"Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time

It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right,
I hope you had the time of your life.

So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while

It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right,
I hope you had the time of your life.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right,
I hope you had the time of your life.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right,
I hope you had the time of your life."

Another explosive round of applause echoed through the Musain. But René only had eyes for one man in the audience. She stood, did her little bow and stepped offstage. Eponine sat in between them, as she still hadn't forgiven Enjolras, and she sat beside her.

"I take it that was Green Day." Enjolras said, amused.

"That it was. The album's called Nimrod. I can give it to you if you like." René offered.

Enjolras's eyes twinkled. "I'd like that."

"In fact, you can take her whole collection. She blasts it and I'm tired of hearing it." Eponine interjected.

"I do not!" René protested.

"I can hear you when I'm in the shower. And your room is on the other side of the apartment." Eponine deadpanned.

"Okay, so maybe I do a little." René smirked.

"And how is my beautiful vocalist darling?" Courfeyrac nuzzled Rene's neck, startling her.

"Don't do that!" René complained.

Courfeyrac just laughed.

"Excuse me? May I borrow Eponine for a moment?" Combeferre asked, coming up to their table.

"What for?" Eponine responded, glaring suspiciously at Enjolras.

"You promised you would help me with my physical examination last week." Combeferre reminded.

"Oh all right. I did promise." Eponine conceded and stood. René went to scoot into the other chair next to Enjolras but Eponine threw Courfeyrac into it before she could move.

"I want no funny business while I'm gone." Eponine threatened.

"Well so much for my plans for the night." René teased.

Enjolras went pink, Eponine glared, and Courfeyrac laughed again.

"No worries, little Ponine, I shall endeavor to see the star-crossed lovers parted." Courfeyrac gave a rather ostentatious wink.

Eponine rolled her eyes and let Combeferre drag her away.

"If the lady is free, I'd love to offer her a dance." Jehan's voice came from Enjolras's side.

He bowed and offered his hand.

"Well who am I to refuse such a gentleman a dance?" She grinned and accepted his hand.

The music was loud and prompted the style of dancing René knew as grinding. The singer was decent, not horrible but no Billy Joe Armstrong. As René had never learned to dance, she let him twirl her around the floor with abandon. She was a bit clumsy in her steps but Jehan either didn't notice or didn't mind. The music slowed down on the next song. Jehan put one hand on her waist and clasped his hand in hers. Shakily, she put his hand on his shoulder and he led her across the floor. There was no singer this time, just someone older playing piano that she didn't recognize.

"That's Father Myriel. He comes here sometimes and plays to try and inspire people to come to church." Jehan explained as he waltzed with her.

"I see." René smiled at him.

"Are you busy tomorrow night?" Jehan asked lightly but she could see the uncertainty in his eyes.

"I have midterms to study for but nothing that can't be put off. What did you have in mind?" René answered.

"Well, maybe we could go out for dinner and a movie. They're rescreening The Perks of Being a Wallflower, it did really well here, and maybe we could go see it together." Jehan offered.

That is a date he's offering.

A date.

Holy crap.

She wasn't expecting that.

At all.

"Uh, I've never seen that movie." Was the first thing René knew she said.

"It's really good. I think you'll really like it." Jehan tried.

"Sure, then ." René tried for a smile and Jehan beamed. He hugged her tightly and spun her around. He kissed her cheek and danced with something only known as 'being Jehan'. They danced even after open mike night was over and the radio was broadcast over the speakers. Only when René struggled to breathe right did they stop. Enjolras's hand was on her back as soon as she couldn't draw a full breath. He led her over to the nearest open chair and Jehan brought her a glass of water, at Enjolras's order. She was much too focused on drawing a full breath to wonder how Enjolras had gotten over to her so quickly.

"Are you feeling all right? Do I need to fetch Combeferre? Or Joly, I'm sure he's here too." Enjolras searched her face for any indication of distress.

"No, no, I'm good. It happens sometimes when I get too tired and excited at the same time. I'll be perfectly fine." René dismissed, trying to stand.

Enjolras pushed her back down. He looked around for Eponine but she was nowhere to be found. And, not surprisingly, neither was Combeferre.

