Well, no one's cussed me out yet, so I feel a little accomplished. This is really the moment a lot of you have been waiting for, so, enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing from anything from anytime or anyplace that has anything to do with Les Mis. I only own my imagination. Merci.

Castles

Enjolras felt air flood into his lungs and he gasped, sitting upright. The room was pure white, so blindingly white. He reached for his slide and expected to feel blood pouring out of it, or at least a bandage, but upon further inspection, he found it to be completely healed, as if he had never been shot. He frowned and stood up slowly, his legs shaking. There was nothing in the room, besides a brown door at the end. He didn't feel like waiting inside; who knew if he would be picked up by whomever had dropped him there? So, he reached for the doorknob and was pleased to see that it opened smoothly.

Exiting, he walked into a large foyer, created by pure gold. His frown deepened. This was definitively not France, nor England. In the back of his mind, he knew exactly where he was, but he refused to accept. He would find who ever was in charge and demand he be sent back.

But then he stopped. If he was in.. She would be.. and they would be, too. Forgetting literally everything else about himself and his home, his feet broke off into a run for the nearest room.

Marius hauled the lifeless Enjolras into his arms and scampered out of the café. It had been such a mistake to come. Grantaire, too, felt responsible. Enjolras had professed some sort of anxiety about the trip, feeling that something would happen, and he had been right. He should have listened, but he never did.

Marius was intent on getting Enjolras to l'hôpital. He could feel through the clothes that his friend was more than dead, but he couldn't live with that; he had to try. When he'd seen, faintly, out of the corner of his eye, the gunman run away, he had seen the familiar uniform of a National Gaurdsmen. Revenge, he supposed, was the motive in this. With a heavy heart, the duo made haste for the hospital.

They knew, though, in their minds, this would be their last trip with their leader, their friend.

Enjolras' shoes skidded on the floor and he bent down to steady himself. The nearest room had been the room Gavroche had first shown Eponine into when she passed away. Now, it was empty, and Enjolras whipped his head around to get a trace of someone, anyone. Sighing, he sank down on the velvet couch beside him. Surely there was someone there? Anyone?

Rubbing his palms into his eyes, his excitement began to simmer down. His children.. He would never see them again, never hold them, never see them grow up. He thought of Henry and how he had promised the lad that he would come back. But he wouldn't and that broke his heart more than anything.

He heard a harsh whisper behind him. "Oh, God. It was true.. I-I was right."

Enjolras turned around quickly and frowned, ready to yell, to even plead to be taken back. Anything to see his children. But with a glare to the person before him, he slowly began to change his mind. His heart stopped; his palms began to sweat; his tongue turned to lead. All the feelings came back to him in one blow and all he could manage was a guttural, "Eponine."

The doctors were reluctant to do anything. They could feel Marius' desperation, though, and for his sake, they said they would do all that they did. Only now, Grantaire and Marius would have to wait. Grantaire said he would get to work on the letter; he had no hope for his dear friend, like always. Marius merely waved Grantaire off. He knew that Grantaire was lying and that he would probably get himself so wasted that couldn't even open his eyes. Why should he care? Enjolras was dead and now there were two Les Amis.

Marius really was focused on his wife and child now. No one else mattered.

Enjolras couldn't move fast enough. He could feel the floor tip beneath him as he jumped up and ran around the couch. Soon, he was on his knees on the floor, but he was back up just as fast. Eponine stood stock still at the door. When he reached her, all he could do was stand before her, taking her in. She looked healthy for the first time. Her hair was lighter and her eyes were brighter. But her face was one of shock and confusion. She almost looked disappointed.

Enjolras swallowed audibly. "Eponine," he whispered. His hands moved to take her shoulders, but he let them drop mid-air. He was afraid that if he touched her she vanish.

She shook her head in disbelief, then she laughed and Enjolras' smile split his face in two. Her arms were then around his neck, her feet off the floor, and he felt the sobs build up in the back of his throat. She felt so good. She felt like she was back home. He put hand on the back of her head and spun her around the room, kissing the spot underneath her ear. She giggled and dropped down back to the floor, holding his cheeks in her hands.

"My darling Enjolras," she whispered.

He smiled and rubbed her cheek with his thumb. "Are you done waiting then?"

She shrugged, a twinkle in her eye. "I guess."

Placing his hands in the small of her back, he pulled her closer and she sighed in contentment, putting her hand on his chest. "Yes, I suppose, I'm done waiting."

He smiled and kissed the top of her head. "My love," he said, repeating it over and over.

Enjolras was home, and Eponine had waited long enough.

The doctors had informed Marius they could do nothing more. It was a lost cause, they said. They told Marius to send word to his family as soon as possible. The sooner he was buried, the better. Marius had merely nodded, walking out of the hospital slowly, his mind blank.

There was no way in hell he was going to be the one to tell the children.

Enjolras had yet to see any of Les Amis, but he didn't mind. He had Eponine nestled in his arms and that was all he wanted, all he needed. It felt so right, they way they fit together like pieces of a puzzle. Even so, his children were on his mind. He couldn't bare to see them now. Pressing a firm kiss to Eponine's temple, he felt her stir and pull him tighter. He smiled sadly, rubbing her shoulder, they way he used to.

"So," he began. "Did you watch us all along? Alfy and I?"

She smiled against his chest and nodded. "Yes."

"So you saw.. Ruby and I then?"

She stiffened. "Yes."

"I'm sorry about that."

She sighed. "I didn't expect you to become a monk or anything. Obviously, you didn't." she looked up and wiggled her eyebrows; he chuckled, bent low, and kissed her.

He winked. "I sired a few, yes."

"They're lovely." she returned her head to his chest.

Enjolras shifted his weight and Eponine moved with him. "I know." he looked over to the wall, expecting to see a window, but there were no windows there. "Can I see them now, Ep?" he laughed. "I mean, I don't mind this at all," he gestured to their intwined bodies. "But, even so, I'd really like to give Combeferre a sloppy wet kiss on the cheek."

Eponine laughed so loud and so heartily, Enjolras couldn't contain his tears any longer. He burst into sobs and Eponine's laughed immediately stopped. She moved up onto her knees and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, caressing the back of his neck.

"My darling? What's wrong?!"

He looked up at her, eyes shinning with tears, yet full of happiness. "I missed that sound," he whispered, kissing her again. She chuckled softly.

"I missed the sound of your voice," she said.

"I missed your hair." he twirled a piece between his fingers.

"And I, your speeches."

"I missed the way you would always tease me."

"I missed your hands." she held his hand in her own, watching it swallow her's.

He smiled and kissed her palms. "Seriously, Eponine," he started, looking up from her hand. "Can we go see them?"

She laughed again, running a hand through his hair. This time, though, he didn't let it phase him. He was going to see his friends and he was going to try his damnedest not to cry.

I hope you guys still don't hate me too much. Try and refrain from throwing tomatoes at me! Was this was you were wanting...? Also, if any of you need to PM me with questions, don't hesitate to. I wanna know what you're really feeling.

Love, Jess