"Well, what now?"

Grantaire's hands toyed with Enjolras' hair as his head was laid on his chest, the two of them together laying on the top of a slope, a slight wind breezing against them softly, caressing Grantaire's cheek and ruffling Enjolras' hair before settling again. Whatever time had passed had been spent with whispered words into each other's ears, kisses shared between them, delicate embraces accompanied with sweet nothings that barely went through one ear and came out the other before another one took its place. For the first time since the both of them had died, they had found something that they had been searching for since their last light. Grantaire's eyes gazed upwards at the sky that seemed to ripple and glow, his fingers moving to stroke Enjolras' skin softly as they moved from the beauty of the blending colours to rest on Enjolras, and a gentle smile spread its way across his face.

"I'll be honest with you, Apollo," he said softly, gently lifting Enjolras' head from his chest and moving so that he was laying on his side, his dark eyes gazing into Enjolras' eyes of crystal, blue, bright, and beautiful, as he searched for the words that he didn't want to say. "I don't know. I'm a realist, not a philosopher, and I just think we wait until something comes along that means we can work out what to do." Leaning himself on his elbow, digging into the soft ground but not dirtying his shirt sleeve, his free arm reached out and held his hand out to take Enjolras' again, before pulling him over and rolling him onto his other side to hold him in a gentle hug, his cheek leaning into his collarbone, putting light kisses on his skin, enjoying the slight shivers that shook through the blonde's body as he held him close.

They were together, just the two of them, alone, close, together, and it was more than Grantaire could have ever asked for. Just the two of them. He would never have expected it to even come close to this, but in a few short moments, minutes, seconds, milliseconds, it had gone past so quickly he couldn't even keep a hold of it, they had become this, and it was pure magic. But to them both, the inevitable question still remained; where were the others? Bahorel, Combeferre, Courfeyrac, Feuilly, Jehan? Eponine, Gavroche? Where were the others, and would they, if ever, see them again?

Grantaire knew it was harder for Enjolras than it was for him. The blonde had practically grown up with those people, especially with Courfeyrac and Combeferre, and it was probably tearing him apart inside just from the fear and wonder as to where his best friends were. From the cynic's eyes, he saw what the leader really was. Although Enjolras was an idealist, a dangerous, passionate idealist, with dreams for a better world and ideas that could even change it, he had such a fierce loyalty it was impossible to ignore. Enjolras had given them the chance to leave so that their lives wouldn't be part of the cost that had been building up. Enjolras had taken lives but he had given everyone the chance to make sure that some of them were saved. And yet, everyone, even Grantaire, had stayed. Grantaire knew Enjolras inside out, like someone he would paint onto a canvas. And it was beautiful, because Enjolras was passionate. He was passionate, loyal, fierce, vicious, dangerous, idealistic, strong, determined, and everyone was drawn to him like moths to a flame. A cliché analogy, Grantaire knew, but it was true. Enjolras was a shining light in a dark world, and nothing more than that to what he was to Grantaire.

And that was why Grantaire was willing to try and find his friends, even though he wanted more than anything to continue having Enjolras to himself.

"Come on," he said, taking Enjolras' hand and standing, helping the blonde stand alongside him. When the confused look was thrown his way, Grantaire shrugged, giving his angel a small, kind smile. "We might as well go looking. Who knows what we'll find in this place. Hell, if we wished it they'd probably turn up with all their posters and flowers and all of their crappy pretty stuff." The comment made Enjolras laugh and squeeze Grantaire's hand gently. The two of them set off back down the hill, occasionally running and trying not to trip over each other's feet, no destination and no direction in mind, just an aimless, wandering search to try and find their friends and brothers in arms.

They just kept walking. They even turned and went back to where the main town was, the main streets and where the church had been, hoping to find something that would even offer them a small hint, not just being their friends and just being there. It was making Grantaire slowly more irritable and losing hope when Enjolras suddenly broke away from him and started to run. The dark-haired man stared after the other in shock before he started running after him, trying not to lose sight of him, when he heard an almighty shout go up and cries of surprise, as well as their names.

"Enjolras! Grantaire! You're here!"

