her head, as though confessing to a crime. Gavroche was only too miserable to be angry. She dared a look at his face underneath her long lashes, and when she noticed that he wasn't angry, she spoke again.

"I'm really, really, sorry about it. I just lost grip on you when I was coming up the stairs, and….. Well, you probably understand what happened next. I'm really sorry."

"Well, almost figured tha' out by m'self. Otherwise, why'd my leg 'urt like 'ell? Oh, and 'ow come you came and rescued me? See, you migh' not 'ave noticed, but I've been fightin' for the downfall of you people." His feelings grew more and more confused as her face stretched into an even wider grin.

"Oh, no, you haven't been. Actually, you've been fighting with all your might for my family and me. Well, for grandpa mostly, but seeing that as my family all take same political views…." Her voice faltered at the end, but it was only because she was lost in thought. Gavroche thought that he'd seen a drop of tear twinkle at her eye, but it disappeared immediately so it probably didn't exist in the first place. Other than that, Gavroche was simply confused. The Amis had been fighting for the views of her family? Was this place a home of one of the students? But the girl had said 'for grandpa mostly' and surely that meant that her grandfather was related in the rebellion. The only old people who had showed up at the barricade were Cosette's grandpa and that spy, Javert. He was out of ideas, and decided to ask her.

"We've been fightin' for your family's views? 'Fraid I don't get it. Exactly wha' family are yours? Don't believe I've met your face before." He studied the girl's features again. Definitely none of her traits matched those of the Amis. She smiled again.

"Well, some of your friends might notice my eyes. It looks exactly like grandpa. But, seeing as you probably never saw my grandpa….." She lowered her eyes, as though confessing to something wrong and dangerous. She kept her gaze on the ground when her lips opened.

"My full name is Gabrielle Lamarque."


Liked it? hope you guys did.

I just came up with the Lamarque idea. you know, he's supposed to be this important person in the musical, but he hardly ever shows up :)

R&R if you read this! lol