I am so very sorry for the last chapter, let me just say that I've had this planned for awhile (Erik and Enjolras being brothers was inspired by the amazing Ramin Karminloo and his breathtaking portrayals of both characters), However i've gotten more reviews/responses for that chapter than I have for the past few chapters so what works works.

Sorry this is short, I have a lot to do and no time to do it all

Now, on with the story!


Les amis sat around the table in the cafe not believing their ears.

"You have got to be shitting with me!" exclaimed Courfeyrac as he slammed down his coffee mug.

Combeferre and Grantaire looked and each other sadly and shook their heads. They had been the first to find out about Enjolras and Eponine, respectively. It had hit them both as hard as it was hitting everyone else, as made evident by the wide eyes of shock given to them from across the table- and that of Jehan who looked like he was about to shatter. It was not easy news to take in, the fact that their two closest friends had broken up was something neither had expected from either of them, if anything they were the power couple, everyone had been rooting for them to get together, and stay together, but now the latter wasn't the case. That was made prevalent by the fact that neither party was there at the cafe, probably in fear of running into each other.

"I don't believe it!" exclaimed Feuilly, "They've only been together a few weeks-"

"And they've had feelings for each other for much longer-" added Joly

"They only just got got together!" squealed Musichetta

"How did this even happen?" questioned Abby, "I mean I know I haven't known you guys that long but I could they were so smitten with each other. They just…..worked, there is no way this was a mutual break-up. I doubt they would just let each other go"

Combeferre shook his head sadly and adjusted his glasses, "No," he sighed, "Enjolras' maid called me around 10pm last night. She was frantic, telling dinner at the Enjolras house had gone awfully. Enjolras and his brother got into a fight-"

"Erik?" asked Courfeyrac

"Its the only brother he has." muttered Combeferre, "Well they got into a fight, Eponine ran out the house crying and then Enjolras went into shock. After he recovered from that he ran back inside and spend a good ten minutes ranting at his parents and Erik. He was apparently really angry."

"Do you know why?" asked Joly

"I'm getting there Joly!" Combeferre exclaimed, "Now where was I…. Oh yes! Well anyway after he told them off Isabel told me he went up to his room and just stayed there. Madame asked Isabel to make pour her a glass of wine and after she gave it to her Isabel watched quietly from the kitchen as everyone just looked at each other, apparently Enjolras' parents just stared at each other not knowing what to say while Erik stared out the window, keeping to himself like always. No one knew how to react."

"Oh my gosh….." whispered Musichetta

Combeferre sighed, "Yep. After about an hour of no one doing anything Isabel took it upon herself to check on Enjolras- she's been with the family since he was a child, she knows more about him than his real mother. She decided to go back to the method that worked when he was 10, chocolate milk and cookies-"

"Wait she told you all this?" asked Bahorel gruffly

"Damn it Bahorel! Don't interrupt my story telling!"

"You are dragging it on and we still don't know-"

"I'm getting there! I'm getting there!" he exclaimed

Bahorel rolled his eyes, "I am just saying it's taking a while-"

"I can't help it I am a storyteller." stated Combeferre defensively. Abby sighed and put her hand on top of his in an attempt to calm him down. Luckily it worked as almost automatically Combeferre calmed down to his usual level headed manner. "Ok, well as I was saying, Isabel went to check on Enjolras. She went to his room, it was a mess; things were thrown everywhere and it was a disaster and when she saw Enjolras he was sitting at his desk chair with his head in his hands, paper crumpled and thrown all around him- I didn't believe me when she told me but then she begged me to come and talk to him and I couldn't say no."

Joly interrupted once again, "Why did she call you?"

"Because Enjolras and I have been best friends since we were kids, she was worried and she reached out to the one person she thought could help him. When I went over I saw why she was so concerned, everything she said was exactly on point. I tell you I've never seen him like that. He looked completely distraught and angry and…. just plain hurt. It didn't take much probing for him to tell me what happened."

Bahorel had enough, "What happened Ferre?!"

Combeferre gulped, "Erik and Enjolras got into a fight, apparently Erik and Eponine were friends and Erik felt betrayed when he found out Eponine was dating his brother, it hurt him a bit and he felt that she chose him over Erik's friendship."

Bouset shook his head, "That can't be all."

Grantaire shook his head, "No it's not. Azelma called me last night. Apparently Eponine had come running in and went straight downstairs to her room without saying a word to anyone. She told me Eponine was a wreck too. Her eyes were red rimmed and puffy and she looked like she wanted to crawl under a rock and come out."

Bahorel sighed sadly, "So what was the other reason?"

"Ep overheard Enjolras' parents talked about her. They didn't say very nice things, it was the one things she feared most."

"Why?" asked Musichetta, "'Ponine never cares about what people think about her."

"According to Azelma, Eponine wanted Enjolras' parent to like her more than anything. She doesn't care what most people think about her but Enjolras' parents were the exception to that rule. Quoting Azelma quoting Eponine, 'There were important enough for him to want me to meet them, they were important enough for me to care about their opinion on me.' Well it turns out the two people she wanted to impress the most thought very little of her and made her feel very degraded."

"Poor Eponine…." whispered Abby.

Grantaire nodded, "That added with the whole fight and the doubts she had turned out to be too much for her. She ended things, but she did not take it well."

"I would imagine so." commented Musichetta, "She really cares for Enjolras, he made her happy and she interacted with him in a way that was just so….. so….."

"Perfect." finished Joly

"Exactly!"

"Boys," started Courfeyrac, "We can't let this happen. We just can't!"

