(A/N – Once again I would like to thank all you beautiful people who have taken time out of your lives to read my story. I appreciate that I have kept you waiting for a whole week for any proper full on E&E action. To steal from Elizabeth Bennett if you were to ask them to pinpoint the moment they fall in love I imagine that they would say that they were in the middle of it before they knew they had begun.

As for Enjy in the last chapter – well I will let him explain himself – But I just wanted to say that I got my inspiration for his action from the following description of him by Victor Hugo 'He lives alone, which makes him perhaps a little sad. Enjolras suffers for his greatness, which binds him to celibacy'. I liked the thought that Enjolras brilliance is also his curse. He can see the whole picture but he misses the details.

But never fear, He is about to get an almighty kick up the backside.

Also, stay tuned at the end of this chapter for an announcement.

Ok I'll shut up and get on with the story now Enjoy!)

**Please note – slightly revised, couple of grammatical errors corrected and hopefully the flow of the scene improved – I wasn't happy with it and its been bugging me all day!

Chapter Eleven – Revelation

Enjolras was running blindly through the streets of Paris. His mind was whirling, he thought of everything and nothing at once and so he just kept moving, what was he running from?

How much time had passed? Ten minutes, ten hours? His arms and legs began to cramp unbearably he flung himself into a quiet side road. His lungs were burning as he tried desperately to gulp in much needed air. He was going to be sick.

Enjolras threw himself to the floor head between his knees and physically shaking. He concentrated momentarily on just breathing in and out, in and out. Slowly the burning in his lungs reduced. His head rested on his knees. He cursed himself, how could he have taken advantage of Eponine like that, how could he have selfishly put his own needs before hers. Surely she would hate him for it. But it had been so perfect, she was just so beautiful.

'What is the matter with you Enjolras?' He cried at his own feet. Why had Jean-Claude's face jumped into his mind at that moment? He knew the answer, because he knew that Eponine would never forgive him if that shadow from his past really had come back to haunt him. He had imagined the way she would look at him if she knew and the thought had crushed him into a thousand pieces. He didn't know why it had hurt him so bad and so he had just run. Run as far as he could.

'Enjolras, are you ok? You look awful?' Grantaire was walking slowly towards him.

'Did you say Enjolras, Grantaire' Joly followed him round the corner and faltered momentarily as he saw his friend slumped on the floor, he was pale and sweat was dripping down his face. Immediately he knelt next to Enjolras taking his temperature and his pulse. This irritated Enjolras who he hastily swiped his hands out of Joly's reach.

'Leave me alone'

'He really must be sick.' Courfeyrac sounded concerned.

'I'm not sick.' Enjolras snapped.

'Then you look as if you are seriously in need of a strong drink' said Grantaire.

'For once' Joly smiled 'I think Grantaire is right.'

In the tavern Enjolras downed one brandy and immediately followed it with another.

'I think you may need to slow down a bit.'

If anyone other than Grantaire had said that Enjolras would have ignored him but as it was the latter he had to assume it was correct. If Enjolras had been in the right frame of mind he would have noticed that Grantaire himself was only sipping a glass of water, but he was preoccupied and therefore did not.

'Now you really must tell us what the hell is going on.' Courfeyrac was trying hard to hide the note of worry in his voice. 'Are you sure you are not sick?'

'No' Enjolras said slowly 'I am not sick.'

'Then what is it' Joly asked 'is Eponine ok?'

Enjolras said nothing. Joly was instantly on his feet.

'She's not is she, is it her father? What is it? Why are we just sitting here?'

'She is not in danger.' At least not from her father, Enjolras thought the last part to himself.

Courfeyrac fixed him with an assessing stare.

'I've known you for a long time Enjolras. I've seen you at your best. I'd thought I'd seen you are your worst. But I have never seen you like this, now I know something is wrong so you're going to have to just come out with it.'

Enjolras grimaced and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. How could he tell them?

'Then it is as we expected.' Courfeyrac said with a knowing glance between the two others.

'He's besotted' Joly was trying very hard not to smile.

'Enamoured' Courfeyrac grinned.

'He's head over bloody heels' Grantaire could not suppress the chuckle and immediately the three men burst into an uproar of laughter.

Enjolras hands slowly moved away from his eyes. A brilliant mind, such as his, was as much a blessing as a curse. He could see so far into the future with his visions of revolution but somehow he had managed to miss what was right in front of his face. The plus side to having a mind such as Enjolras is that when it was struck with an idea its process was rapid. He thought of holding Eponine's hand in the sewer when he hand desperately needed support. Eponine comforting him when the buried Combeferre, Eponine's smile, Eponine's wit, Eponine standing on the balcony. The thought struck like a lightning bolt, why he had gone to her when he felt so lost? Why he had pulled her into his arms when she had understood him.

'I am?'

'You only just realised' Courfeyrac gripped his shoulder but his eyes were still smiling.

'Enjolras' Grantaire looked at him 'considering that you are the most intelligent man I know, you are incredibly stupid.'

Enjolras was immediately on his feet. His mind had finally caught up with his heart.

'I must go to her.'

'Slow down lover boy.' Joly was still laughing 'we've waited a long time for the day you realised there was a fairer sex on his planet, let us savour this moment.' He raised his glass in a mock toast.

