"Let's take a small break. Come back in ten." Enjolras said loudly, distracting Eponine from her thoughts, she shook her head, clearing it. In all the commotion she didn't notice Marius walk up to her.

"Eponine, can I talk to you for a second?" He asked quietly, she grimaced at the floor, the small pain finding its way back into her heart. She forced a smile she hoped looked pleasant, and nodded at him. He seemed immensely relieved and led her into a smaller room of the Musain, but not before a comforting look from Courfeyrac as she passed.

"I- uh- I have been writing to Cosette-" So that was the girls name. "And uh- I've been getting Azelma to give her the letters but since Lamarque is dead she really needs to know and I won't see her until a day from now and I need to get this to her and I was wondering-"

"You've been getting my sister to help you?" She asked, surprisingly calm since on the inside she had started to boil with rage. He frowned, looking at the floor in shame.

"I- I - yes I have. I'm sorry 'Ponine, I-"

"Did all of this mean nothing to you? Enjolras risked his life to save her, he nearly died! I can't believe you! I can't believe Feuilly didn't try to stop her-" she exclaimed loudly.

"He did! But you know how she is!" She bit back, she did know how her sister was, determined to please and innocent. The thought made her angrier, and she could see how her sister was convinced to take the letters, how she must have been scared on the streets... How she must have been fierce with Feuilly, telling him she could go on her own when deep down she was lying...

"Give it to me." She said in a deadly quiet voice, he froze, looking at her warily. "I'm sorry I went off on you..." She said softly, though of course she wasn't sorry at all, he had stepped past a boundary she never thought he'd pass. A boundary it would be hard to forgive. He grimaced, stepping closer to her in an attempt to make things better.

"No, Ep, I'm sorry-"

"Just give me the letter, please, Marius." She finally sighed, having enough of his talking. He handed it to her, and a weight she never thought she'd feel pressed into her. He looked like a child to her, guilty, sad, and even then all she could feel was the slight pain of heartbreak and anger that he had betrayed her trust after all he had done.

"I really am sorry, Ep." He whispered, she nodded, biting her lip. Knowing he hadn't seen what he was doing, like usual.

"Where does she live?" She asked.

"Rue Plumet." He replied, and watched her quietly as she slid through the door and back into the main room of the Musain. The men had all gathered in clumps, she scoured them for Enjolras, knowing he wouldn't agree with what she was planning in her head. That being the case she knew the only way she would be able to get the letter to Cosette and get it over with... Was to sneak out by herself. She knew Enjolras wouldn't be okay with her going at all no matter the situation, and she didn't blame him, but it still had to be done.

Enjolras stood next to Combeferre in deep conversation, Courfeyrac was with Grantaire and Gavroche... With a silence she made her way to the door. She was almost outside, her heart pounding, when Enjolras' frame blocked her with an almost growl.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked cautiously, she frowned, her eyebrows furrowing in a way he only made them do. Eponine looked into his beautiful face, strong and rid of bruises and small cuts he had received from Montparnasse. She had been hoping she wouldn't have to face him until later that night when she returned.

"I have to do something." She replied, he raised his eyebrows and she sighed, "Marius has been making my sister give letters to Cosette, and apparently he needs another one sent. I will not let him make my sister go out again and risk herself-"

"And do you think I'll let you risk yourself as well?" He interrupted, she clenched her jaw and crossed her arms.

"No, but it doesn't matter. Enjolras, you said it yourself, my father and his men haven't been seen in weeks! Her place is not far from here, I'll be back within the half hour." She hissed, he glared at her, shifting. The room had gotten a bit quieter, and she looked behind her to see some of the men- mainly Courfeyrac, Bossuet, and Joly- watching them.

"Please, Eponine-" he began, but she gave him a look and he fell silent, looking at her with a face with what looked like a mix of lust and anger. She smirked, and he groaned.