Grantaire burst through the doors of the cafe, to find it full to the brim of the Amis like it had been before, so long ago which had only been a matter of hours, days, ago. A small bundle attacked his waist and Grantaire hefted up a clean, brightly smiling Gavroche onto his shoulder, and Grantaire couldn't help but laugh at the sight. Rather than being stained by their own blood and tattered to pieces by muskets, the boys that surrounded their leader and their cynic were whole, with their kind smiles and innocent eyes, clean shirts and trousers and shoes, and were just whole. Even Eponine, brave, reckless Eponine, donned a pretty dress and her hair fell down her shoulders in voluminous waves. The Amis were back together, and they were one.

The friends spent the next... well, who knew how long it was, but they spent the next period of time just talking and laughing together about nonsensical things, even if the main topic of conversation was mainly how Enjolras and Grantaire 'finally got over themselves and got together'. Courfeyrac had earned a slap on both sides from both men for that one, but it was good-natured. At least, until a bright light entered the cafe, surprising everyone into silence.

The light took no form, but instead took on a voice, a voice that resonated through the cafe into everyone's ears. "You boys... woman," the voice declared, leaving them no room to speak or even do anything. "You young souls tried to commit something big, something massive. Something that was doomed from the start –" Grantaire gave Enjolras a slight smile at that, as their fingers snaked together and squeezed. "- but took a lot of courage to do. You... you will be given a choice."

Finally, Enjolras, being the leader that he was, stepped forward, leaving Grantaire behind him. "Choice?" he asked, looking around at his friends and lingered on Grantaire before looking back towards the glowing light in the centre of the room. "What choice is that?"

"The choice," the voice continued, addressing everyone in the room, "is to move on into the afterlife as many people do. The second option is to have your souls reborn, where you will all meet again – in another place and time, without a great divide. There will be nothing to stand up for on such a grand scale. You will meet again and your friendship will be rekindled throughout time, throughout history. Your souls are always destined to meet," the voice paused, as if shrugging. "It is just how it has been written." Again, the voice stopped. "It is a choice you can all make separately, but of course... if one chose one ending and another soul chose the other, they will not meet."

At that, Grantaire stared at the back of Enjolras' head in horror. He already had his heart set, but what if Enjolras chose another?

One by one, as the final decision set in, everyone stepped forward and addressed what they wanted. When the decision was made, they faded in glowing lights, faded until the only people left were Enjolras and Grantaire. Grantaire tucked his thumbs in his pockets as he looked at the blonde male nervously, before swallowing.

"I... want to go back."

Both of them looked to each other, Enjolras in shock and Grantaire in acceptance. "I want to go back, Apollo," he said quietly. "I don't think I'm done yet. I want to leave a mark on the world. Do you understand that? Like you did."

Enjolras shook his head once. "I wanted to go on," he murmured, choked. "I thought... it could just be us." The strong man that Grantaire knew had been brought down by this simple choice, and the cynic's heart ached for him.

"It's okay, Apollo," he smiled lightly, leaning forward to kiss his lips lightly as he started to shine. "We're supposed to meet again anyway, right? I'll just see you in the afterlife another time. I won't forget you, you know. You're impossible... to forget." Grantaire looked down at his hands that were now glowing brightly, small orbs of light floating from his skin as he started to fade like his friends had before. "Remember I love you. Even if you don't come with us... we'll be there when you come back," Grantaire smiled once again as he started to disappear.

"No, R! No!" Enjolras cried. "No! I want to go with you! Let me go with him!" The decision was made, even if Enjolras thought it was too late. Grantaire knew differently.

"I'll see you there, Apollo. I'll see you at the barricade." Grantaire's fingers lifted into a short wave as he finally dissipated. And Enjolras started to shine with the rest of them.

They would meet, in another time.

Well, here's the end. I think I'll leave it up to you guys if you'd like a second story, where they do meet again, but you can leave it just as this if you think I'd kill it ^^ I value opinions, so please leave a review!

Thanks to everyone who followed this very short fanfiction, I love you guys for it! And the people who reviewed, too! I'm sorry this took so long, I was drowning in exams

Love, hanny~