"I see you've met my mother."

Enjolras said comingup behind her as she and Combeferre made fun of R. Grantiare was trying to kiss Lizbeth as she pressed a doc martened foot into his chest to stop him.

Eponine turned from Combeferre to Enjolras with tears in her eyes from laughing so hard.

Ferre passed her a handkerchief and she took it from him and flicked him on the nose with it before wiping her face.

Enjolras looked at the interaction but schooled his face into a mask of indifference.

"Yeah, she's quite the woman. I can see traces of her in you." Eponine joked as she pretened to blow her nose at Combeferre.

He smirked and gave a look at Combeferre who took the sign to walk away.

"I'll talk to you some other time Eponine."

Eponine looked disappointed but shrugged and smiled at the other boy.

"Just Ponine Mousiour."

"Ponine. Then call me Ferre."

He started on his way to his friends but something in Eponine made her pull him back by his arm.

"Here." She took out a pen from her bag and wrote her phone number on his arm.

"Let's be buddies."

She tried to hand him back the blue handkerchief but he closed her hand around it.

He smiled and his ears turned red "Ugh...Go ahead and keep it …Ponine. Um…." He chanced a quick look at Enjolras and let his hand drop from hers. "I'll text you my number later."

"DON'T BE A STRANGER!" Eponine yelled out at him as he walked away and he turned to wave from his place next to Jehan and Nina.

Enjolras leaned into the fence where Combeferre had been standing and she took her place next to him.

Eponine collected her thoughts and finally turned to look up at him with a bright smile.

"I'm proud of you."

Enjolras arched an eyebrow. "For winning the game?"

She smacked him in the arm. "No, well kind of…my dad likes to win. But, Combeferre told me you've found your calling. I'm really proud of you for that. It's a good dream. Equality for everyone sounds like something beautiful to strive for. "

Enjolras smiled down at her and his cheeks turned a bit red. He took of his cap and put it on her head in huff of annoyance.

He hated her when she said things like that; they made him feel funky.

"Thank you. Now on to the important question….should I be worried?" He said in a mock serious voice.

She looked puzzled and he gestured with his head towards Combeferre.

"Should I be worried?" He repeated.

Eponine looked over to where Leslie and Enjolras mother were seated, both glancing over every now and then suspiciously. And then back at the other blonde man whose down to earth attitude she had naturally gravitated to.

"No. Not right now."

"Good."

She felt him take her hand between them and entwine his fingers around hers. It was sweet and it warmed her heart a little at the feeling.

Enjolras pursed his lips and smirked looking satisfied.

She pinched the bill of his cap and turned it over in her head so it faced outwards and mussed her hair.

"So what now?"

"I introduce you to my mother." He chuckled as he rubbed at the back of his neck.

She glared and him and tried to pry out of his hold.

"She doesn't like me Enjolras." Eponine ground out.

" I won't let her talk down to you." Enjolras promised as she tried in vain to dislodge from his grip.

"And Leslie…can you keep her off my back?" Eponine swayed in her spot, giving up on him letting her go at the moment.

"Yeah. Don't worry about her, she won't try anything. If one hair on your beautiful little head is hurt I'll be done with her for good."

That stopped Eponine completely and she looked at Enjolras with wide eyes.

Was he really willing to give up on Leslie for her?

She knew if he threatened Snow, the cheerleader would really back off but the thought that Enjolras could end his relationship with Leslie gave her the funny feeling that sometimes spurned in her chest when she thought about him.

Eponine ran her thumb through his knuckles and sighed. There was something so fucked up about this conversation. Between Combeferre and Leslie's involvement it was an odd thing to be holding hands with him when he had no right to feel jealous and she had no right to like it when he did.

She licked her lips and sighed, as much as she didn't want to deal with the madwoman again, it was only fair for her to be introduced properly as Enjolras friend. She did after all plan on being around and often.

'Okay let's get it over with then." She let go of his hand with a final squeeze and they walked over to his mom.


"Mother, this is Eponine, she's my best friend." Enjolras introduced her and Eponine smiled wryly and tipped Enjolras's cap sarcastically.

Lizbeth came up behind him and stomped on his foot.

"Okay, okay, she's Lizbeth's best friend. She's my…well I guess she's just my Eponine."

"Nope she's that to me too. You gotta think of something more original." Lizbeth joked as she her arms around Eponine in a quick hug.

