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Soon, the seemingly long day turned into night, and Enjolras was starting get a tad bit worried.

The feeling of worry surprised him, worrying had never really been in his list of feelings, or vocabulary for that matter. The only time he had experienced it was when he was seven years old, and was worried for Combeferre's sake, who had climbed up an exceedingly tall tree and planned to jump. However, maybe it was the fact that Marius was completely delirious, or the fact that it had been over five hours since the dark haired girl, the one with the hoarse voice had not returned. She said she would be back soon, and soon had long past.

"Marius," He snapped, as he had little patience since the rebellion failed. "I'll get you Colette, if you stop mumbling gibberish." Enjolras cast a glance towards the door, and then back to Marius.

Marius did not respond, instead, fell over in his seat and starting coughing as we did earlier, his face getting more pale by the moment. "What?" He croaked out, his hands fumbling for the table to prop himself up as his eyes lit up with hope. "Cosette? My lovely Lark? Oh Enjolras, you don't know how happy that'll make me!"

He couldn't take anymore of the dumb romance. Why did people even bother with trivial stuff like love?! "Yes, yes Marius, I'll get her," Enjolras said quickly, waving his hand rather dismissively.

Marius's face twisted into a grand smile, and with that and his eyes alight, he looked much better, though his face was practically white. "My dear Enjolras, thank you! Thank you very much!"

Enjorlas nodded without saying a word, grabbing his rifle at the same time. How he was going to find Cosette he did not know, and with any luck, she would wander straight into him and ask for Marius. Unfortunately, that would probably not happen and Marius would die (well...) and Eponine would be lost on the streets forever... And then the only things Enjolras would have for company were his books and his love for this fair country... Speaking of which, the Café had no books, and he was about to go insane with the prospect of nothing to do. "I'll be back," He muttered.

He slammed the door behind him, taking in the cool air. Enjolras turned his back to the streets and looked on at the Café, but his doubts were dismissed within a heartbeat. That miserable girl was of much more importantance that his probably true theories. And plus, Eponine knew Marius better, and most likely loved him. Yes he saw it, it was pretty obvious after all.

Enjolras started scouring the streets, hoping to catch a glance of anybody he knew, even Grantaire, that damn skeptic drunk... if he was still alive. Why did he leave him to die anyways?! However, Eponine was more important at the moment, and whilst he thought her a bit annoying, she was still a person all the same, a person who knew her way about the city, as Marius had claimed earlier to him. His thoughts being cut off from Eponine, he wondered to himself why they didn't exit their safe haven sooner. The streets were just lonesome, that's all. They could've gone to his nice flat. Then again, Enjolras wasn't sure he wanted blood splattered all over his dusty couch and carpet.

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Eponine was being hauled away by none other than the flat nosed, Inspector Javert.

His grip was firm and tight on her, his eyes cast straightforward, never flickering to Eponine's or anywhere else for that matter. Eponine had given up trying to break free from him ages ago, so now her feet were just skidding along the ground, hoping that it would somewhat delay the Inspector and perhaps someone, Marius hopefully if he was better, could come and rescue her. Of course, Marius was still collasping with every step he took.

A strong stench filled the air as Eponine asked, or stuttered was more like it, "Inspector, w-why in the world are you after m-my father?"

She knew the answer even before he opened his mouth.

"Well," Javert started off in a voice that was just full of hate. "I was ruined by a man named Jean Valjean. You know him?"

Eponine shook her head no. Marius did consistantly mumble his name, how he knew the man she had no clue. The two had slowed down now, due to the conversation she had somewhat started up. However, his grip hadn't loosened.

"He ruined me. I felt near death, that is, before I saw your gruesome looking father and his little gang robbing some left over corpses that hadn't been removed from the streets, and later that day, I saw them simply just plain out rob a house. I am the law, and I am determined to put a stop to them and have them arrested. What's better than having his brat spill everything?"

Well that conversation was done for as Eponine tried to protest, but thought against it.

Five minutes later, Eponine was sitting in a rough, wooden chair, while Javert busied himself with rifling through papers, muttering to himself as Eponine watched him cautiously, she could feel fear arising in the pit of her stomach, her face most likely pale. Why in the world was she so afraid of the Inspector? Maybe because Marius detested him so, as the rest of Les Amis, especially Gavroche? No, she was just going a bit soft ever since Marius had been with her, no Cosette to distract him, even if he was moaning about her.

This small office of Javert certainly was somewhat intimidating, Eponine decided. However, I've survived the barricades and seen plenty of deaths, so this should be nothing. Confidence 'Ponine, just confidence. That's really all you need.

"Tell me," Javert barked, whirling around. "What do you know about your father?"

"He's my father, his last name is Thénardier, along with mine. He's married to my mother, and they used to run an inn of some sort-

"Don't be cheeky with me girl," Javert snarled, raising his voice rather loudly, making Eponine slightly flinch. However, inhaling, she directly made eye contact with him, glaring.

"Just please Inspector," Eponine said in response, still glaring but now slightly frowning. "Let me go, I have a sick friend, he was shot and now he's recovering, but still very sick and ill, I just need to help him please, I beg of you! I can't stay very long here, I've already been out long enough! Please! He- he needs me, and... and..."

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