"I'm taking you home." Enjolras announced as she drained the water Jehan had got her.

"There's no need. I'm perfectly fine. And who made you my keeper anyways?" René shot.

"That is not up for discussion. Prouvaire find Eponine and tell her I'm taking Grantaire home." Enjolras commanded.

Jehan nodded after giving a sympathetic smile to René.

"And I will carry you so you might want to get up." Enjolras said sternly.

"Screw off, Enjolras." René tried pushing past him but he held her wrist firmly.

"I'm serious. Do you not take your health seriously?" Enjolras asked.

She looked in his passionate blue eyes and saw nothing but worry. This is why she hated being an epileptic. People treated her like she was delicate.

"I do. I don't need everyone else to take it seriously. I'm not made of glass." René whispered.

"I'm still taking you home. If nothing more than because I don't want you collapsing on the way home." Enjolras matched her tone.

René sighed, saw she wasn't going to win this one, especially when Eponine found out she lost her breath.

"Fine. You drive?" René started gathering her stuff before she noticed something was horribly, inconceivably, irrevocably wrong. "Where's my guitar?"


"I haven't seen it since you and Prouvaire starting dancing." Enjolras answered, looking around him.

She ran to where she had it last and panicked when it wasn't there.

"Oh God, where's my guitar?" She shrieked.

Enjolras saw her hands start to shake. "Somebody find Combeferre!"

"Oh, God, where is my guitar?! Please has anyone seen my guitar?!" Grantaire panicked, panting as if she'd just run a marathon.

"It's okay. We'll find it. Someone probably just moved it so it didn't get broken." Enjolras did his best to try and soothe her but it did almost no good.

"You don't understand! My parents gave that guitar to me! It's the only thing I have of them left! Where the Hell is it?" She started hyperventilating as Combeferre showed up, Eponine behind him.

"Grantaire, I need you to look at me. Everyone is looking for your guitar. Look at me, Grantaire." Combeferre tried.

Wild eyes met calm, collected ones and her breaths started to slow. Enjolras's blue met Eponine's chocolate brown with a cocked eyebrow.

"We need to find that guitar. She'll calm down when she gets her guitar back. The faster we find it, the better she'll be." Eponine muttered and they started searching the entire Musain for it.

"Feuilly, Cosette, have you seen Grantaire's guitar?" Enjolras asked as he looked under the bar.

"I haven't. I'll get the security tapes and see what I can find." Feuilly offered.

"I wish I could say I have. Give her this. It'll help." Cosette offered a drink and Enjolras brought it over.

"This is from Cosette. She said it will help." Enjolras whispered to Combeferre.

Grantaire had been reduced to a shaking, blubbering mess in an attempt to both freak out completely and stave off a seizure. She grabbed the liquor from him and knocked it back in one gulp. Neither student missed the way her shoulders relaxed ever-so-slightly as she drank.

"It seems contradictable, but the drunker she gets, the more she forgets what's scaring her and the more control she has." Eponine muttered as she passed them while still looking for the guitar.

"I've found it!" Prouvaire screamed, running out of the men's bathroom, said guitar clutched in his hand.

Grantaire ran to him and kissed him full-on in the mouth. She grabbed her guitar and didn't break the kiss. It seemed like an eternity until they pulled apart.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you. Those words cannot express the gratitude I'm feeling towards you right now." Grantaire whispered, hugging him tightly.

"The best way to pay for a lovely moment is to enjoy it." Prouvaire quoted. "Bach."

"Didn't he do symphonies or something?" Grantaire asked.

"Different Bach. This one was an American writer." Prouvaire explained.

"Cool. Do you memorize all poets?" Grantaire asked.

Enjolras noticed exactly when Prouvaire linked their hands together.

"Just the good ones." Prouvaire teased and Grantaire laughed.

"All right. That's enough excitement for tonight. I'm not having you lose tonight because you're too happy. Thanks again Jehan." Eponine started to lead her friend out the door.

"Wait! For Saturday. We didn't decide a time." Grantaire pulled back.

Prouvaire brought out his phone and typed something on it. "There's a showing at two fifteen?"

Eponine pursed her lips in confusion and looked over René's shoulder.