Enjolras and Lizbeth both smacked each other playfully and then stepped apart. Their mom looked sweetly at her children and it was such a drastic change in demeanor Eponine almost recoiled.

"Darling, I've already met Miss. Thenar-"

"Javert" Eponine interrupted out of a quick developing habit.

"I beg your pardon?" The woman turned to glare at her but Eponine held her ground.

"Eponine Javert."

"Javert….as in your coach? " She asked Enjolras."The one who's writing your letter of recommendation?"

The woman could have snapped her neck at how quickly she turned from Enjolras to Eponine.

Enjolras nodded at his mom and failed to hold in a smile.

"You filthy liar!" Leslie cried out her face a clear mask of fury. "You're from the slums , the dirty grimy part of Paris people go to die in. That's where your from and that's where you belo-"

"Leslie, please. Ladies do not talk that way….not that would mind, I'm sure." Mrs. Amarth remarked without taking her eyes off of Eponine, who equalily refused to break her gaze.

She had not missed the obvious use of her birth name.

Leslie's anger was palpable in the air and she took Enjolras arm and hid behind it while the scene continued to unfold.

"Is Javert really your father then?" Mrs. Amarth asked.

"Adoptive. But yes. For all intents and purposes yes he is."

Eponine saw the woman's throat bob up and down and she jutted out her chin.

"In that case we would be honored if you would come to dinner with us Eponine."

Eponine arched her eyebrow and she looked over to Enjolras but he was still staring at Leslie.

"I don't think that wise madam."

"Minerva…please." The woman insisted and Eponine tried not to let her agitation and discomfort show.

"Minerva, I'd rather not impose."

The conversation drew Enjolras's attention and he quickly added a sharply "She'll be joining us tonight."

Eponine felt indignation at his answer for her and she squared her shoulders and looked both mother and son in the eyes.

"No, I'm afraid not. Les Amis are all going to a bar tonight. I'm going with them. You and Leslie can have a nice time with your mom. Thank you for your invitation but I'm really not the formal dinner type. I'll see you later Enjolras."


She walked away before Enjolras could drag her back and went straight to the first person she saw. Combeferre.

"I need a drink. Like now."

He laughed good heartedly at her obvious distress.

"Come on then, drinks on me."

Combeferre led her to the parking lot. All her friends started cheering at the sight of her.

"YOU LIVE ! " Jehan cried out and the group of friends cheered louder. She supposed they were all her friends now. They were stuck together one way or another. She might as well get that miracle through her head.

"Oooh you escaped Enjolras? I'm impressed. Our little alley cat has claws! I was sure he'd drag you with him to his after game dinner date from hell." Grantiare joked and he dragged her in for a bear hug.

"No way was I going to that. I can't believe he honestly thought I would. That woman is batshit crazy, no offense Liz. I never believed it when people said you look for your mother or father in the person they dated but its fucking apparent in the case of Leslie and his mom. Fuck. It's like an episode of X-files and the Stepford Wives."

"Preach it sister! Now let's go come on, I'm starving. " Lizbeth cried out and everybody scattered to their individual cars.

"You can ride with me, um if you'd like?" Combeferre told her and Eponine blushed prettily and nodded her head in good humor.

"Okay but I choose what's on the radio."

Combeferre chuckled a bit and opened the door for her.

"As long as you sing along to it really badly."

"Is there another way to do it law man?"


Grantiare stared at the exchange through his rear-view mirror and looked out Lizbeth's window to see Enjolras watching Ferre's car drive of the lot.

He pointed it out and Lizbeth shrugged.

"What can you do, the guy doesn't want to commit. As long as he's dating Leslie he's not going to have any sort of claim on Eponine. And as much as I hate to say this because Enjolras is my big brother and Ferre's pretty much his best friend, Ferre's the better choice for Eponine. He's willing to give her what she needs, and not just take what he wants. "

"What do you know about their you know…relationship?"

"Well right now, it's Eponine being okay with sharing Enjolras with Leslie and that idiot turning a blind eye. If Eponine starts dating Combeferre or any guy for that matter there is no way she'd keep things going with Enjolras. She'd be 100% devoted. I'm sure of it. She might not love the guy but she wouldn't have it in her to do that to him. She's not as callous as Enjolras."

Lizbeth turned to Grantiare and scoffed.

