Enjolras looked up at the stairs where Sophie was chasing little Gavroche. Even the most serious of the Amis couldn't hide a smile at the sight of a beautiful woman chasing a child.

"Who's that?" Courfeyrac asked, his eyebrows wiggling like a vaudeville villain. Courfeyrac was kind, generous and also a bit of a Casanova. He loved the company of beautiful women and wasn't ashamed to admit it. Grantaire shook his head.

"Not a chance Courf...she's Enjolras's amie. And by amie, I mean amour secret." He said with a mischievous wink to his leader. Enjolras shot a dirty look at him and stood on the table. "We're rallying outside of the home of General Lemarque today. Everyone knows what to do! Now let's hear the people sing!" Enjolras shouted.

"VIVE LE FRANCE!" The boys began to chant, taking flags and cockades. Sophie followed suit and grabbed a flag and pamphlets. Enjolras grabbed her by the elbow and led her along with him.

"You're coming with me." He said, smiling. Sophie grinned and began waving her flag. "VIVE LE FRANCE!" She called. Sophie smiled and waved the tricolor flag with pride, and the people around her responded to it. Enjolras took note of the absolute glow of rebellion ablaze about her. Her skin glittered with France. She wore a simple white shirt and a blue vest (with the cockade he had given her) over a pair of trousers, with a red scarf tied around her waist . At that moment, she was the embodiment of Patria.

The man whom she gave bread to, was soon following behind them, bringing his friends and family as well. Soon, people followed them all the way to General Lemarque's home.

"People of France! How long have you been treated like scum?! Lamarque is the only one who'll speak for the people! Where are the leaders of the land?!"

Sophie listened to Enjolras speak on and on about France, liberty and equality. He spoke with such conviction that had she been one of the 'fat ones' she'd probably convert to their side. She was definitely not a public speaker, and opted to pass out the pamphlets. Enjolras was like Apollo, healing the people with his powers of the sun. Shining the light of truth and revolution on them all.

Soon, everyone began to disperse, and Sophie was looking forward to kissing her revolutionary will all her might. That is, if she was allowed to call him hers...The sky had turned into a symphony of colors, orange and yellow and pink.

"Sophie Marie Lemieux!" Sophie heard a shrill voice shriek. Every fiber in her body froze. Oh no... She thought. Enjolras was just approaching her, gently touching her elbow, when she saw the earthly personification of satan storming over.

"Mother? What are you doing here?" Sophie felt her jaw move, but she wasn't aware that any words came out. Her mother was supposed to be in England, far away from her and her new life.

"What in God's name are you wearing? And what do you think you're doing?!" Her mother yelled, finally reaching Sophie. She turned a cold glare to Enjolras who stood there in shock. "May I help you sir?"

"Mother, this is-"

"I don't care who he is! He's not the man you were supposed to marry!" Her mother said, all but stomping her foot. This struck a nerve in Sophie who glared at her mother. If looks could kill...I'd be dead and her mother would be doubley dead... Enjolras thought.

"Mother. Will you shut up for a few moments so I can talk?" She snapped calmly. Mrs. Lemieux stopped talking abruptly. "You and I have discussed this. I have no interest in marrying some fop. And, I'm rebelling, with my new...my new..." She struggled to find the appropriete title for Enjolras.

"Her new suitor, Madame. My name is Enjolras." He said, taking her mother's hand. He would have kissed it, but the older woman snatched it out of his reach in disgust.

"No daughter of mine is going to rebel against her sovereign. And she is definitely not going to waste the best years of her life with some schoolboy with no purpose." She spit out. "Come now Sophie. We're going home. To England. I was staying with your aunt-" She said, beginning to pull her daughter away by the hand.

Sophie tugged her hand out of her mother's grip. "No." Mrs. Lemieux stared at her daughter as if she had suddenly sprouted tentacles.

"What did you say to me?" Mrs Lemieux asked, her eyes growing larger in anger. Sophie shook her head. "I said, no."

"You're going to get yourself killed young lady...if you don't-" Mrs Lemieux began, angrily lecturing.

Sophie smiled bitterly. "Then I die. I will have died for something...and someone I believe in."

"If you aren't going to give up this silly past time...and this pathetic boy... then I have no daughter."

"Then I have no mother, if she truly believes that this monarch is truly these people's sovereign." Sophie replied coldly. "And Enjolras is not pathetic, mot- Mrs. Lemieux. Have a nice evening."

