::Enjolras::

Enjolras stood unmoving by the door. He knew he should go and comfort Eponine, but he didn't know how to go about doing it. She was still sobbing, her thin face buried in her hands, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

He walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder. She hiccupped and raised her head.

"I'm losing everyone one by one." She said shakily. Enjolras kneeled so he was level with her. "Soon I'll loose you too."

He moved closer to her. "Never." He whispered, kissing her lightly on the cheek. Eponine wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.

Just then the door opened, causing the couple to jump apart hastily as Kate walked in.

"There's something I need to talk to you two about." She said, taking a seat. Enjolras felt his cheeks grow hot as he stood and took a seat as well.

"Anything." Eponine said comfortingly.

"I may be staying with Pierre until I can find a place of my own." She announced. "He has to check with his fiancé, but he thinks it will be fine." She smiled weakly.

"Fiancé?" Eponine wondered aloud.

"He's betrothed." Kate whispered sadly. Eponine's mouth formed an "o", even though no sound came out.

"You could always stay with us, you know that." Eponine said finally.

"I know." Kate sighed. "I just-I thought I would be a pain here, with the baby and all, and I know Pierre has tons of extra space for me, so I figured . . . it would be better that way."

Eponine nodded. "I suppose your right. We don't have much space around here." She paused. "Well, I guess you could qualify that as good news in a certain light! Thank god for you Kate, otherwise we'd all be in one big hole of depression." She laughed weakly and raised her hand in a pretend toast. "To Kate."

Enjolras mimicked this and then lowered his hand. He couldn't help the feeling a surge of anger at the mention of Pierre's name. Why would she want to stay with someone like him? Was there something she was afraid of if she stayed with him and Eponine? Enjolras was positive they weren't inhospitable, in fact, they had treated her nicest of the entire group, even when she was an extra burden.

Enjolras tried not to show the hate he felt for Pierre because he was glad that Kate had taken matters into her own hands, and he wanted to praise her for it, but he couldn't get the words out. Whenever he went to talk to her, he felt that unrequited rage again and had to back off before he said something without thinking.

All night he thought about it, but couldn't bring himself to be happy. Though Pierre was as rich as the king himself, he was no better than the scum on the streets. Just because his brother had died he believed that all rebels were dogs. Didn't he ever stop to think that Enjolras had suffered immense loss as well?

Though not directly related, Enjolras had lost his "brothers" that day as well, every single one of them, and he hated the enemy for that, but he didn't go around insulting everyone who came across him.

But Pierre played such a big part in their lives now, taking care of Kate and her unborn child, that Enjolras couldn't just ignore the man. The sleep Enjolras lost that night thinking about the current situation was enough to make him realize that nothing would ever be the same in his life again.

a/n: Ok, that chapter was a little odd, so if you don't like it, please, don't hesitate to tell me. I'll hate you for it, but I will thank you for telling me anyways. I have some major plot twists coming up, if only my story wasn't so long and boring until we got there, right? OK, well not long, but very boring if I do say so myself. So anyways, r/r and I promise to write tons while I'm away.

Sandra