"Joly, get over here please." He called, Courfeyrac followed the medical student with concern. Joly looked nervously at them, his eyes clicking between herself and Enjolras who was still blocking the door with his body.

"Go with her please." Enjolras finally said, Eponine's head whipped around to him in surprise; she had been expecting him to make Joly go instead of her, not him come along. He was always finding ways to change how she thinks about him.

"Go where?" Courfeyrac asked, his dark eyes raking her with worry.

"Rue Plumet." She replied, his eyebrows furrowed and he stepped closer, knowing her brother was probably attempting to listen in. He was right, Gavroche had slunk around and was currently hiding underneath a table and staring intently at them. Courfeyrac nodded and shifted his weight again, he didn't need to ask why she was going.

"Please be safe." He murmured to her, she nodded, taking his hand momentarily like he did so many times to her. Joly was pulled over by Enjolras for a moment, and she knew he was telling him to keep a good eye on her. That annoyed her only slightly since she was happy to have someone- especially Enjolras- care about how safe she was. The only other times something like that happened to her were with her sister and brother, since they were family and took care of each other. They really didn't have much of a choice since their parents were good-for-nothing con artists and were always getting into trouble.

Enjolras took another look at her with worry running into his eyes and then turned back to the other men, calling that time was up and they had to plan for Lamarque's funeral. Joly smiled cautiously at her and then followed her out the door.

The outside was cool and calming compared to the rushing and adrenaline inside the cafe. The night had fallen quickly and now the moon- full and bright- glowed serenely down at them. The cobbled street looked almost clean in the light, a complete contrast to how it seemed during the day, brown, mucky, and covered in a thick layer of dust.

"This way." Eponine murmured, turning to the right and trailing down an alleyway that was fairly cleared of people, only one couple were writhing against the wall, groaning as they passed. Joly looked extremely flustered and started muttering under his breath about germs.

Eponine winded down a long street, taking a left and a right before stopping abruptly, a small house with a garden behind a gate in front of them. Joly looked at her curiously. She wasn't exactly sure what to do from there, not knowing how her sister got Cosette to give her the letter, or- but the front door opened a second later, and a young girl with blond hair appeared.

She was so pretty Eponine's heart actually ached in full throttle, no wonder Marius never noticed her, and with that thought Eponine regrettably started to wonder what Enjolras saw in her, with her brittle dark hair and accusing face... She must look like a joke compared to this girl in front of her, this girl with blue round eyes and a small but sweet smile.

"Hello." The girl said tentatively, eyeing Eponine and Joly carefully. Eponine's stomach dropped at the sound of her voice, for a moment she had been hoping she was an allusion.

"Cosette?" She asked back, not even surprised when the girl nodded, Eponine swallowed and took a brave step forward, holding out the letter that had been burning her hands. Cosette took it through the garden fence, opening it quickly, her face paled, and she looked up at Eponine in shock, her eyes full of worry.

"Wait here." She whispered frantically, bounding back into the house. Eponine bit on her lip, tears welling in her eyes.

"Eponine, you okay?" Joly asked quietly, she nodded wordlessly, not trusting herself to speak. What was she really? A con artist, a daughter to a wolf. Not what Enjolras held her up to be.

Joly stepped closer and put an arm around her shoulder, something she'd never expect him to do, yet seemed so right. He had been eyeing her and Enjolras, after all. Fury bubbled inside her again, and she clenched her fists, shoving her jagged nails into the skin of her palms with vigor.

The night grew even darker, a light misty rain starting to fall, the smell of sugary flowers springing to their noses, Jehan would love this. She thought to herself. The moon faded for a bit as they waited, and when Cosette returned, a mere five minutes later with a piece of paper clutched in her hand, it was almost overhead.

"Please give this to Marius-" she started, Eponine nodded.

"Don't expect me to come here again, or my sister." She said bluntly, "My family is not yours to use as a mailing service." Cosette looked taken aback, but a blush ran the length of her face.

