Here's the next chapter. It is very weird watching Sweenet Todd in French, all the songs are in English. So one minute they'll be speaking French and the next minute they're singing in English. It's kinda funny. Also, I imagine Marius to be kind of like Ichabod Krane from Sleepy Hollow (the version with Johnny Depp and Christina Ricci) with his squeamishness. On another note, please check out my new Les Mis fic, Hope. I might keep it as just a one-shot, but well, y'all know what happened last time I said that.

Disclaimer: I don't own Les Mis or the characters

Eponine gasped as Marius fainted. Enjolras looked at his unconscious form.

"He took that well." he said, barely keeping a smirk off his face. Eponine looked at him with a horrified expression on her face.

"He... he's unhappy..." Eponine whispered, her voice shaking with the tears that were starting to form in her eyes. Enjolras looked at her. "Oh God... he hates me now, doesn't he?"

"No, Eponine, of course he doesn't hate you. He was just surprised. He loves you, Eponine, and he's going to love your child."

"But what if he doesn't?" She asked, tears now falling rapidly from her eyes. Enjolras knew that she was about to break down. The thought of Marius hating her terrified her. Enjolras hugged her rather awkwardly, in an attempt to comfort her. He could have sworn her heard her mutter something about a marble statue.

Eponine knelt down next to Marius and nudged him. He started to wake.

"Monsieur?" Eponine whispered. His eyes fluttered open. "Monsieur?" she asked again. He smiled that smile that Eponine so loved.

"'Ponine, please, call me Marius." he told her with a slight laugh. Eponine didn't smile, just nodded. Marius sat up and looked at her. He could see the worried look in her eyes. He cupped her face in his hands and then kissed her softly. She smiled and kissed him back. After about a minute or so of this, Enjolras cleared his throat. They separated, both blushing slightly

"So you're not mad?" Eponine asked as she got to her feet.

"Mad? Why would I be mad?" Marius asked, also getting to his feet. "Eponine, you're pregnant! We're going to have a baby, that's wonderful!" he rejoiced, enveloping her in a warm embrace. "Do you think it will be a boy or girl? Do you think he or she will look like you or like me? What should we name it if it's a girl? What should we name it if it's a boy? How far along are you? When do you think you'll have the baby? Has the baby kicked at all? Do you–"

"Marius," Enjolras said, "Eponine looks like she's about to kill you, I would suggest you stop asking her questions." Marius blushed and stopped talking. "And as for the name, Gabriel is a wonderful name for a boy." He told them. And that, Dear Reader, is how Eponine and Marius learned Enjolras' first name.

...

4 months had passed. Eponine was definitely showing, but she was also quite restless. She had begun to hate the apartment for the mere reason that she saw too much of it.

"Enjolras, I need to get out of this apartment." She said, clearly irritated.

"Just a little while longer, Eponine." He replied, "Marius and I almost have enough money raised for all of us to move out of Paris."

"Enjolras, if I stay in here any longer I will go insane. Please, just let me go out for a walk. Just this once?" Eponine begged. Enjolras sighed in defeat.

"If you really want to go then fine. But remember, the only reason why you've been confined to this apartment was for your own safety." He told her, "Eponine, you're father is still out there. I've seen him and his gang around."

"I'll be fine." Eponine told them, "But if you're really that worried, then why don't you and Marius accompany me?" Enjolras nodded. Eponine grinned, clearly happy that she had finally one the argument that had occurred on a daily basis.

Eponine, Marius, and Enjolras walked down the streets of Paris–well, Marius and Enjolras walked, Eponine danced down the streets, earning her many strange looks from the bourgeoisie. But Eponine couldn't care less. She was free! She was no longer trapped in that apartment, she felt like dancing (which she was) and singing (which she was very close to doing). Little did they know that they were being watched from the shadows.

Montparnasse watched as Eponine danced gaily through the streets. He noticed the bulge of her stomach and smirked. Well now, Mademoiselle Eponine is pregnant. Wonder who the father is. God knows how many men she's been with... Then he laughed quietly as he took noticed of how happy Eponine looked. She thinks the child is her love's. She thinks he's the father! Ha! It could be anyone's; it could be mine! It was true that the thought of the child belonging to someone other than Marius had not passed through Eponine's head. As soon as she'd found out, her thoughts had automatically turned to Marius. The way Eponine saw it was that she had only ever made love to Marius, the other men that her father had forced on her hadn't been acts of love, just sex. I wonder when she'll realise it might not be his... Montparnasse thought, almost gleefully. Ah, now, Dear Reader, in order for you to understand the blind loathing that Montparnasse felt for Eponine, we need first to explain the love and adoration that he once held for her.

[FLASHBACK: 1829]

Montparnasse watched the young girl carefully. She couldn't be any older than 13 years old. Montparnasse himself was not too old either, scarcely more than a child, a youth of 16 with a pretty face, cherry-lips, glossy dark hair and the brightness of Springtime in his eyes. The girl's gaze caught his own and she sauntered over to him.

"Hello there, M'sieur 'Parnasse." she said cheerfully.

