A/N: Here comes the shady chapter, again I am sorry.

Chapter 10:

"Are you sure you don't want to wait for me to get out of class, Lucie?" Combeferre asked her as she gathered her laundry.

"I'll be fine, Combeferre. Your class is two hours long, and I think I can handle walking down two flights of stairs without an escort," Lucie replied.

"Alright, just be careful," Combeferre said as he left for class.

Lucie made sure she had her room key in her pocket, and then made her way downstairs to the laundry room. The room was empty when she got there. She hummed quietly to herself as she started loading her laundry into a washing machine. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, it was a text from Grantaire.

'What are you doing right now? I'm bored.'

Lucie smiled as she typed her response.

'Laundry…I'll be done in five minutes, meet me at my room?'

She got a thumbs up emoji in response.

Lucie finished loading the washing machine and started the cycle.

Her phone buzzed again, 'Hurry and entertain me Lu!'

'OMG R Calm down! I'm coming,' she replied.

'I'm dying of boredom!'

'You're NOT dying'

He sent a picture of himself lying on the floor in front of Lucie's room captioned: 'Here lies Grantaire. Died of boredom because Lucie took her sweet ass time doing laundry'.

'Stop being such a drama queen,' Lucie typed back.

Lucie was still looking down at her phone as she walked towards the door. She stopped in her tracks when she noticed someone in her way. She looked up ready to apologize for almost walking into them, but stopped once she realized it was Montparnasse.

He smirked, "You should really watch where you're going, babe."

Lucie backed up glancing down at her phone as it buzzed, Is everything OK? What's taking so long? "Just leave me alone, Parnasse—," she said getting ready to type a response.

"I do wish you'd stop calling me that, seeing as it isn't my name," he remarked, "It's Babet."

Lucie furrowed her eyebrows, "But…you…"

"I know what I told you; I lied. I got into some trouble at my old high school so when I transferred I gave them my friend, Montparnasse's name. He lived across the country at the time so no one thought anything of it. I couldn't tell you and have your big mouth blow my cover," Babet explained.

"Why are you telling me this now, then?" Lucie asked.

"Well," Babet said, "Montparnasse is transferring here next semester, and I wanted you to find out from me. As a matter of fact I think he's in the same program as that fairy, Prouvaire."

"Fine, you told me. Now leave me alone…Babet," the name still felt strange.

"Is that any way to talk to your boyfriend?" He asked, almost as if he were taunting her.

Lucie ignored him and tried to walk around him to get out of the room. Babet stepped in front of her. She tried to push him away, "Just let me leave."

Babet pushed her back into a wall and pulled out his pocket knife, pressing it to her throat. Lucie stood frozen with fear. He forced his lips onto hers as she struggled. Once he pulled his face away from hers, he kept the knife on her neck, "Now be a good girl and tell me you love me."

"Go to hell," she spat out at him.

"Is that your final answer?" he asked as he pressed the blade against her throat a little harder.

"Lucie," Grantaire called from down the hall, "Is everything OK, you never replied to my text?" He walked into the room to find Babet with a knife on one of his best friends.

Grantaire walked over to Babet and pulled him off of Lucie, angrily. He tried to throw a punch, but Babet jabbed the knife into his side before he could.

"NO!" Lucie shouted.

Babet pulled the knife out of Grantaire's side, and left the room, "Maybe next time you'll think twice about your feelings for me, Lu."

Grantaire fell to the floor clutching his side; he lied down on his back to keep from hitting his head on the floor. His breathing was becoming somewhat labored.

Lucie rushed over and kneeled at his side. His eyes were already beginning to flutter, "No, no, no, stay with me, Grantaire," she said grasping his hand, "I'm calling 9-1-1."

Lucie dialed 9-1-1, and quickly gave the address of the college and explained the situation. The operator said the ambulance would be there soon. Lucie hung up.

"Don't leave, Lucie," Grantaire breathed as he winced in pain.

"I won't, I promise. Just stay awake for me, OK?"

Grantaire nodded weakly.

"I'm calling Combeferre; he'll know what to do until the ambulance gets here."

Lucie dialed Ferre's number.

Combeferre felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, and looked at the caller ID. It was Lucie. She wouldn't call him in class unless it was an emergency. He got up and excused himself to answer the phone, "Lucie, what's wrong? Are you OK?"

Lucie's voice shook as she answered, "It's Grantaire…Montparnasse, whose name isn't even Montparnasse, stabbed him. He's—he's losing a lot of blood. I called an ambulance but—but I can't—," Lucie stuttered at the end as tears began to form in her eyes.

Ferre interrupted her, "I'm coming and I'm bringing Joly. I'll be there in less than five minutes."

"OK," Lucie said before Ferre hung up.

Combeferre and Joly were there in a matter of minutes trying to slow the bleeding. They were followed in by Musichetta and Bossuet. Feuilly Jehan and Bahorel arrived next, with Marius and Courfeyrac on their heels. Enjolras was the last to arrive before the ambulance got there.

"Who's riding in the ambulance with him?" the paramedic asked.

"I am," Lucie replied quickly, never letting go of Grantaire's hand.

"I'll stay and fill out the paperwork here," Marius said, "I hate hospitals."

Lucie nodded, "OK, Marius."

They arrived at the hospital what seemed like an eternity later. The rest of Les Amis, minus Marius, followed the ambulance in two cars driven by Combeferre and Feuilly.

The doctors wouldn't tell them anything once for a hell of a long time. So they did all they could do…they waited.