Enjolras stared in shock at the girl who just suddenly stood up for herself and him against her tyrant of a mother. She was beautiful. He took her hand and gently led her back to her apartment. He kept his eyes on the street in front of him, but out of the corner of his eye, he could see a small stream of tears delicately falling off of her cheeks.

"Soph..." He started, walking her to the door of the building.

"I know we just met...but...can you stay with me tonight? I really don't want to be alone.." She asked quietly. Enjolras took her face in his hands and gently wiped the tears off with his thumb and nodded. She smiled sadly and kissed the corner of his mouth in thanks. She led him up the several steps of stairs and quietly unlocked her door.

Enjolras shut the door as Sophie went around lighting candles. "Uhm, there's a problem with the sleeping arrangement." She said biting her lip.

"What's wrong?"

"I only have one bed..."

"Oh, well I'll sleep on the floor."

"Actually...I was hoping you'd sleep in my bed with me. I'd understand if you don't want to though!" Sophie said waving her hands at the sight of his surprised face.

Enjolras laughed quietly. "And why wouldn't I want to? I'm just surprised since you think that's improper."

"I think that was just my mother talking..." Sophie said blushing. "I need to change into my nightgown, I'll use my dressing room, so if you want to meet me in my bedroom...?" He nodded. If Grantaire could see me now... Enjolras thought comedically.

This was not something he had ever anticipated. He'd never shared a bed with a woman ever, he always believed that he'd die in the revolution. Young and inexperienced in life. He hasn't even kissed this woman for real. A real kiss like he'd seen his father give his mother. He removed his vest and casually threw it onto her vanity table.

Sophie made him feel like a boy. Not in a negative sense of the word, but like a boy who might get to have a life. A boy who could be a man.

She emerged from her dressing room, her hair cascading in long waves down her back, her nightgown sliding down her shoulders. Sophie smiled at him and pulled back the covers of her bed and slid in. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off his boots and laid back.

"Thank you Enjolras, you know. For being here for me." She said, resting her head on his chest. He breathed in, her heady scent mingling with his own musk. Her hair spread like water on the quilt beneath her.

"It's not a problem Soph."

"Why are you calling me that?"

"Do you not like that? I'm sorry, I can call-"

Sophie shook her head smiling. "No, I'm just surprised by it. You just seem so...so..." She said, biting her lip.

"So...?" He asked, smiling playfully.

"Uptight." She giggled. Enjolras laughed at her, tempted to place a kiss on her temple. "You're something, you know that?"

Sophie looked up at him, all serious. She pulled herself up and kissed him on his lips. Enjolras was frozen. What do I do? He wondered frantically. She had lifted herself so that she was directly on top him. She weighed almost nothing so that wasn't a big deal, but he began to feel...weird. Her lips were soft and they felt amazing, so it wasn't a bad weird. This had never happened to him before, but he went with his gut and kissed her back.

This was so strange to her...Sophie had never kissed a boy like this before, with so much passion. Kissing Enjolras lit a fire in her body, making her feel like a phoenix, born again from her ashes. His hands wrapped around her small waist and crushed her closer to him. She blushed at some of the feelings and thoughts running through her head. However, from his body language she could tell he was having the same thoughts.

She pulled away reluctantly to catch her breath and sighed, laying her head down on his chest, not moving her body. His lips were swollen and she laughed.

"Oh my dear...I'm sorry...I've never-" She began to apologize until he silenced her with a gentle kiss.

"Stop. Apologizing. Sophie, I promise you. I liked it." He said, laughing and trying to collect his breath. She smiled and laid her head down on his chest. They stayed like that for a while, Sophie on top of him, listening to his heartbeat.

"Why do you think we saw each other?" She asked suddenly, her voice chiming in the silence. Thump. Thump. Thump thump. He lifted his head and smiled at her, but shook his head. "I don't know Soph, but it was the best thing that could have happened...besides meeting mon amis."

Sophie blushed red and kissed him. "I've never felt like this before...I don't even know what I'm supposed to do."

Enjolras looked at her and shook his head. "I don't know either Soph...But I do know this...I've never cared about someone, besides Patria, as much as I've cared about you. And, I know I've only known you for such a short time but...I care about you."

Sophie smiled at him. "I care about you too." She cuddled in closer to him and soon, when the night was still, they both fell asleep.