"There is nothing can do, it's not our place." answered Bahorel gruffly

"Oh yes it is!" affirmed Courfeyrac, "They are our friends! Both of them! They will be miserable and as their we cannot let them be miserable! I will not go down in history as les amis of 'les miserables'!"

Feuilly nodded, "Think about it, it affect us too-"

"Further making us 'les miserables'-" Courfeyrac stated

"Anyway," Feuilly continued, "neither of the are coming to the cafe, both are being completely anti-social. As their friends we have to do something to help them."

"Why don't we let them figure it out themselves." Combeferre suggested, "Time will tell if they are meant to be." He affirmed, unknown to them all Enjolras had shared another very interesting piece of information with him that night, something that blew everything out of the water.


"Hey how's it going?" Asked Mr. Myriel as he came down the basement stairs juggling various items

Eponine lifted her head from under the bed where she was looking for something to see her guardian coming toward her with a platter of chocolate milk and cookies in his hand. One look at her and he felt his heart sink. Eponine was looking at up him through red-rimmed, puffy eyes, surrounded by multiple bags under them

She stared at him like a deer in headlights, "It...It's going ok."

Mr. Myriel gave her a look that said he didn't believe her, "Really now? You haven't left your room all day, you've asked not to work in the cafe for a bit, and you're phone is upstairs full of texts."

"D-did you read them?"

He shook his head, "Not exactly, I tried to ignore them at first, especially when you came in looking so distraught, but that became difficult after hearing a ding come every three minutes, I had to look. You're friends are worried about you, particularly Enjolras."

Eponine looked down at her hands in her lap, as if the very mention of Enjolras' name hurt her.

"Is there something going on?"

"Th-there might be….." she responded quietly

"Would you care to say what it is?"

It must have been something about the look of concern in his eyes, or the comforting feeling he gave off because before she could stop herself Eponine revealed everything to Mr. Myriel. She told him about how Enjolras insisted Eponine meet his parents, about how nervous she was about the whole things, the actual dinner, the tension, Erik's attitude, what Enjolras' parents had said about her, how they picked at every scare she had and ripped it out of her skin, the fight between Erik and Enjolras, her reaction, everything. Usually Eponine would find herself censoring or editing her story before revealing it to anyone, even Azelma, but there was just something about Mr. Myriel that earned her trust and allowed her to open up to him completely.

When she was done she sat on her bed and stared at him, as if he had the answers or power to take her hurt away from her.

"Sounds to me like it was a lot to go through in one night. What you did was rash but it was well thought out as well. I can see where you came from but at the same time I don't know how every thought you had entered your head. I don't know how you think."

"So what do I do?" She asked, her voice cracking. She had never been one to look onto someone for help, she was strong and independent, but she was also a 16 year old girl who had broken up with her boyfriend and was going on with a broken heart - she did need someone to help.

"I don't have all the answers Eponine, you need to look within yourself to find them." Mr. Myriel said

Eponine bit her lips and wrapped her arms tightly around the pillow in her lap. "I don't know what that means…."

Mr. Myriel sighed and placed a hand on her shoulder, "You need to think about what really matters to you and what you think is best. As shallow as it sounds you need to think about yourself as well, it's not bad to put your wants first sometimes."

Eponine looked at him for a few moments before nodding at him, her lips sealed together and her arms circling around pillow.

"I think I understand….. I'll try."

Mr. Myriel nodded and stood up, "Ok sweetie." He walked back toward the stairs but paused and turned back when he reached the first step, "Oh by the way you have company."

Eponine jolted up and threw her pillow aside, "Who?!"

Mr. Myriel chuckled, "Just some girls, I think you know them, Its Cosette, Musichetta and a girl named Abby. They are here to see you."

Eponine took a deep breath and ran a hand over her face. "Ok send them down." she chuckled

"Not a problem." Mr. Myriel said as he headed upstairs.

Eponine sighed and relaxed back on her bed. She did not want to have to deal with people, telling Azelma everything the night before had been enough, but she knew it wasn't good for her to stay closed off in her room for all eternity, she had to get back in the world sometimes, and if she were being completely honest she would have to say the fact that her friends were making the effort to come comfort her warmed her heart and made her feel special. She looked across the room at the wall where she had posted several pictures of her and her friends. Some of them were with the amis, others with her girls, various with her family, and many with her and Enjolras. When she first came home she found herself not being able to look at wall without feeling a sense of pain, so bad that she had to turn her face away from it before going to bed that night. However now she felt a little better and facing the wall was a lot easier.

Cause if you won't grieve me, you won't leave me behind!

Eponine stretched out across her bed and snatched her phone from it's spot under her pile of sheets where Mr. Myriel had set it; originally she had set it on vibrate after she came from, Enjolras tried to call her multiple times and send her various text so she turned off the sound in order to avoid the need to cry every time her ringtone filled her room. Eventually she had gotten even more texts, calls, and voicemails later in the day from several of the boys- most asked what the hell happened and others told her they were sorry and there if she needed them. However even with the probability of the call being from her friends, Eponine still had the need to answer for some reason. A quick look at the caller ID revealed it to be Nancy.

"Hey girl, what's up?" Eponine answered.

At first she was met with static and the sound of the call as that of a pocket dial and was about to hang up, however before she could a sound she heard on the other side of the phone made her finger stop dead and her blood run cold; that sound was that of a slap.


There comes a point in time when you are "Eponine'd" on such a new level, and your friends hurt you so much that you can physically do nothing but watch the rain pelt on your window and force yourself not to care. It's those moments that I thank God for my little sister who, instead of trying to fix me or tell me how to fele, simply hugs me and puts on Phantom of the Opera for me...