A/N: Ehehehe I hope you like this chapter! But before we get to that, I'd like to thank Smiles 1998 and Alex-samsprout and Guest for your lovely reviews. Guest understood who Bob Goblin was; a character from Wallycazam a show on Nick Jr. my baby sister loves. Lol, Bob Goblin cracks me up even though I'm honestly too old to be watching that show. Anyways, ON WITH THE STORY!

Without Me

Suddenly, there was no pain. I couldn't feel the gunshot wound, my head wasn't pounding, my back didn't hurt. I opened my eyes slowly, to see Joly looking down intently at me. I sat up slowly, and saw that he kept on staring at the table. I turned, and there I was, lying on the table… was I dead?

Joly was staring at me –my body-, thinking about what to do next. I leaned down and put my ear to my lips. I was still breathing. Barely. Right under my shoulder, there was a bandage, red had seeped through it. Joly's hands were bloody. I wonder if I'd already lost too much blood.

I glanced at the doorway, Enjolras was gone. I eased off the table, and wandered out the door to look for him. Everyone except for those I loved looked transparent. I could clearly see Gavroche talking to Marius, Enjolras staring numbly at the floor, Grantaire drinking beer in the tavern and glowering at Javert, Azelma fixing someone else's wound and glancing over at my body frequently, Courfeyrac and Combeferre walking over to Enjolras along with a few other of the original Les Amis.

First I had to see Gavroche. I hurried over to him, passing through the almost invisible strangers. But Gavroche and Marius looked as solid as they ever did.

"I need you to give this letter to Cosette," Marius said, handing Gavroche a letter.

"Of course, without you I'd have bitten the dust," Gavroche nodded with a smile. Did he know I was hurt?

"Leave at dawn and don't come back until past dusk," Marius ordered. Ah, Courfeyrac had probably set him up to this. Gavroche nodded, I felt instant relief. Maybe God wanted me to see that everyone I loved would be safe before I died.

Gavroche nodded and turned to leave through one of the back exits of the Barricade, when Marius called, "Gavroche-"

Don't tell him, Marius. Don't tell him or he won't leave, I pleaded.

"Er- Make sure you give it to her at a reasonable time tomorrow; wouldn't want to wake her up. And remember, do not return until after dusk so the National Guard won't see you," Marius murmured, but I could see tears in his eyes.

Gavroche nodded, he looked a bit weirded out, and then he left. I smiled at Marius, Thank you. I never thought I'd think this, but I thought, Thank God he's still in love with Cosette. Now that this had been taken care of I'd go and see Enjolras. I skipped away from Marius and easily spotted Enjolras. The Barricade boys were conferring with him; he had a deadly serious look in his eyes. Someone was dead. Me? Anxiously, I rushed up to the meeting and listened intently.

"We did a headcount," Combeferre said softly, "They can't find Jehan Prouvaire among the living or the dead."

"Three were killed, four more injured," Feuilly declared, "The bullets are ricocheting off the walls of the Corinth."

Bahorel looked about ready to cry; he and Jehan were best friends.

"He's been captured," Courfeyrac concluded about Jehan.

Enjolras nodded grimly, "Get Grantaire to bring up Javert, we'll have to make a trade."

Feuilly and Bahorel nodded and ran to the Tavern. I looked at Enjolras and frowned, he was so stressed out right now. I wanted to hug him and kiss him more than anything.

"We have to do something about the bullets ricocheting," Combeferre muttered.

Then there was an awkward silence.

"Marius sent Gavroche out," Courfeyrac announced.

Enjolras nodded numbly, "If Eponine doesn't wake up either you or Joly will have to get the kids out of here if things get too hectic." His voice cracked when he said wake up, Combeferre patted his shoulder, but Enjolras stared at the floor. I could see him struggling with his emotions, trying desperately to glue the marble back together and harden it stronger than before.

"Joly will, I'll help you guys lead," Courfeyrac said softly.

But you won't have to! It will be a success, it has to!

Just then, Bahorel and Feuilly returned with Javert who was bleeding slightly from the head. I glowered at him, but he couldn't see me. No one could.

