There was little Courfeyrac could do, he knew it, so he quickly managed to haul Jehan into his bed before running to Grantaire for help.

Grantaire rushed in in his boxers, paint still smudged against his cheek.

"What did he do?" Grantaire asked frantically.

"I have no idea, he hasn't been showing any hardcore signs of withdrawal, so I don't see why he needed to use again …" Courfeyrac said, looking at the blissful poet in his bed.

"I bet he's been hiding it. Ep used to do that, she's go into her room and try ride it out on her own, but she'd never be able to cope and would always go out for a shoot up." Grantaire looked solemn as he spoke of Eponine but looked down at Jehan and sighed.

"I suggest we leave him. There's nothing much we do right now anyway." Grantaire shrugged and walked out of the room.

Courfeyrac looked down at Jehan and bit his lip before kissing his head gently.

"Bon nuit my little poet." Courfeyrac whispered as he walked out.

What he didn't see was the corner of Jehan's mouth turning up slightly when Courfeyrac left.

….

So many thoughts were swirling through his mind. Courfeyrac could be his lost brother? Was it possible? Did things like this really happen in real life?

Enjolras sat in his chair at the coffee shop, running his hands through his hair as he tried to find the words to write on his paperwork. He looked at the page and all he could see were blurry lines and words that didn't look real. He groaned before shoving his work into his messenger bag and walking out of the cafe, he knew he had to find Courfeyrac and get to the bottom of this.

…..

Grantaire was sat on his bed. His sketch book was laid out in front of him as he swept pencil against paper in effort to capture life into Eponine's eyes.

He was interrupted when his phone lit up on his bedside table.

On My to-kill list (A.K.A) MontparnASS: Hey R, how are things? You getting pretty lonely? Miss her slender body in your arms, or her nimble little fingers against your skin, or her sweet lips on yours? Glad you know about the HIV. Shame that, isn't it? She really was a bright girl. Wasn't expecting that at all actually … Anyway, just checking up on you and hope you're okay. :) xx

Grantaire couldn't help but grit his teeth as he imagined every possible way of getting revenge on Montparnasse.

He was about to reply when he heard crying coming from his living room. He jumped up and sprinted out, hearing the sound of Courfeyrac's distinct voice.

"I-I can't believe it …"

Grantaire looked at Enjolras who had his arms wrapped tightly against Courfeyrac who was in fact naked.

"Courf! Put it away …" Grantaire joked and Courfeyrac smiled.

"So, what brings Apollo here today?" Grantaire asked.

"He isn't Apollo, R." Courfeyrac said, not letting go of Enjolras who was wearing a similar grin.

"Then who is he?" Grantaire smirked.

"Grantaire, meet my brother."

Grantaire's jaw dropped as he steadied himself against the sofa, looking between both men. "Brothers?! How did I not see this before?!" Grantaire jumped onto Courfeyrac's back, resulting in him collapsing on Enjolras as they all tumbled onto the floor in fits of giggles, not counting Enjolras (He claims he doesn't 'giggle'.)

A/N: I am sorry for not updating, had a lot on and been under so much stress it's untrue. I'll hopefully start uploading more often to this story and my other story (Flaws) So Expect a new chapter at some point during the week :)

-R