He was leaning against the wheel with his chin resting in his hands and looking dreamily at her.

"You are soooooo smart."

Lizbeth laughed and gave him a quick kiss that he eagerly accepted.

He was starting up the car when his phone started buzzing across the dashboard. He took it in his hand and handed over to his unofficial girlfriend.

" What does it say?" He asked when he saw Lizbeths slack jaw.

"Oh my god. The Marble Man has feelings."

"Take care of my little girl tonight okay- Enjorlas"


"You got it bro.- R"

Enjolras stabbed at his plate as he stared at the text.

It was almost two hours late, typical R.

"So how is everything going with your cheerleading sweetheart?" He heard his mother ask Leslie at their dinner table.

"Oh I'm up for the captain's position next year. I'm so excited. I mean I'm completely devastated that my Jolras is going to be off in the university but well…at least with that there is something to look forward to." Leslie remarked with a childish teasing pout at his mom.

There was a time when he would have found the move sexy but now it looked ridiculous. Her face was to pale, her eyes bright enough that they looked conniving, and her cheeks well…

Enjolras downed his wine like water and tried to ignore the image of Eponine and those blasted dimples getting into Combeferre's car.

"There's no need to fret Leslie. I'm sure my son has got very special plans for you and our family. "

He chanced a look at his mother and she smiled at him knowingly.

"Don't you Enjolras?"

He took another drink and nodded. He knew better than to go against his mother. It seemed he would need to go find an engagement ring.

Enjolras could almost hear Eponine making fun of him for being a pushover much to his growing irritation. She would pretend to vomit if she heard of the ridiculous idea to marry right out of high school.

He drank more wine to wipe away thoughts of his impending proposal and let his head wander to a topic much sweeter.

Eponine.

Enjolras's fingers itched to text her at the club, maybe even ditch the dinner and go off to find her but he knew he couldn't get away with leaving Leslie alone with his mother.

What was she doing right now? At this very moment.

The image of her with her dimpled cheeks and ever present cigarette filled his mind's eye. Was she throwing her hair back and laughing at some crude joke that R made or snickering with Adrianne as Suzy fawned over Joly? Was she dancing, face flushed with inebriation, shaded in colors of neon lights?

He could see her and Lizbeth holding onto each other and slow dancing as the boys wolf whistled at them.

Enjolras felt a smile fight its way to his face and he put his head down so that it might not be mistaken for any sort of participation into the conversation at the table.

Her hands would be wound around Lizbeth or Adrianne, pressed tightly against them for shock value.

The sight of her made him dizzy and he let himself indulge in fantasy of them together.

Eponines heart shaped face was no longer smiling; it was shy and soft…sweet. Her dimples were prominent in her expression and her eyes as deep as when he took her that morning in the shower. Strong hands gripped at her small waist and lust crossed the hazel orbs.

Eponines hands drew upwards towards a long neck and blonde hair too straight.

In his vision Combeferre danced closely with her and he leaned in close to capture her mouth. Then they weren't at the bar at all. They were on Enjolras bed, Combeferre taking Eponine passionatly as she cried out his name in that soft whimper that was distinctly hers.

Enjolras stood up so fast he knocked his chair back and slammed his hand on the table causing his plate and full cup to fall and crash onto the floor.

Leslie and his mother startled alarmed but he couldn't bring himself to care.

The sound of Eponine's voice as she whispered out Combeferre's name enough to make him see red, his breath coming in harsh bursts and his knuckles white where he held on to the table for support.

He'd never felt so angry.

"Dinner is over." He ground out and turned his back on the table with no hesitation.

Enjolras called over the family valet and handed over his keys. "I've been drinking. I need you to get me to R's favorite bar….now."

The older man nodded eagerly obviously surprised by the young master's odd behavior but said nothing of it as they got in the town car and drove into the night.

That morning when Eponine told him he belonged to her, she had no idea how right she was.


"Mmmm… I'm drunk " Eponine slurred as she sat next to Grantiare and Combeferre watching the girls jump around to the music with the guys. Even Suzy was dancing with Courf and Joly.

"No…you're drunk." R slurred back and leaned to rest his head against her shoulder.

"That's what I said! Wait….did I say it or did I just think it? Did you hear me?" Eponine prodded at Ferre. The blonde laughed and tightened his arm around her to keep her steady.

Eponine rolled her head onto Grantiare's head and relaxed in the curls.

