A/N: YOU GUYS! I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH! :D I wanted to explain in two ways how Éponine's vision came back: it will be explained in the chapter and at the end, if need be. Anyway, thank you all for the reviews.

This chapter is slightly OOC for Enjolras toward the middle (when he's speaking with his girly). But, it all makes sense with the story, I think. (Besides, as I told Brittany, Enjolras is OOC in some way in mostly every story.)

Oh yeah, and it's my birthday on Saturday, too! This week is good.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

It Passes Quickly

The first thing Enjolras and Éponine did the next morning was go to the doctor. In the December chill, they wrapped Amelie up tightly and set off on their way. Éponine could not stop staring at her child and at her husband. It was probably bordering on annoying for Enjolras (He would huff slightly when she looked up at him again after staring at Amelie), but she knew that somewhere in his heart he didn't mind.

They were still bewildered as to how this was even possible; but neither were complaining. Éponine had her sight back and that was all that mattered.

When they reached the square, Enjolras hopped out of the carriage, took the baby, and then extended his hand for her to take. She did so and they walked into the office.

The doctor explained to the couple that he had seen this before, in very rare cases. In Éponine's case, she had lost her sight from a jar to the head. When the barrel of the gun hit her head, the force was so great it knocked the sight right out of her. When she had tumbled down the stairs and hit her head on the post, it had sent the vision clear back in.

However it happened, they were all happy. They only hoped that it would last. The doctor had said it could leave again; he'd seen that happen, too. Éponine had said that her vision was slightly blurry, but the blurriness was going away. The doctor had advised that she just rest for now.

Éponine was happy to oblige by any rules that he set, just as long as she could see.

Les Amis were told that evening. Every one of them was knocked off their feet. They were beyond supportive and beyond ecstatic. It was also the evening they met Amelie. Jehan was the first to cry, Grantaire was the second.

In the end, mostly everyone had at least one tear or two in their eyes and Amelie had been passed to everyone, excpect Bossuet for fear that she would be dropped; besides he was too teary-eyed.

Things were returning to normal.

Things were right again.

A month passed. Amelie grew stronger every day. Soon she was smiling at her parents and cooing. Much to Enjolras' delight, she would immediately squirm and squeal when he walked into the room, much like she had when she was in Éponine's womb.

Soon, another month passed. Éponine felt as though time were flying by too fast. She'd only just gotten used to seeing her child, seeing everything again. It was overwhelming at first. Light was too bright; being in the dark was too much to handle. It took much patience on her own part and Enjolras' to get used to the sun and the candles. She'd been without those things for months; it wasn't just going to go back to normal that fast.

When Amelie was two and a half months, Enjolras made a decision. He brought it forward to Éponine one evening while they were sitting in the library.

"I think I'd like to become a teacher," he said, putting his paper down.

Éponine looked up from where she was sitting with Amelie on the floor. "A.. a teacher? Rogier, what about the rebellion?"

Enjolras leaned back in his chair and nodded. "Yes, well, I was thinking about that, too. We have much time before that is going to arrive."

Éponine shook her head and pulled the baby up into her arms, squinting her eyes slightly as lightening struck outside. "The rebellion controls your life; you wont have time for teaching."

"I can make time."

"Why do you suddenly want to do this?" she asked, standing up, bouncing Amelie on her hip. "Teaching has never interested you before."

"It's what I went to school for," he started, standing up, moving toward the window to watch the rain.

"You didn't finish school, Enjolras," Éponine countered.

"I know; I know.." He sighed; he turned around from the window, looking hopeful. "I could go back and finish."

"You never answered my question: why is this suddenly something you're wanting?"

Enjolras sighed. "I have no way to provide for you. These past months we've been living off of my parents and the little wedding money we received. Éponine, I want to provide for you both. How can I do that if all I'm doing is planning my-" He stopped short, but Éponine knew what he was going to say.

"You will not die. I won't allow it."

Enjolras chuckled ruefully; he'd missed her stubborness. "I know you won't, and you needn't worry." He moved over to her and put a hand on the back of her neck. "I will be fine. We have time yet."

"Not enough," she whispered. She then righted herself and nodded. "If you want to become a teacher, Rogier, then become a teacher."

"Really? Do you mean it?"

Éponine shrugged. "I guess. I only wonder how Les Amis are going to feel. They think that you are slipping, Enjolras."

"Yes. I suppose, in a way, I am." He ran a hand through his hair, looking away. He'd been less focused on his work as of late. The baby, his wife, were his main priorities. At first, this had thrown him off; he was so used to working non-stop that something other than the rebellion seemed foreign to him. But then it felt right again. He should be with his girls, after all.