'No you don't understand' Enjolras was already moving towards the door. How could he have just run out on her like that? Grantaire was right he was incredibly stupid.

'I have to get to her. The other day when we walked she talked about leaving' Enjolras was moving quicker, he had to get to her. He had to tell her to stay.

And Enjolras was once again running through the streets of Paris.

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Eponine wondered how many times a heart could break and still keep beating.

She had considered for a moment taking her beautiful new dresses with her but decided against it. No amount of fine gowns would make her anything more than what she was. She fastened her belt round her old worn rags and headed for the door. She spared one second for a glance back at the flat then walked out. On my own she thought bitterly.

By the time night had fallen Eponine's feet were frozen. I must have gotten to use to shoes she laughed coldly. For a moment she imagined Enjolras was standing next to her, his arm offered to her the way it had been they had walked to the market together, but then she stopped herself. Why doesn't my heart learn its lesson? She would have cried but she had no tears left.

This isn't like before, he was different, he always was you'll never be able to forget Enjolras! Her mind taunted her. Eponine ran from the thoughts. She ran down the dark alley, out into the night, she looked up at the stars and cursed her lot in life. She didn't see the person standing in her path with his back to her until she ran head first into him.

'Excuse-Moi' she whispered.

'Eponine!' Two arms braced against her shoulders, he stared at her for a second as if to be sure that it was her before crushing her against his chest.

'Enjolras?'

She so badly wanted to melt into his arms but she found the inner strength to push against him.

'Let go of me!'

He did exactly as she asked. She regretted that almost straight away, she took two steps back. It was too dangerous to be close to him.

'What do you want?'

'I've been looking for you for hours. We all have. I can't begin to tell you the thoughts that went through my mind' He took a step towards her and Eponine stepped backwards.

'Go away, Enjolras.'

'No.'

'Leave me!'

'No!'

'Tell Grantaire, Courfeyrac and Joly that I am sorry they are worried but that I am fine now and I have to go.'

'I won't do that.'

Eponine threw her hands into the air, the infuriating man. Was this a game to him, why was he making this so difficult for her? As if leaving him wasn't already the hardest thing she would ever do in her life. She turned and began to walk away.

'Eponine'

She was still walking

'Stop'

She began to run.

'Don't leave. I need to speak to you.'

'You want to mock me. I don't want to hear it. So please just leave me alone.'

'I will never leave you Eponine.'

'Is this a game to you?'

'I don't play games Eponine.'

To her chagrin she had stopped running in spite of herself.

'You are not listening' he took a step towards her again, she didn't move back this time.

'Neither are you or you wouldn't be here.'

'I just told you, I will never leave you again Eponine and if you don't wish it then you need never leave me.'

Eponine was too frustrated. Too unbelieving to take him seriously, too hurt to understand what he was saying.

'You left me not twenty four hours ago' she flung back at him. She registered the slight anguished look that flickered across his face.

'I was a fool Eponine'

'And you have become an intelligent man in the few hours that have passed' she mocked.

'Yes' he smiled slightly 'Believe it or not I have.'

Her heart leapt slightly, but her self doubt was still winning the battle.

'I don't believe you.' Her eyes were stinging.

'Then let me show you.'

He stepped closer to her again, she did not move, he reached out for her hand and pulled her towards him, momentarily she hesitated and then allowed herself to be pulled into his embrace.

His lips pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, then a harder one on her forehead. Then, softly, they moved against hers.

'You called me wrong.'

'No.'

'I heard you'

'I was wrong. I thought I was taking advantage of you.'

Eponine wondered if he knew how little she would care if he had taken advantage of her.

His lips were on hers again, she felt as if she were flying. She truly wasn't even sure that her feet were on the floor anymore. His hand was in her hair cupping the back of her head. He pulled her closer to him. How beautiful to be in the arms of this man, in a moment she would be lost. She broke of the kiss and stepped back, she looked up into blue eyes. They were ablaze with a passion that for once was for something other than France.

'Enjolras'

'Yes'

'You hurt me… Don't do it again.'

'Never!'

She surrendered fully then her arms around her neck, her fingers curled in his golden hair. His embrace was so tight it almost crushed her. Her knees felt as if they would buckle if he had not such a firm hold on her she was certain she would fall to the floor. His embrace tightened as he lifted her from the floor and into his arms, her legs curled around his waist.

'Eponine, will you be the queen of this republicans heart.'

'No.' she let out an uncontrolled laugh 'Not if you're going to start spouting cheesy lines like that.'

He grinned at her.

'Cut me some slack. This is my first time.'

(A/N 2 –BOOM! Is Enjy forgiven now?

I was worried my Eponine was getting a bit whimpy. I didn't feel she would just believe him the second he said sorry. She was going to make him work for his forgiveness so YAY! Hope you all liked it. Guys when I think about what I have planned coming up in the next few chapters I literally get butterflies I'm so excited)

Announcement – So after a conversation last night with Caligirlsd99 when I said I was struggling to write this chapter as I was babysitting my nieces and watching far too much Disney I began to think. What would Les Mis have been like if instead of being made into a musical it had been given the Disney treatment! Therefore I will shortly be writing (just for fun) a One Shot called 'If Les Mis Were a Disney Movie' I will let you know first when it is done and I hope you will all think it sounds worth a quick read. Much Loves!