Hello Everybody! I am glad that you all liked that fluffy last chapter where Gavroche was finally reunited with his guardian Courfeyrac. This chapter is fluffy too!

I hope you enjoy this!

Everyone had their place in the meetings. Grantaire, the cynic, would sit tilting back in his seat with a bottle to his lip, staring at the chief with his words having little meaning. Jehan, Joly and Marius would take in the information as they sat folding and preparing pamphlets. Enjolras would stand at the head of the table, giving his latest speech with Combeferre at his side taking detailed notes. In normal circumstances, Courfeyrac would be sitting on his other side, Gavroche sitting on his lap, listening to his every word and taking everything in, his quick mind developing plans but now Courfeyrac was still recovering. He spent most of his time asleep, recovering from the infection. He was out of danger now; he was just regaining his strength. Now Gavroche spent his time either sitting beside Courfeyrac with Eponine or sitting at the table beside Combeferre or Enjolras, trying to help in any way that he could.

The fever had broken three days ago, but Courfeyrac still wasn't up and about. The wound was healing well but the infection had taken his usually endless amount of energy. Any time he was awake was spent with Gavroche, keeping him company and trying to get a smile on his little face. He knew that Gavroche wanted nothing more than to him back to his normal self, picking him up and holding him as they helped at the rallies. It would be time before that could happen again. Whenever Joly or Combeferre entered the side room to check Courfeyrac's wounds, Gavroche would be there sitting beside Courfeyrac and holding his hand. Even if it was the middle of the night, he would be there.

Eponine knew that Gavroche wouldn't be happy nor would he be completely comfortable until he had Courfeyrac well again and beside him. She knew that he spent hours unable to sleep during the night, curled up to his best friend's side. She knew that the little boy still worried. She knew how Gavroche thought about things. He wanted to appear brave, to appear older than he was. He was only ten years old after all. When they were alone, he would seek comfort from her, sinking against her side as she pressed kisses to his forehead. But recently, she had been busy. Marius Pontmercy had her taking him to the Luxembourg, talking about an angelic girl who had captured his heart. As much as she wanted to be with Gavroche when he needed someone there, she felt that she had to do what Marius asked of her.

Gavroche thought about going to Enjolras or going to Combeferre, hoping that they would sink back into their protective roles and pick him up like they had before when Courfeyrac was sick, but he didn't want to appear weak in front of everybody else. He wanted to be like them, strong and brave like them. To do that, he couldn't be running and clinging to someone for them to hold him.

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"This is what we are fighting for, for everyone to be seen as equal, for the wealth of the country to be shared to those who did it simply to survive not to spend on unnecessary finery. We walk the streets on a daily basis and see entire families living in a shack of fabric, unable to feed their children and unable to find work because children are seen as a burden. We see children living alone, spending their days searching for food to survive off of" Enjolras said, his words passionate and meaningful. "We are fighting to change this. The royalty of our country care not for the people of the country they represent but rather for the money that the trails of those people bring to their pockets"

Applause and many statements of agreements came from the men around him and he nodded. He looked to Combeferre for a moment, seeing that his attention had strayed from his detailed notes to instead watching the little boy who sat by the window, arms wrapped around his knees as he stared blankly ahead. It soon became clear that Gavroche had attracted the attention of the other students as well, especially that of Grantaire.

"What is wrong with you tonight?" He asked going to the child. "Normally you hang on Apollo's every word"

Gavroche turned to the cynic, scowling. "You don't listen at all; I know what he said tonight, do you?"

"Someone is in a mood, are you a grumpy boy?" Grantaire laughed ruffling his hair

"Stop it Grantaire, go away" Gavroche snapped pushing his hands away. He was tired, that was clear in his face. Bags had been growing under his eyes for a number of days now. Sleep hadn't been coming easily. He had grown used to sleeping in his own bed at the apartment, now he slept curled beside Courfeyrac. But how could he sleep easily when he knew that his best friend, his guardian, still wasn't well? "Go away Grantaire"

The exchange between the cynic and the children had attracted the attention of Combeferre now. The young doctor had been worried about Gavroche's lack of sleep and this moody behaviour was simply a sign of his exhaustion. "He's tired" He whispered to Enjolras "He doesn't sleep well"

Grantaire, rather than showing concern, was laughing. "Aww, is the little one tired" He jested "Does the baby need his sleep?"

