I'd like to thank all of my reviewers, especially since MOST of you reviewed nicely! Yay! Sorry I'm so insistent about that, it's just that my other Les Mis story didn't get the nicest review…I guess I just suck at writing for Les Mis because I hardly ever get bad reviews for my other stories…anyway, many of you said I should the read and I've been planning on it for a while now, it's just that I'm reading two books for school and two books for fun and since Les Mis is such an amazing play I don't want to read the book until I can give it my full attention. Eponine is very important in this fic, and for the record I hate Cosette! Some of you said that I need to explain about how Eponine is alive, and you are entirely right! I don't know how that slipped my mind…it isn't like me to forget such an important detail. So I'll say it now. Eponine never arrived at the barricade, so therefore, she did not get shot, and did not die. Just a reminder, THIS IS BASED ON THE PLAY! Thanks!

Marius and Eponine arrived at the Pontmercy home. Cosette looked up as Marius and Eponine entered, laughing.

"What is she doing here?" Cosette asked rudely. They both ceased laughing and Eponine looked down in shame. Marius rolled his eyes and shook his head. He was growing rather tired of the way his wife was behaving. Just as he was about to turn back to Eponine, to make his close friend feel better, the imago of Valjean was evoked into his mind. He remembered the words the image had said at the cemetery.

"Talk to her…talk to her…talk to her…" Marius sighed and told the image he would, later.

"My love," Marius forced the words out, fighting with himself, trying to remain being nice to his wife. "I've invited Eponine over to eat. Is that all right, dear?"

"If you want your friend to eat here," Cosette said. "You cook." Marius sighed and went into the kitchen. Eponine followed. As Marius looked around for something to make, Eponine said,

"She doesn't like me at all…Does it have something to do with when we were children?"

"What?" Marius stopped and looked at her. "You knew Cosette when you were little?"

"Yes," Eponine said. "Cosette's mother was unwed when Cosette was born. Her mother sent her to live with us and she paid. One day, a man came and paid for Cosette and took her. He said her mother was dead…"

"But what would that have to do with her not liking you?" Marius asked.

"When she lived with us, my parents treated her like a slave…and me like…well, not like a slave. But it wasn't my fault, Marius! I was only a child! I knew no better!" Marius shook his head.

"I am not blaming you. No, Cosette doesn't remember that time of her life…Her father, well Jean Valjean, the man who you said took her, he told her in his last confession, but before then, she had no, and still has no, recollection of that time. She does not remember you, or anyone else." Eponine nodded.

"Then why does she dislike me?" Marius sighed and shook his head.

"I don't know, my friend, I don't know."

Okay, I know this chapter sucked, but I am still setting up. It WILL get better! Either the next chapter, or the chapter after that, will be the conversation between Marius and Cosette. Anyway, I thank you very much if you are reading this, and please review, and if you have any constructive criticism, I would really love to here it!

Ale