"Thank you." She said softly, and walked away, looking back once before shutting the door to her home as a memory of a small child she and Azelma used to boss around formed in Eponine's head.

"Eponine." Enjolras murmured once they were finally back in his flat, long past midnight. She and Joly had returned to the Musain to find the meeting back in full throttle. Enjolras gave her a concerned but completely relieved look as she walked briskly over to Marius and handed him the letter, spitting out words about him not using his family again and manning up... She was surprised at her own forwardness and harsh words, but she had good reason, and didn't apologize.

Eponine hadn't spoken once on the walk back to Enjorlas' flat, just stared blankly ahead. He had taken her hand on the way; and she let him, but no words were uttered and she hadn't looked at him either. She couldn't look at him, not when she was doubting and questioning the entirety of their relationship with a rapid pace.

"Eponine-" he said again, she closed her eyes as she could feel him moving in front of her. "Please look at me." He whispered, his hand at her jaw. She obliged, searching his piercing blue ones, eyes after the revolution she may never see again, eyes she couldn't help but love. A sickened feeling surged into her again. He wiped at her cheek, and it took a minute to realize that she was crying. Fear and doubt took over her, if it wasn't one problem it was certainly the other.

"Enjolras, why are we doing this?" She whispered cautiously, deciding to start with the one thing nagging at her mind the most, he looked at her with furrowed eyebrows.

"What do you mean?" He asked back, she looked down and he forced eye contact again. Damn him.

"Do you love me?" She mumbled almost embarrassedly, barely audible even to herself.

"Of course I love you-" he began, but she cut him off with a shake of her head and continued on her way.

"But why? How can you love me? Have you even looked at me-"

"Of course I have! Eponine, what is making you ask these th- it was Marius wasn't it? What happened?" He demanded at a rapid fire, holding onto her even more than before. Her stomach fluttered by itself and she cursed herself.

"Nothing happened." She said softly, and he looked relieved, "it's just... Cosette-"

"Damn Cosette! Do you think that she is better than you? Because, Eponine, if I wanted a girl like her- I would have gone for a girl like her. But I didn't, because none of them-" she had pulled out of his grasp, stepping away and he seized her again, staring at her with an intensity she had never seen before. "None of them," he repeated, "compare to you."

His words floored her, and she began to question again, but he pressed his lips to hers, soft and knowing. Her arms snaked around his waist involuntarily.

"I love you, Eponine. I will always love you." She kissed him back, a fiery passion behind her moves, he groaned and pulled her closer. His body warm and strong. The doubt flew out of her, only a bit straying on the edges. But since those thoughts were gone they were replaced with even worse ones. About how the nearing revolution meant certain death. She couldn't lose him, but since he was the leader... He would be the most wanted, terror gripped her.

"Enjolras, the revolution, what if-" she gasped when he pulled back, he shook his head, his jaw clenching slightly.

"It'll be okay." He said quietly, fury bubbled inside her. It would not be okay. It would never be okay, and on this thought she let go of all other thoughts and went with the moment: him in front of her, in her arms, and looking at her with a lust she knew she was mirroring. She kissed him hard on the mouth, pulling his jacket off of him, and stepping back slightly, satisfied with the lost look on his face and the hunger in his eyes.

"How would you know?" She asked just to pester him a bit more, he laughed as though she had said something ridiculous. He kissed her again, and pulled one hand from her back to her waist, guiding her backwards to the bedroom; she fumbled with the buttons on his vest, already being laid down on the soft mattress. But his next words were not missed... and they pulled at her heart in every which way.

"I have you."

A/N: Gahhh, hello. Okay I've been writing this chapter for a week! A week! Gosh that was strangely really difficult to write and I'm not even sure how I feel about this chapter :/ but with that said there's more to come! Lamarque's funeral and all of that exciting stuff:) so what did you think? Thank you for all the lovely reviews they make my day! You guys are the best and I couldn't do it without you:3

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