I own nothing besides Mercy.

Mercy joined Combeffere at his post on the crest of the barricade, waiting. A shadow danced in the light revealing a uniformed man. "Don't shoot!" The man protested as they held their guns at the ready. "I come here as a volunteer."

Enjolras waved him through the side of the barricade. As he passed through the boys surrounded him, guns aimed at him dangerously. Enjolras disarmed him as he raised his hands in submission.

A memory stirred as she saw the man's face; the man from the brawl in the square. "You see that prisoner over there?" Combeffere indicated to the man in the tavern, "A volunteer like you."

"A spy who calls himself Javert," Grantaire added. "He's going to get it too."

The boys started to push the man into the café, "Get in there," "Get inside."

Gavroche yelled, "Don't kill him. I know him." Everyone looked to the little boy.

Mercy followed Valjean's eyes to uniformed soldiers atop one of the buildings aiming their guns at Enjolras, "Enjolras!" Mercy reached forward for him.

"Enemy marks!" An uproar of shouts broke from the barricade as Valjean took up a gun, shooting at them as the other boys joined in. The men scattered leaving a gunpowder smoke in the air.

The rebels manned the barricade as Enjolras stood breathlessly by the doors of the tavern next to Valjean, "Thank you, M'sieur."

"Give me no thanks, M'sieur. There is something you can do," Valjean admitted.

"If it is in my power," Enjolras answered.

"Give me the spy, Javert. Let me take care of him," Valjean asked pointedly.

Mercy who stood nearby heard. She turned sharply to the men, grabbing Enjolras's arm in protest, "Enjolras, no."

He grabbed her hand to silence her pleading. Valjean observed her eagerness as Gavroche handed him a flintlock.

"Do what you have to do. This man belongs to you," Enjolras passed him a small dagger from his own belt. He closed the double doors to the tavern shut, pulling Mercy behind him.

She stood silently still, waiting. For what, she wouldn't know. It had only hit her when the echo of gunfire rattled her from her stupor. Mercy looked blankly at the boys around her who were all seemingly watching her. Her eyes landed on Enjolras as he too watched her.

He dropped his gaze from her as Valjean reappeared through the tavern. Enjolras, who had moved to the top of the barricade, nodded his head understandingly.