Enjolras opened his mouth to say something, when Jehan Prouvaire's voice shouted, "Vive la France! Vive l'avenir!"

I froze, we all did and then a dozen muskets went off and there was silence. Make that four dead.

"No!" Bahorel cried, falling to the floor.

I remembered Jeahn in solemn silence. He always wrote the loveliest poems. He was so kind, always complimenting everyone, yet always absent in thought. He was the youngest member of Les Amis, aside from Gavroche and joined out of sympathy for women and children. Glancing down pitifully at the sobbing Bahorel, I realized that Jehan Prouvaire had just recited his last poem.

"Napoleon died pronouncing the word arme'e, Lamarque pronouncing the word patrie." Bahorel whispered; a short poem in the memory of his best friend.

"Your friends have just shot you," Enjolras snarled at Javert, "Take him back!"

Bahorel sat sniffling on the floor, and Enjolras looked at him sympathetically. He turned and hurried off, I followed him sadly. He turned into an alley where no one could see it, kicked the wall, punched it, and then sat on the floor and glowered down.

Hi, I thought sadly, sitting next to him. While he had stalked over him by himself, I saw people looking at him weird, worried, but he didn't even glance at them. Some looked angry. They needed a leader, if he was going to go comatose every time someone got shot, he wouldn't be a very good leader. They didn't know that I had been different, heck I hadn't even known.

Now I could feel that what Grantaire had said was true. Enjolras did indeed love me, and he'd loved me for a while now. How funny it is that both Enjolras and I loved people before we even talked to them; before we even got to know them. And neither of us seemed the type to do so: he had his revolution, I had my siblings. Smiling sadly, I reached out and touched his shoulder, and then suddenly saw things the way he did…

It started nearly two years ago: Marius walked in, Enjolras –I- frowned at him as usual, but then a girl came in behind him… Me! A beautiful, No Enjolras, don't think that... An ordinary street Gamine, what was she doing here? She couldn't help my revolution and I- I mean, my men do not need a distraction.

Some time had passed, I was just becoming friends with Grant, Enjolras saw: I was sitting next to Grant when the girl came up to us. Damn, what was she doing here? Why did she come over here? She was going to be the one to ruin me and stop my revolution and I wouldn't let that happen. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, but I wouldn't let it get to me. She wouldn't have control over me. She pulled up a chair, I almost left, but I decided to test myself. Stay focused Enjolras, I know you can beat her charm and beauty. But I couldn't. She was hilarious, and she had a wonderful personality. I found myself smiling, then laughing with Grantaire at what she said. She grew quiet, and looked at me, I was beginning to blush: did she like me? I opened my mouth to say something witty, when she stood up, and walked behind me. I turned and saw her hurrying to Marius. Oh, right…

And then she (I) was in my (Enjolras's) arms less than a week ago, She was crying in my arms, I could feel her shaking. I almost kissed her, but the look on her face told me not to. I closed my eyes in her hair, I'd wanted to hold her like this for as long as I could imagine. I didn't want to let her go, I never thought we'd become even friends and now we were so close… Thank God I got sent to prison that day and found her, it was meant to be!

And our first kiss. Her lips on mines! It felt wonderful, but I couldn't… what about my Patria?! Patria comes- No! Not this time, I wanted Eponine more than anything. I hated myself for being so shallow, for being like every other male on this planet and wanting a beautiful lady to hold in my arms forever, but this was perfect. I wished to stay in that moment forever.

I pulled my hand away and tears filled in my eyes. All of a sudden, I didn't want to leave. I got on my knees and leaned forward to kiss him when suddenly, my gunshot wound began throbbing, then hurting. I couldn't lift my arm. The back of my head slowly began throbbing, it didn't hurt as bad as it had when I'd first fallen off the barricade, but it still hurt. I probably had a big bruise. My back once again was hurting, and tears filled my eyes. I didn't want to go! I didn't want him to have to live without me!

A/N: I initially wanted this chapter to be written in Enjolras's POV, but then I thought otherwise. Oh well, maybe next chapter... ; )