"Don't talk to me like I'm two!" Gavroche snapped pushing Grantaire back and standing up from his seat, holding back a yawn "I act more grown up then you do"

"Leave him alone Grantaire" Combeferre said from across the room.

"Ah I was just teasing" Grantaire replied with a laugh as he looked at the scowling child.

Gavroche, less than amused by the cynic's teasing, stood quickly. He swayed for a moment on the spot in his exhaustion before using all the remaining energy to push Grantaire out of the way. "Stop laughin' at me" he grumbled

"Oh yes, he really needs some sleep" The drunken smirked as Gavroche stepped passed him and crossed the room to Combeferre. The child looked up at the young doctor as he approached him before leaning heavily against his side.

"Combeferre, my head 'urts" He mumbled into the fabric of his waistcoat.

Combeferre nodded to himself, gently bending down to pick up the small boy and bringing him into his arms. "That's because you are tired, extremely tired in fact" he said holding him with one arm and using the other hand to hold under his chin to look at his face. "You could get sick if you don't have enough sleep. Imagine that, you would be ill and Courfeyrac may be up and about without you, that isn't what you want is it?"

Gavroche shook his head, wrapping his arms around Combeferre's neck. "I don't want to be sick"

"Then you need some sleep petit" Combeferre said softly running a hand through Gavroche's hair, his soft curls quickly bouncing back into place. "Come on, lay your head down"

Gavroche blinked sleepily, feeling Combeferre's arms around him and allowing himself to sink into his hold, resting his head on his broad shoulder. "Merci 'Ferre" He whispered

"It's alright 'Roche" Combeferre said softly, gently starting to walk around the room, his movement slow and gentle as he ran a hand up and down the child's back. "I've got you, it's alright"

Gavroche smiled to himself, comforted by the movement and the hand on his back. He felt comfortable and safe in Combeferre's arms, able to relax into his warm hold and know that he would keep holding him for as long as he needed the close contact. Combeferre was soft and gentle. Maybe that came with being a doctor. But Joly wasn't like this. Gavroche liked Joly but he was more proper and clinical whereas Combeferre would let him sit on his lap and would talk to him rather than just work out his symptoms and send him to bed.

"There we go" Combeferre whispered walking towards the side room where Courfeyrac was already sleeping on the cot "Rest" He could feel Gavroche's warm even breaths on his neck, a sign that the child was finally sleeping. He smiled coming to the cot, trying to lay him down. Even in sleep, his grip around the young doctor's shoulders was strong; he wanted to know that he was still there. "I'll stay here, it's alright Gavroche" He said softly, unlacing the boy's hands from around his neck and laying him down.

"What's goin' on" Courfeyrac mumbled, stirring, his eyes opening to look at Combeferre. He smiled seeing Gavroche beside him.

"He was overtired and very moody, he needs his sleep" Combeferre smiled adjusting the blankets around the bed to cover both him and Gavroche. "I got him to rest eventually, although Grantaire probably thinks I have gone soft allowing Gavroche to fall asleep in my arms."

"He likes to know that somebody is there, he likes to be held" Courfeyrac smiled turning his head to the side to press a kiss to Gavroche's hair. "He looks so sweet there, and so young"

"I think we forget how young he actually is, he tries to act much older than the average ten year old" Combeferre replied, smiling when Gavroche gripped onto his hand in his sleep as he sat down beside the bed.

"That comes from his life on the streets, he tells me he had to act older" Courfeyrac nodded.

"Oui, but I think his want to have someone holding him comes from not having anyone there when he was younger. It is comfort to him, knowing that someone holding him loves him and cares for him" Combeferre said, closing his large hand around Gavroche's much smaller one.

"I sometimes wish I had found him when he was younger, four years he was on his own" Courfeyrac said, carefully moving his arm to wrap his arm around the boy without waking him.

"He is here now, and we can keep him safe" Combeferre smiled.

"Merci Combeferre" Courfeyrac smiled "For letting him see that he can trust you, he needs that"

And there you have it Sleepy Gavroche and the sweethearts that are Combeferre and Courfeyrac

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