"And how do you feel about that?" Éponine picked the baby rattle off the floor and handed it to Amelie, who immediately threw it back on the ground again, squealing with delight.

"I feel.. indifferent." He smiled sadly and reached out his hands for Amelie. Éponine handed her off with thanks. Enjolras put his forehead against Amelie's and whispered, "How's my Rosy Cheeks?" before looking back at Éponine. "I should be getting more excited; the day dawns closer and closer."

"But things are different now."

"Yes."

"Do not feel bad that you are slipping, Enjolras. I am going to tell it to you straight: I'm thankful that you are. As much as I admire your courage in this, you have us to think about now. Where would we go if we lost you, huh?" She smiled sadly and put a hand on his arm. "Before anything, those men are your friends. They will surely understand if you decide to become a teacher."

Enjolras nodded and put a soft kiss on Éponine's cheek. "I missed you."

Éponine laughed once. "I missed you."

That night, Enjolras did decide to tell the men that night. At first, like he expected, they were outraged; in fact, they stayed outraged for most of the night. Even Combeferre.

But Enjolras explained it to them the best that he could.

Raising his hands to silence the once-more yelling Les Amis, he shouted for them to be quiet and they finally simmered down. "Now, please, listen to me."

There were grumbles of disagreement and resentment, but it was good enough for Enjolras.

"None of you are in the situation that I now find myself in. I have a wife and a daughter that I need to think about. I am not saying that I am abandoning the cause; there is no way in hell that I would do that!" They cheered and Enjolras chuckled. "But – but, I need a steady way of income. That's why I think it's time that I take a small step back and go back to school to finish my degree. Combeferre, I hope, will be able to take my place for awhile. I will be around doing whatever I can. I still plan on going to the rallies and such. I'm only saying that I need to focus on.. home a little more."

Courfeyrac sighed heavily. "I think that we understand, Enjolras, but that does not mean that we aren't pissed off our rockers!"

Enjolras nodded. "I know, but you-"

Courfeyrac stood up and pointed a finger. "You're worse than Marius, who might I add, has not been present since Éponine lost her sight! You cannot end up like him!"

Enjolras stepped down from the dais and stalked over to Courferyac. "I will not end up like him, but don't you dare speak badly about Pontmercy! I am doing what I think is right for my family! I have a family now, Charles; I need to think about them before I think about all of you."

Courfeyrac groaned. "Oh, please, Enjolras! Spare defending Marius for another day. God knows you're disappointed in him, too! I'm talking about you." His pointer fingers jabbed into Enjolras' chest and the latter flared up, grabbing Courfeyrac by the scruff of his collar.

"You listen here," Enjolras growled, his voice low. "I don't know how you just took what I just told you, so I will tell you again: I have two people to provide for now. I didn't have that when this started. I had nothing. They are the most important things in my life as of this moment. And if that pisses you off, then it pisses you off. But if you are so damn offended by me taking a small step away from this, then you can just leave yourself." He pushed Courfeyrac away and the man stumbled back into his chair, his pride wounded and ego deflated.

Enjolras turned around, a vein in his forehead thumping. "And in case you didn't hear that, that goes for every one of you, too! This could dissolve right here, right now, and I would gladly walk away. So, what is it going to be?"

This chapter is weird. It's like a filler, yet not. And we have some angry!Enjolras thrown in there for kicks.

And now it's medical time with Jess:

I know that some of you were wary about how I was going to pull this off or make it sound believable. I assure you, I am no doctor; I have no interest in it really at all. But, one time, I was watching Little House on the Prairie, the episode where Adam regained his sight. He had lost his sight in an explosion, resulting in head injury. When he was walking around in a store-room and tripped into explosive material, another explosion brought his sight back because of another head injury. Because everything needs to be correct, I looked it up to just make sure this was actually possible. And it is.

I found that "vision loss can be caused by damage to nerve fibers that carry vision signals to the eye after brain damage" ( ). Thus, you can go through therapy and such to regain it. But that all depends on the person.

Maybe it is a little far-fetched, but it is completely possible. Éponine just happened to be one of those people who got her sight back from how she lost it.

This was totally longer than I expected, but I thought I should go into a little more detail than the chapter. Until next time!

Jess

(PS I JUST REALISED THIS IS THE FIRST STORY I'VE WRITTEN WHERE ENJOLRAS AND ÉPONINE ARE TOGETHER WITH THEIR CHILD. WOW. I'M MEAN.)