::Second Interchapter::

A/N: this is the last chapter of Part I, Chaos. Sorry for the confusion, but Part II will be "repairing split end". So, just pretend that Part I was called "chaos", okay? Thanks!

-One hour later-

Enjolras looked down at Eponine, who was resting her head on his shoulder as she slept. Tears stained her face, and her expression was not relaxed. He thought about all the loss she suffered, and put his arm around her. Then he thought about Marius. He had used Eponine to try to help, but with any luck, it wouldn't happen again. Look where it got them all! As the carriage rolled onwards, Eponine woke up and buried her face in Enjolras's shoulder, sobbing silently. Enjolras just stared sadly ahead. Cosette was asleep, mumbling quietly to herself.

Enjolras looked around. Where would this carriage take them? Where was Marius? France was a considerably large country to search for one man.

If Marius were willing, Enjolras would even try to forgive him, that is, if they ever found him.

The fight had changed everything. Before the fight, he and Marius had been friends. Now, they were sworn enemies. Before the fight, Enjolras hadn't wanted to be in a relationship. Now, most of what he could think about was Eponine. Then it hit him. The fight hadn't changed that, it was love. Maybe not having a, affair was a good idea after all, if it cost him so much. Then he looked at Eponine. She was clinging to him with all her strength. Then he really looked at her.

Her face was dirty, her clothes were ripped and torn, and her hair was matted. Was she always like this? Why hadn't he noticed it before?

'Because you're in love.' A stupid little voice in the back of his head told him. He had to get her new clothes; she couldn't go on living like that. "Eponine." He said softly. She looked up at him, wiping her eyes. "Eponine, why are your clothes ripped? If it's not too personal to ask." She shook her head.

"No, I-" She regained herself. "My family couldn't afford new ones, and neither can I, now that I'm on my own.

"On your own?" She nodded.

"My father never wants to see me again." A fresh tear rolled down her cheek. Enjolras stared at her. She was poor. Very poor! He had to help her.

"Would you like new ones?" He asked. There was a sudden spark of hope in her eyes.

"Would you do that for me?" He nodded.

"Why?" She whispered. Enjolras didn't even hesitate.

"Because I love you."

And it was final. He had made a commitment, and be couldn't break it. And he didn't want to.

"Yes, new clothes would be nice, if it isn't too much to ask." He shook his head.

"Not at all." He smiled.

a/n: That's the ending of part one. Part two to come soon.