"Eponine." he replied with a nod. She smiled at him and he could help but smile back. In truth, Montparnasse was intrigued by the sprite known as Eponine. She never complained about the hard life that was forced upon her and her smile seemed to light up all of Paris. She always seemed happy at that time of day, around 4:00 when classes at the university ended for the day. The reason for her happiness was quite simple: it was at that time everyday that she saw Him walk by. He looked to be about 17. She did not know his name, but she knew his kindness. She knew that he did not have much money, but the money that he did have he always shared. He was quick to give a sous or two to the poor, or, when he could spare it, a franc. He was polite, never turned away on the few occasions that Eponine actually found the courage to talk to him. His voice was soft and he seemed to speak from the heart. The conversations that she had with him were never very long, but they were enough for her to know that she loved him with all of her heart. She loved him so much that it almost hurt. Though, of course, all of this was unknown to Montparnasse. How was he to know of the young law student that had captured Eponine's heart? How was he to know that the object of his affection loved another? Yes, it was true that Montparnasse had feelings for Eponine. He was fascinated by her; by her kindness towards others, how she always sought to help them above herself. Eponine, who had been forced into thievery only a couple of years earlier, gave what she could to the poor. That was one thing that she had in common with the law student. Yes, Montparnasse loved her, and his love for her was the only love he had ever known. He loved no one else, and no one loved him. He was a murderer. He had never known his parents, he had been a child of the streets; a gamin. The gamin turned vagabond and the vagabond become an assassin, a fashion plate living in squalor and committing murder. Several times he had considered telling Eponine of his feelings for her, but he did not. The only fear that Montparnasse had was Eponine's rejection. Moreover, what he would do to her if she rejected him, for Montparnasse angered quite easily. If Eponine rejected him, Montparnasse was fairly certain that he would hurt her. But he needed to know, he needed to know if she felt the same way... if there was any chance... Tonight, Montparnasse decided, I'll tell her tonight. And so he prepared himself.

That night, Montparnasse waited for Eponine in Place Saint-Michel. She was always there every night at 7:00. Though, unbeknown to Montparnasse, this was, of course, because of that same law student, who happened to go to the Cafe Musain every night at 7:00. Eponine liked to watch him walk to the Cafe and then wait there in the shadows until he walked back. Such had become her daily routine, and that had been noticed by Montparnasse. And so, when 7:00 came around, there was Eponine, waiting in the shadows for her love to walk by. He was late.

Montparnasse strolled over to her.

"Hello, Eponine." he said in his soft voice. She looked at him.

"Oh, hello 'Parnasse." She replied, smiling slightly. "What brings you to Place Saint-Michel?"

"To see you, actually." he replied, surprising her.

"Really? Whatever for?" she asked.

"Eponine, I need to tell you something."

"What is it, 'Parnasse?"

"I love you." He told her simply. Her dark eyes widened.

"You... oh... what?"

"I love you." He repeated.

"I... oh, Montparnasse... uh..." she stuttered. He knew. He knew as soon as she'd called him Montparnasse rather than 'Parnasse that she did not love him back. He looked at her, almost as if daring her to confirm it.

"Don't you feel the same way?" he asked. She frowned slightly.

"No... Montparnasse, no, I don't... I'm sorry, but I... I think I love someone else. I really am sorry, I–" Montparnasse had shoved her against the side of a building and was now holding her up off the ground by her neck. She choked, trying desperately to breathe. Montparnasse was furious. Not only had she rejected him, but she had also told him that she loved someone else. Eponine tried to get him to release his hold on her neck, but to no avail. So she kneed him in the groin. He jumped back, abruptly letting go of her. She started to run from him, but he recovered quickly and persued her. He tackled her to the ground. "Montparnasse, please no! My friend, please–"

"Don't." he growled. He flipped her over so that she was on her back. He started to hit her rather hard. "Why can't you love me?" he hissed.

"Please–"

"Tell me you love me and I'll stop." he replied.

"Montparnasse, I... I can't..." she whispered. He continued to beat her. She yelped in pain. As many people have said, everything happens for a reason. We can say with certainty that it was a good thing that the law student, whom you must know to be Marius, happened to be late that fateful day. If he had not been, then perhaps I would not be writing this story and you would not be reading it. But as fate would have it, Marius was late that day and just so happened to walk by just as Eponine let out a yelp of pain. Upon hearing her cry, his eyes searched the shadows and he saw them. He ran over to them. He recognised Eponine almost immediately, though not, of course, by name.

"Leave her alone." Marius said, his voice taking on rather glacial tones. He pulled Montparnasse off of her. Montparnasse turned to him and swung his fist. It collided with Marius' jaw and he stumbled back a bit. Marius swung back, but Montparnasse' caught his fist and then hit him hard in the head. It was immediately clear who would win the fight.

"Monsieur, watch out!" Eponine called out–rather loudly, might I add– to Marius just as Montparnasse swung at him again, his fist hitting him in the nose, drawing blood. Montparnasse shoved Marius to the ground and kicked him hard in the stomach. Eponine scrambled to her feet and tried to stop Montparnasse. "Leave him alone!" She cried out. Montparnasse turned on her, punching her hard in the stomach. "Ask me again why I could never love you." She spat venomously. He shoved her to the ground and pinned her down. Marius got up just as several students rushed out of the Cafe Musain, having heard the noise from the fight. When Montparnasse was about to hit her again, one of the students grabbed his fist. Montparnasse turned and saw that there were several students, and only one of them was drunk.

"I suggest you leave." Said the man who had grabbed Montparnasse's fist. He was tall and devilishly good-looking. It was clear just by the way he spoke that he was the leader of the group of students. The man released his fist and Montparnasse got up off of Eponine and ran off. Marius held out his hand to Eponine. She took it and he helped her up.

"Thank you," said Eponine rather quietly to Marius and all of the other students.

"You're quite welcome, Mademoiselle...?"

"Eponine Thenardier." she introduced herself. Marius smiled warmly at her. "And you, Monsieur?"

"I am Marius Pontmercy." he replied. The rest of the students introduced themselves. That is how Eponine came to know Les Amis de l'ABC and that is how she and Marius became friends.

So now, as Montparnasse watched Eponine dance through the streets, followed by Marius and Enjolras, he was filled with bitter resentment for the girl who had broken his heart.

Well I hope you liked that! Please check out Hope and Les Méchants, and please review! Reviews are what inspire me to write and to update quicker.