A/N- AUGH! For anyone who was bored enough to go back and look at Scott's original description, you might have noticed that I erroneously said that he had gray eyes. I said this because the fella I'm infatuated with and stalking has gray eyes, although I didn't realize that I'd typed that. Did that make sense? Anyway, my point here is that Scott's eyes are meant to be brown, as that's the color they are in my rough draft and it's the color of Jehan's eyes. Brown... not gray. Thank you.

nebulia- Erm... they try. But, yeah, you were my first reviewer! -gives free cyber cookie-

Obsetress- Ah, you shall see... now. Oh... I think I may have mentioned this but... we have the same birthday! GASP!

Danica Enjolras- Marky Mark Mark needs all the huggles he can get. Actually, everyone in this story needs huggles...

T-R-Us- Fun image, ain't it? It honestly shouldn't matter, but... whatever. Lack of Coke and chocolate make you hyper? Interesting...

elenlaurelin- One big AWs are good too. Wow, my grammar check just had a fit... Here's my non-speedy update!

Forseti- ...Sorry. It did have to happen. Now I'm a little worried about the reception of this story here. Busy summers are usually fun.

RoseMisre- It's so sad! I finished writing the story today, and I feel so empty. Must start another serious fic.

JoLanna- Never seen Fiddler? Shame. I was in it once... community theatre thing. I was a villager, just like Jehan! -is proud- Anyway, that was a really good guess. Welcome to the fic! Or something like that...

When Jehan was five years old, Mark and Nina got a call from Ryan about the five-year cast reunion, which was to be held at Ryan's apartment.

Mark returned the phone to its cradle and joined Nina on the couch. "Well? Should we get a sitter? He said to bring the whole family, but..."

Jehan came trotting into the room, two GI Joe's and two Barbie dolls in his arms. He dropped that load onto the couch. Picking up the toys one by one, he explained matter-of-factly, "This is Kim... this is Ellen... this is Chris... this is John. Kim and Chris love each other," here he rubbed two of the dolls' faces together and made a kissing sound. "Mwamwamwamwa... But John and Chris leave Kim behind." He chucked the Kim doll across the room. "So Chris marries Ellen. Mwamwamwamwa. Then Kim dies. Yay!"

Nina laughed. "What have we done to this child?"

"Jehan," Mark said, "there's gonna be a party for out whole cast. It's gonna be real boring. D'you wanna go?"

The boy held up a GI Joe. "Will John be there?"

Mark and Nina exchanged glances. "Um... yeah," Mark sighed.

"I wanna go."

Studying the little sandy-haired boy, Mark began to worry. He looked suspiciously like Scott... The cast would be able to guess what had happened – or perhaps they would come up with their own warped version of the story. His main fear was that they would look at little Jehan and see Scott. "Are you sure?"

Jehan nodded, collected his toys, and returned to his room.

"Nina..."

"Well, I was a blonde when I was little, and it changed to dark brown around middle school..."

"He's not blond. That's brown, and so are his eyes! I have blue eyes; you have blue eyes; our son has brown eyes. How?"

"I don't know, Mark! I didn't take genetics too seriously in high school."

"Well... if you think it's alright then I'll go with it."

There was a crash and a high-pitched giggle from Jehan's room. Mark and Nina both leapt to their feet and rushed down the hall. They found the room in shambles: Jehan had overturned his toy box and chair, and was standing atop the pile with a red shirt in his hands. "Look, Daddy! I made you a barricade!"

Mark smiled at the terrified expression on Nina's face. "The kid's having a musical day, isn't he?"

Ryan opened the door. "Mark! Good to see you! And Nina. Who's this?"

"Jehan."

"Jehan? That's really... clever. Come on in." Then, over his shoulder, Ryan called, "Hey everybody, Mark and Nina are here!"

Amanda shouted and rushed toward them. "Nina! Look at you with a baby! You're a mother! How old is he?"

"He's five."

"Why didn't you ever bring him around the theater? Mark was in the show for, what, two more years after you left..."

She shrugged. Jehan suddenly began squirming and she had to put him down for fear of dropping him. He had spotted the man he was looking for, and he scampered across the room screaming, "John! John! John! John!"

John laughed. "Jehan, Jehan, Jehan, Jehan!" He grabbed the boy and swung him around before holding him upside down by the ankles.

"And to think," Mark sighed, "that's the man we leave our son to if anything were to happen to us."

"Nina, what're you doing now?" Amanda asked.

"Well... nothing, really."

"Nothing?"

"Raising the kids," Mark said.

"I'd rather do that than the show I'm doing now."

"Which is...?"

"Phantom. I'm Christine."

Nina grinned. "Of course you are. We've gotta see that."

"If you do, notice the guy playing Raoul. He asked me out. Name's Grayson."

"That would be just too cute," Nina said.

Amanda nodded.

"D'you like him?" she persisted.

Flushing, Amanda nodded again. Mark rolled his eyes and crossed the room to talk with Rob.

"Men," Nina sighed. They laughed. "So, tell me about Grayson."

Amanda began to speak, but Ryan climbed up onto a table in the corner of the room. "Hey guys? Everybody... Hi. Welcome to the five year cast reunion of Les Misérables! I know some of you left us more or less than five years ago – I see Drew over there in the corner – but I just don't care. Okay, I'm gonna try something here. I'm rereading Les Mis, see, and I notice that Enjolras has a habit of getting up on tables to make a speech. Well, then I start thinking about this reunion here, and I thought it'd be worth a shot for everybody to hop up on my dinner table here and fill us in on what you've been doing for the last five years. Some of you old folks like Rob and John might need a little help getting up here..."

"Hey!"

"Watch it, boy! I ain't so old as I couldn't kick your tail!"

"Sure, John. Okay... does anybody wanna go first?"

Jehan began to jump up and down, his hand in the air.

"Okay... Enjolras, Factory Girl/Fantine/Eponine, and company... I think you've been volunteered," Ryan said, hopping down.

Nina stepped up onto the table. Mark lifted Jehan up to her, then jumped up himself. "Well, you may not have noticed," Mark began, "but we have a son. This is Jehan, and he's five years old. I left Les Mis two or three years ago and got into Secret Garden as Dickon... Nina hasn't done anything since Les Mis... mostly raise Jehan-"

"Oh, and we're supposed to believe that boy belongs to you."

The room fell silent, and everyone stepped away from the girl who had spoken. She was a think Asian girl with stringy hair, sunken eyes, and hollow cheekbones. It seemed that she had once been attractive, but something about her was drastically wrong.

"Look at you with your dark hair and him with his all light brown!"

"Is that... Danielle?"

"What's wrong, Mark? You don't recognize me?"

"Not at all," he answered coolly.

Nina's cheeks was burning, and she saw that Mark's ears were turning red. He seemed more annoyed than embarrassed, though. Jehan was completely silent.

"Danielle," John said, "a child's hair is usually lighter when he's young. It'll probably get darker later on."

"His eyes, then! I thought you had something to do with him jumping like that, and your kid proves it! What did you do to my Scott?"

Complete silence filled the room. Nina stared at her, open-mouthed. The crazy light in Danielle's eyes seemed to fade, and she rushed out of the room.

A/N- I just finished writing the story out in my purple notebook of fanfiction today, so the updates should be more regular from here on out. I was so guilty about that taking so long that I didn't take time to do spelling/grammar check or any other type of proof-reading, so if this chapter sucked I'm quite sorry.