"I think you guys have had enough." Combeferre said as R started snoring. Eponine picked up her head a bit and scrunched her nose up at him.

" I don't believe in limits! I'm not a quitter." Eponine laughed at her own joke and shrugged Grantiare unil he lay with his head on the bar.

"Lets dance Ferre! I haven't danced all night because Mr….um…Mr…Mr. Have a drink with me had me …wait…um…what am I trying to say?" She asked as she leaned into him to hear his response.

Combeferre helped her stand and took her to the girls. " You wanted to dance."

He was about to pass her to Nina but in her drunken haze she just wanted to dance with him.

"No…you."

Eponine took his hand and started to twirl, pushing him until he started to move to the music. They danced for almost an hour until she needed to take a breather.

"Enjolras won't like this when he finds out." Combeferre said as winded as she was and she felt a frown form on her face.

"So? Enjor-Enj- damn it Enjy doesn't control me. He's got a girlfriend to do that to. DOBBY IS A FREE ELF!"

Ferre ruffled her hair and laughed when she did the same to him with both hands.

"I thought you and him were….different." He asked softly.

She pouted and poked him in the chest. "Not that it's any of your business but yes. It's different, and special but that doesn't matter cuz – hic – cuz he's with his girlfriend tonight….in his bed, all warm and tight. And I'm here alone. Well not alone but –hic- but he's not here with me. You know what I mean. I'm totally awesome. So I know. I know what I'm talkin about. That's also why I'm a bird."

Combeferre laughed loudly at that and she felt so giddy she could burst.

She was admittedly sad when she got there, not that she could remember why at the moment but right then and there she was having fun.

And nothing mattered.

That was thanks to Ferre and the Les mainly Ferre….in fact she should say thank you. Eponine thought hazily.

She pushed up on her tip toes and meant to kiss the other boy on the cheek but he turned at her movement and their lips crashed together.

His eyes widened and she pushed away from him with a red face.

"I – um…that's not-" She started but never got to finish the thought.

Eponine felt her body spin and crash into a solid mass and she looked up to the eyes of a deadly storm.

Enjolras's whole body was livewire and rigged as if his body was truly carved from stone. One look at him and the vision of angels and demigods came to mind.

Eponine bit her lip and resisted the urge to cradle his face and call him Apollo, for he truly looked like the god of the sun, so bright, burning and terrible.

Eponine saw him turn his gaze to Combeferre and the other boy put his hands up in defense.

"She wanted to dance." He said pointedly.

"I wanted to dance. And I don't need permission to do it." She spoke up and caught Enjolras's chin until he looked at her.

There was a minute between them of silence and then Enjolras nodded and his face softened.

She turned her attention to Combeferre and smiled apologetically at him. Ferre just reached out and tucked a stray hair from her face.

"Tonight was great Ponine. We should do this again."

Eponine tugged against Enjolras grip and he released her without struggle.

She ran up to and hugged Combeferre tightly. "Thak you for tonight. You're totally awesome." He kissed the top of her head and cast one more look at Enjolras before he made his way out of the bar.

"Having fun?"

"Mhhhmmm. I was. A lot."

Enjolras tucked her under him again and they started to sway softly despite the fast paced music.

"I could see that."

"You're an idiot. That was an accident. And even if it wasn't I wouldn't apologize." She challenged with a proud grin.

He ran one of his hand up her neck and jaw letting it rest there as his thumb grazed over her slightly parted lips.

"How often do you kiss other boys?"

"As often as I fucking please. " Eponine let out.

He growled and backed her up against a dark corner of the bar, and he could taste the whiskey on her breath.

He reached out and bit her bottom lip and pulled it softly for just a moment.

Her eyes glazed over and a hungry look took over.

"I want to go. Now." Eponine bit out.

Enjolras let a hand stray to the grove of her ass and pinch.

"I thought you were mad at me my little girl?'

Eponine tugged on the front of his shirt and brought their lips near centimeters apart.

"You can either take me home….or I can call Ferre."

Enjolras's eyes grew darker the moment she said the other boys name.

He pressed her hard against the wall and let himself tower over her.

Slowly he leaned in until his for forehead pressed against hers and sighed softly.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me. You're like a siren singing me to shipwreck."

Eponine let her fingers rest on his jaw as she smiled wickedly onto his lips.

"Crash then."


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