Holy crap, people actually LIKE this story! Well, thank you for making me hustle with my updates. I did get an idea from Allanna Stone that I am going to use, so if you have any ideas, feel free to share! But here is part 4/4 of the Fear Drabbles. The end was kind of thrown together, so feel free to yell at me for it.
Enjolras had learned very quickly that Cosette had many fears. In particular, she was afraid of the dark, robbers and mice. Cosette learned very quickly that Enjolras had very few fears. In fact, she was sure that her revolutionary was made of stone, with absolutely no weaknesses. However, one winter night, she realized that even solid stone has its cracks.
Enjolras' landlord asked if the students who lived under his roof could clean out and fix up the attic so it could be converted into another room. The boys, needing something to do, happily obliged. Cosette sat in the sitting room of her flat, listening to the boys working on the floor above hers. She was curled up by the fire, doing some embroidery and humming a song that she had heard people sing in the street. Something about lovely ladies. Her only plan was to finish this line of embroidery and then make some sandwiches for the men. She listening to the creaking upstairs, and smiled to herself. She could get used to things like this.
But a series of frightened shouts startled her from what she was doing. In particular, a voice that stuck out amongst the bedlam was her own Enjolras', screaming "GET THAT BLOODY THING AWAY FROM ME!"
Dropping her embroidery, she ran down the hallway, hiked up her skirts in a very unladylike fashion (thank goodness she was only wearing a simple dress, the hoops would never have fit through the attic entranceway), and climbed up the ladder as quick as she could. "What is going on?" She asked, looked around in a worried away. What she saw surprised her.
Grantaire and Combeferre were doubled over in a corner laughing so hard they were crying. Joly was rubbing his arms, muttering about rabies and lice, and Courfeyrac was crossing himself. The other three men were standing in the middle of the room, staring at the far left corner where a bed would be. And the crowning glory of the confusion was that her brave, calm Enjolras was reduced to a quivering ball of expletives and screams in the corner, staring at the ceiling. She looked up and saw, in the candlelight, a bat hanging from the rafters. A small brown bat that was swinging with the motions of having just landed had caused all this trouble.
Well, that was interesting to learn. Enjolras was afraid of bats.
Cosette climbed up and carefully approached her revolutionary. "Enjolras, are you okay? It's just a bat."
"GET RID OF IT!" He roared, scrambling to his feet and running down the ladder as fast as his legs would carry him, knocking Cosette over in the process.
She looked at Courfeyrac with confusion and in between gasping breaths, he explained, "Some guys at school put an entire nest of them into a closet and locked him in it for hours. Since then...he does this."
"Poor Enjolras!" She gasped. Cosette herself was terrified of mice, and in all honesty, bats looked like flying mice, but as the other men stayed away, she carefully moved past the bat to open the small window. It would fly out that night, and she would close it after the bat had left. After that, she headed back downstairs to calm down her revolutionary. "I guess everyone has their weak spots." She thought. "Even Enjolras."
The next day, she came downstairs to the communal breakfast table and told them all that the bat was gone. It had come back during the night, but she shooed it away. Enjolras' response to that was to pick her up, spin her in circles, and kiss her so hard that she couldn't breathe. As the men laughed, she thought mischievously, "I better find some more bats..."