"You cannot watch that movie, sweetie." She said.

"I don't mind crying at movies." Grantaire debated.

"Nothing to do with crying. The main character has a nervous breakdown. You can't watch that movie." Eponine explained.

"I can't watch that movie. Is there anything else we can see?" Grantaire scrolled through Prouvaire's phone.

"Despicable Me 2?" Prouvaire offered.

"Ooh I loved the first one. I've been meaning to see the sequel. What time is that?" Grantaire agreed.

"Five thirty. That all right, Eponine?" Prouvaire asked.

"Her schedule will be clear." Eponine assured him.

Prouvaire kissed her cheek, causing a light blush from Grantaire. "I'll pick you up at five."

"I'll be ready." Grantaire promised and quickly returned the kiss as Eponine handed her a packed guitar case. Eponine shuffled a beyond blushing Grantaire out the door.

"Ah, bad luck, mate. You should've moved faster." Courfeyrac patted his shoulder but his smile was false.

"I had no intention of dating Grantaire. She can date whoever she wants. I don't care." Enjolras dismissed the pain in his heart as the adrenaline of the night wearing off. And when it persisted, Enjolras repeated the words 'I don't care' until it became a mantra. However, it didn't stop the uncomfortable twinge still in his heart.

"You're such a liar, Enjy." Courfeyrac laughed and went off to whatever tail he was chasing that night. Although something kept him from having his heart in it, Enjolras noticed. Maybe it was hard seeing Grantaire grow up a little.

Enjolras next went to Combeferre. "Where were you?"

"Performing a physical examination on a patient." Combeferre shrugged. "Ponine tripped going out the door and I had to make sure her wrist wasn't sprained as well as my assignment."

"When did she become Ponine?" Enjolras asked.

"Courfeyrac calls her that." Combeferre dodged but a light blush peppered his cheeks.

"Enjolras, I have the security tapes." Feuilly interrupted them.

Enjolras nodded and Feuilly brought him and Combeferre up to the tape room. Feuilly fast forwarded through most of the day. When Grantaire started dancing with Jehan is when they stopped it.

"You did the right thing. She needed to go home and rest." Combeferre whispered, so low only Enjolras could hear, when it showed Grantaire losing her breath. He hadn't realized how much he looked like of an overbearing asshole.

They watched as a semi-familiar obnoxious boy waltzed in and simply picked her guitar up, away from Courfeyrac who was thought to be guarding it and instead was enjoying a girl's company on his lap.

"I'm going to kill him." Enjolras muttered under his breath.

"If the Amis don't catch him first." Combeferre mused.

"I have no plans of telling them until after I've caught him." Enjolras stood sharply and went to go kick ass.

"Enjolras you don't even know where he is. Calm down, let's all discuss this rationally." Combeferre said and Enjolras sighed. He hated it when Combeferre was always right.

Bahorel. "That bastard! That dead bastard!"

Marius. "Why would he do such a thing?"

Joly. "Oh I hope he catches Malaria! And TB! And HIV! All at the same time!"

Bousset. "Oh whatever god is up there, please give him a little of my luck just for a couple days. He should be dead by then."

Courfeyrac. "No girl is going to give him the time of day after this!"

Cosette. "I thought he was banned from here."

Feuilly. "No, just the bar. However, an argument can made for the entire restaurant now."

Surprisingly, it was Marius who persevered. "But why did he do it?"

"I intend on asking." Enjolras said coldly.


It took all weekend to find him. But after using some of Larmarque's files, which technically he didn't because he was supposed to stay out of them and not use them for his own personal gain, he found the dorm room. He pounded on the door, then texted the Amis the address. He didn't include in the text that he was there, as he knew everyone was going to head over there and make sure he paid for what he did to their friend and would most likely find him there. A man he didn't recognize answered the door.

"I'm looking for Montparnasse."


So this is me at one in the morning prepping for my speech class. I'm sorry for the cliffhanger... NOT! I'm just mean that way. Mwa ha ha ha ha! Anyways, as a normal disclaimer, I do not know anyone epileptic and can only use the internet as a judge for it. If it's wrong, please tell me. I'd like to be as accurate as I can. Until the next chapter, adieu mon chers.