Hey Everyone! I know that it has been a longer wait for this update than it has been for others, I'm been so busy recently. Oh Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter. The italics are a flashback

Eponine, the eldest of the Thenardiar children, had spent the last four years searching endlessly for something that made her want to smile but had found very little joy except for a friendship with Marius Pontmercy. The friendship there brought her happiness and heartbreak, as she enjoyed his company yet knew that her love for him was not returned. He was oblivious to her feelings. But now, as she jogged along the cobbled streets to keep up with Courfeyrac's long strides, she felt pure joy bubbling up inside of her. The feeling was almost unfamiliar, and reminded her of the days before everything went wrong for them. She could remember the feeling a joy and anticipation when she was promised a new doll or the latest pretty dress from the shop in the village. She could remember how she would boast about her gifts and luxury in front of their poor serving girl Cosette. She could also remember listening to her baby brother cry in the back room as their parents ignored his pleas for attention. Shaking herself free of her thoughts of the past, she looked forward seeing Courfeyrac a few strides ahead of her, a bright smile on his face as he walked with his hands stuffed in his pockets. "Monsieur, Monsieur Courfeyrac!" She chirped, running to catch up with him. "How do you know me brother?"

Courfeyrac turned and looked at her, seeing the resemblance between her and Gavroche. Her eyes were large, though a dark brown rather than a crystal blue, and she had the same smile, cheeky like him. "Well, that started 'bout two weeks ago. I was walking along here actually when I heard this crying. It was Gavroche, he was sick and alone" He began. "I couldn't just leave him there; the poor little thing couldn't keep his eyes open. So, I talked to him until he trusted me enough to let me pick me up and I took him to the café". Eponine stared at him blankly. If anyone else, wealthy enough like Courfeyrac, had found a little child ill and crying alone in the streets, they would have left him there to die.

"Merci" She said looking at him.

Courfeyrac smiled as they continued walking. "So, I got him to the Café, and Joly and Combeferre took care of him. Me and him got close, like brothers we say. He stayed there for two weeks, until he asked to be brought to his friends in the slum. That was four days ago" He said. "And before you get mad at me for letting him come here instead of keeping him safe with me, he asked, this is his freedom".

Eponine nodded. "When papa took him away, Azelma and I thought he had killed him and left the body. I never looked for him, I feel awful about that now. You found him and cared for him, giving him what he wanted and I will always be grateful" She said looking at him.

"Everyone needs someone to show them care and understanding and I am glad that I was that someone for Gavroche" He said with a smile. "Now come on". He grabbed her wrist and pulled her down a narrow alley that opened out into the slum, the elephant in the centre.

"Here we are" He said looking around before pointing to the elephant. "Gavroche said that's his patch, he lives in the elephant with three other boys, he cares for them".

Eponine nodded looking at the statue. "That's my brother, he always wanted to be different" She said with a giggle, excitement bubbling at the fact she was soon to see her brother after thinking he was dead. She couldn't believe that Gavroche had been at the café for weeks without her knowing, but that seemed unimportant to her now. She watched excitedly and nervously as they approached the elephant. Courfeyrac brought his cupped hands up to his mouth to make himself louder as he smiled. She could see that Courfeyrac cared for her little brother just by his overall excitement of seeing the boy. The pair were close, and she could see that. "Gavroche! Gav!" Courfeyrac called looking up at the hole at the top of the elephant. Eponine bit the inside of her mouth, not knowing whether her brother would recognize her. It had been years. He had been so young then, so innocent and trusting.

The old carriage rattled as it bounced along the cobbles and the thirteen Eponine winced with every bounce, looking at the sleeping boy in her arms. Gavroche, with his blonde waves and tiny button nose was instantly lovable or so it appeared, to everyone except his parents. Madame Thenardiar did not care for little boys, but used to dote upon her two daughters, before they were poor. Now, dressed in an old tatty dress rather than her usual satin, Eponine stared at her parents with a glare that tried to explain how to she feeling. They used to care for her, brush her long brown hair, read to her and shower her in gifts. Now, they used her as a thief along with her ten year old sister Azelma. They were pickpockets and beggars, using their sweet looks to con the rich into handing over their money.

