Hello my lovlies :) I know it's been some time since the last update, and I still haven't let slip if little Gav is ok... But here is chapter 7 and Grantaire's gonna tell us his story :D YAY!

AND! If you guys are REAL good and leave a comment/review or maybe even follow/fav, I'll give you another chapter tonight... and trust me, when you get to the end, you'll NEED another one...BUM BUM BAH!

Warning: Sad story up ahead

Disclaimer: Still not mine... pooh

Chapter 7: Story of a Father

"Gavroche's real father," He paused, a single tear began to trickle down his pale cheek. "was my father."

No one spoke, no one even dared to breath, all eyes were glued to Grantaire, waiting for an explanation. Taking in a shaky breath, Grantaire obliged the unspoken request.

"My mother died when I was very young, maybe a little younger than Gav, and my Dad, well he was devastated. After her death, he started to drink away the pain, that's why it was so easy for me to get my hands on stuff. Anyway, when I was about eleven or twelve he met someone. I never actually met her cause I was always with you guys, dealing with my own issues and you know, taking the drink he now left behind." He paused for a moment, looking guiltily at Enjolras. The man in question nodded encouragingly at his love, knowing speaking of the past was difficult for Grantaire. "Well, as far as I knew he was seeing her throughout my time at high school and then, well I guess when Gav entered the picture and when this fowl shit," he slammed Thénardier hard against the wall. "Took her away, he relapsed. He was gone most nights, doing 'important business', he told me. I didn't think much of it when I told him about Éponine, well he took a new interest in les Amis. I didn't think anything of it, but it was right after that night we rescued Ép and Gav joined us that he got really excited about something. I was off at uni when he died. Of course, the last time I talked to my father, I had come out to him." Grantaire's voice was shattering, his grip on Thénardier's shirt was slipping and once it was completely non existent, Feuilly quickly leapt to his feet and kept the thief hovering above the ground. Enjolras rushed to his boyfriend's side, hovering by him as he shook as he stood.

"He was fine when I told him, but when he died, when I thought he killed himself, I almost couldn't live with myself. All these years, I thought he took his life because I was screwy. But no, you," He growled, turning his full rage towards Thénardier, who had the decency to begin to shake with fear. "You killed him because he wanted custody of his own bloody son! You killed him because he wanted to give a better life to his son and two girls who he would have loved to have as daughters. You killed him because he was going to run you out of business by taking your moneymakers right from under your nose." Grantaire's furious face was mere centimeters from the quivering thief, their noses almost touching. Everyone else in the room was frozen from the news and tale that had just been delivered, but perhaps the most shocking event of all were the great big tears that were rolling down the marble man's cheeks.

"Taire," he whispered weakly, moving to take one of the cynic's clenched fists into his own. "Taire, your father always loved you, he was never ashamed of you. He was always proud of you."

The room was silent as Enjolras spoke these words to Grantaire. The latter was now crouched on the floor, his hands covering his face and his shoulders shuddering slightly with sobs. Enjolras moved to take his cynic into his arms, gently stroking his mess of jet-black curls. The group once more watched the two men before nine glares were shot toward Thénardier who had nearly soiled himself with fear.

Courfeyac took Feuilly's position at the man's neck and once more slammed him into the wall. "If that boy doesn't make it, you can be sure you will greet death like a bloody relief and savoir." From behind him, Courfeyac heard the splintering of wood and the blare of sirens, but the noise that gave him the most pleasure was Éponine's laughter. He looked down to realize that the master thief had soiled himself.

The police swarmed the apartment, first seizing Courfeyac, who looked quite threatening holding Thénardier against the wall.

"What the hell are you doing?" Bahorel snapped. "He's holding the one you want, the rest are in the kitchen! Bloody morons." He muttered to himself, being a member of Les Amis as well as being a notorious fight picker, Bahorel was not a fan of the boys in blue. Moments later, Babet, Claqusous, Gulemer, and Montparnasse were all being dragged out by the cops, Montparnasse screaming profanities as he went. When he spotted Éponine he shouted, "Mark my words whore, you'll get what's coming. I'll make bloody sure you regret conceiving that bastard." Combeferre jumped to his feet and attempted to give the man a piece of his mind, but Bousset held him back. "Gav is more important. You can deal with him later, he's not going to hurt either of them any more Ferre."

Combeferre nodded weakly and turned back to the paramedics who were now taking care of Gavroche. His heart had fallen through the floor at the grim expressions of the two medics.

"Multiple broken ribs." One said, prodding the boy's barely rising chest.

"One of them might have punctured his lung." The other said. Éponine watched as the medics rapidly inspected her brother's body before freezing over a spot on his chest.

"His lungs have been punctured." The medic whispered.

"He needs to get to surgery immediately if he's going to pull through this."

"It might be too late." And that's when Éponine fainted.

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