Chapter Eight- In which Marius blows things up and Something happens to Joly.

A/N: Another Chapter in the Mis-Time saga… I do not own Les Miserables or Ragtime… Please Review but no flames.

Grantaire finished with Enjolras and told him he was going to find Joly to thank him. Grantaire looked around. He walked over to Feuilly.

"Feuilly, where's Joly?" He asked.

"He went up on the roof."

"Thanks." Grantaire said as he went up to the roof. He could barely hear Feuilly shout "I know what you two were doing in there".

Grantaire reached the roof to see Joly at the edge. It was raining now. The rain had mixed in with the hypochondriac's tears. His blue eyes were shut tight as his auburn hair was pressed to his face.

"Joly? What are you doing."

"I'm ending it all, R. I can't go on."

"What do you mean?"

"Eponine… She doesn't even know I care for her…"

"Have you told her?"

"I tried… It's not worth it, Grantaire… I just want to die…"

"But you can't die… I bet that if I helped, I could get her to love you."

Joly smiled to himself. He began to turn around. Unfortunately, one should not stand on the rooftop in high heels in a rainstorm. He flipped backwards and fell. A shiny object flew out of his pocket and onto the ledge where he was formerly standing. It cracked on impact.

"Joly!" Grantaire cried out. Grantaire heard a thud. He looked on the ledge to see the broken mirror and a badly sketched picture of Eponine and Joly holding hands. Around them was a heart. He cried as he looked at the ledge.

"Goodbye, friend…"

Grantaire mournfully walked down the stairs, carrying the only thing left of his matchmaking friend. How was he going to explain this?

Meanwhile on stage, Jean Valjean and Fantine had fallen in love watching Azelma and Gavroche play-er-get into a fight that involved biting. Soon, The Harlem Ensemble (minus Joly) entered. They all wondered where he was but shook it off. Marius entered.

"Here comes that cracker who doesn't know he's a cracker." Courfeyrac said.

"I'm not a cracker," Marius laughed as if Courfeyrac was an absolute idiot. "I'm not made of wheat…"

Cosette slapped her forehead offstage.

"He comes here everyday trying to get to Enjolras. Doesn't he know it's a private thoroughfare?" Eponine asked.

"I just want to talk to him." Marius said. "Cracker… What a good name for a puppy…Hee hee hee." He mused.

"Try the pond where they sank his car!"

"Tried it."

"Try the cemetery where he buried his Grantaire like a queen!"

"Tried it."

"Then try the gates of Justice that refuse to open for him."

"Please just let me see him!" Marius finally cried out.

All except Feuilly exited. Feuilly looked at Marius.

"Do you have a silver dollar?" He asked.

Marius gave him the money and Feuilly led him offstage.

Backstage, Grantaire exited the stairway that had led to the roof of doom. Eponine walked over to him.

"Grantaire! Have you seen Joly? He missed his whole scene!"

Grantaire broke down. Eponine hugged him.

"What happened, Grantaire?"

"Joly… he was going to kill himself… on the roof… I tried to stop him… he slipped… fell on the ground… like a cantaloupe… mirror… only thing left…" Grantaire said in between sobs. "He loved you… Eponine… He thought you hated him and killed himself…"

Eponine looked up. Grantaire handed her Joly's broken mirror. Eponine looked at it and saw the picture. She walked away from him and walked to a corner. She wept softly. She was loved by someone who was handsome, sensitive, straight, and single (as far as she knew) and he was gone. And it was all her fault.

Meanwhile, Grantaire prepared to enter as he wiped away some tears. Enjolras sat down at a table. He began to relive the night that he and Grantaire met at a club he was playing in.He looked out as Grantaire entered. Enjolras noticed Grantaire had been crying.

"What's your name?"

"Grantaire."

"Well, I'm Enjolras."

"I know."

They sang "Sarah-er-Grantaire Brown Eyes" while dancing with each other on opposite sides of the stage (It's been done and it looks awesome!). Enjolras knew that the minute he got a chance, he would ask what was wrong. Grantaire exited and Marius was brought onstage by the rest of the Harlem Ensemble minus Eponine. Jean Prouvaire whistled a tune.

"I said, 'No music'!"

"We brought him." Courfeyrac said.

"Well, why are you here?" Enjolras asked Marius angrily.

"I... If I could.. I know you... What I mean to say is..."

Madame Thenardier entered. She explained that Marius wanted to say all of these noble things asking for forgiveness for what White people had done but instead he simply said:

"I know how to blow things up."

"Do you know just how scary that is?" Enjolras asked.

A/N: Sorry it seems so sad. Don't worry though. As usual, things will look up… eventually… Please Review but No Flames.