Eponine watched the scenery outside the window grew more run down and dirty as they approached the slums, and she gripped her brother tighter, wrapping her thin shawl around his tiny frame in attempt to warm him. Her parents ignored the boy, leaving him in the back for hours on end and taking him a slice of dry bread every now and again along with a dirty tankard of stale water. Eponine often took him shreds of meat from the table or a warm buttered roll if she could manage it. She loved him, both of the sisters did. They practically raised him

"Stop here driver!" Her papa shouted banging on the roof of the carriage.

Azelma peered out of the window, crinkling her nose in disgust at the sight of the slum that reached for miles around them. "What are we doing here papa?" She asked. "We are not living here are we? Oh please say we have a house!"

"Of course we do!" He yelled reaching towards Eponine. "We will continue there in a moment, after I get rid of some unneeded baggage." He swung forward in his seat violently, ripping Gavroche from his sister's arms. "Come now boy, away with you"

Eponine leapt up. "Papa no! What are you doing, leave him be, give him to me!" She snapped, as the five year old woke and began to scream and cry.

Thenardiar shook him roughly "Shut up" He snarled holding the squirming boy tightly "He is no good to us, too loud for thieving! He is no son of mine!"

Eponine screamed reaching for her brother. "He's no more than a baby, he will learn" She cried. "Please papa, don't take him away!"

Thenardiar brought his hand down hard against her cheek, sending her falling back into her seat. Azelma curled against her crying whilst Madame Thenardiar showed no emotion as her husband carried the screaming boy from the carriage, retuning ten minutes later with empty arms and an evil smirk.

Courfeyrac smiled brightly, taking a step towards the elephant as he heard the bounding of footsteps from inside. Soon, a mop of blonde hair appeared from the top and Gavroche laughed looking down on his friend.

"Courf! What you doing here, I was coming to tonight's meeting!" He smiled starting to climb down, his eyes too focused on his friend he had greatly missed to notice his sister standing not far behind him.

Courfeyrac reached up and lifted the boy the rest of the way down. "Mon Ami, I missed you" He smiled ruffling the boy's hair. "Now look, I brought you something. Someone in fact" Courfeyrac moved the boy around, guiding his line of vision towards Eponine, who was staring at Gavroche with wide eyes. Gavroche still looked the same to her, wavy blonde hair surrounding that adorable face and still stick thin as always. Gavroche adopted a similar look to her, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape. He could remember her, the loving sister that always held her when he needed it. She looked different now, a lot thinner than she was back then and her once silky brown hair hanging limp around a thin face. But it was still her. Still Eponine.

"Gavroche…" Eponine breathed kneeling down to his height with tears in her eyes. "Oh Gavroche, I thought you were dead"

He smiled. "Nothing can stop me" He said. "And Courfeyrac helps". He wanted to run and embrace her, but was nervous

"Of course Courfeyrac helps, I expect nothing less" She smiled, opening her arms. "Now come here, you silly boy"

Gavroche ran forwards, throwing his arms around her tiny waist and pushing himself against her. "'Ponine!" He smiled, holding her tight. "I missed you"

She stroked his hair, just like she had that day, not far from the spot they occupied now. "Mon Petit frère, I missed you so much" She whispered pressing a kiss to his head.

Courfeyrac smiled as he watched the siblings reunite, happy that he had brought them together again. Even though he was happy, watching the scene before him, he had to admit that it felt strange hearing someone other than himself call Gavroche Petit frère.

And there we go, the siblings are back together. I hoped you liked the flashback. You could call this a filler chapter I guess, but I promise there will be drama very soon

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