"...there is no way to go OOOOONNNN!!!!!!!" Ignoring the stares of passersby, I dragged myself, dramatically, through the snow. Stumbling up the steps, cursing, I stabbed cold, mittened hands at the lock for a while, until the key finally made it into the hole. I turned it. Nothing. I tried the other way. Still nothing. Back the other way...and the door opened. Shaking my head, I tossed my shaggy bangs back, wincing at the bursts of pain this sent through my head. (I'm never sure if the headaches are from the head-shakage, or simply aggravate them). Trudging up the stairs, still cursing everything possible, I managed another couple stumbles, and lost my backpack back down the stairs.

Thoroughly irritated, I finally made my way to her door, got it open, allowed it to shut, and leaned back against it. I thought for a second, waiting for an appropriate lyric to cross my mind. It was, interestingly enough, another from Javvy's suicide: "...instead I live, but live in hell..." I quickly threw off my winter things, dumped the backpack, petted my cat, and noticed that mom wasn't around. I shrugged, idly, tossing my bangs yet again. Heaving the backpack, I lurched to my room, bouncing off several walls (that's what I do, go figure...) Tossing my backpack in its usual spot (any clear floor space) I glanced up. Right into the eyes of...

"Jehan???!!!"

The poet, for it was him, looked absolutely startled. "Y-you know my name..."

Combeferre, sitting on the bed, legs crossed, leaning against the wall, held up a copy of LM (unabridged, of course). "She must know from this book. We're all in it..."

"Sssshh!!!" Enjolras, without looking up from the Revolution book that I (unfortunately) left laying on the floor.

I blinked. Opening my eyes again, I glanced around. Enjy was perched on the edge of the bed, reading. 'Ferre was in the aforementioned location, Jehan was standing right in front of me, in the middle of the room, staring at the posters. Grantaire had found my bottles of Tanqueray (purely for decoration, I assure you!) and was happily sitting on my frock coat pieces, smashed out of his mind. I smiled at him before moving on. Joly was attempting to look in the mirror while sneezing frantically, Courfeyrac was idly staring at pictures of me, with an expression that was, quite frankly, disturbing... Bahorel was happily going through my clothes, Bossuet was examining my shelves, and Feuilly was studying the history book, leaning against my desk. I blinked again. They were still there, all (with the exception of Enjy and R) staring at me.

"Uh... hi?"

They looked blank. Enjolras glared at me. I glared back.

"Ok, what the hell is going on, why are you in my room, and...stop looking at them like that!"

Courfey' at least had the decency to look away and look slightly ashamed. But, two seconds later, I saw him checking me out. I sighed.

Joly shrugged before resuming his sneezing and checking. I grimaced, my mirror was covered in...germs...

I moved into the center of the (very crowded) room, trying to get everyone's attention. Enjolras pointedly ignored me, Grantaire was still passed out, Cour was staring at...not my face...'Ferre looked vaguely scandalized by whatever he was reading, Joly appeared to be dying, along with my mirror, Bahorel looked like he had been given a huge treat, but I didn't even want to go into that, Feuilly had dropped the rather heavy book into an, uh, awkward position, and Bossuet was laughing at him. I did the only thing I could.

"Um, Enjolras?"

"Go away, little Gamine."

I grabbed the book. He made little incoherent noises, grasping for it. I held it behind my back. "You'll get it back..." he nodded, he was clearly used to getting his way, "IF!"

He sneered. "You know my name, you obviously don't know who I am... Give me the book, now. I don't 'if'."

"If," I continued, "you get their attention."

He shrugged and straightened his shoulders. Everyone but R was now looking at him.

"Wow... could you teach me that?"

He glared again.

"Uh, sorry... Um, I need R, too..."

With no effort to be gentle, Bahorel, who was closest, kicked R in the shin. I glowered, but no one noticed, and R sat up, muttering. Bahorel had a strange look that could only be described as 'satisfaction'. I sensed payback, but had other things to worry about.

"Ok. Guys. What is going on?"

"Don't you know?" 'Ferre, of course.

"Yeah..." I sensed I was losing the others, so I waved my arms around a little, and glared at Cour, who was trying to catch a peek of something. "No, I have no idea."

"Where are we?"

"My room... Courfeyrac! Or should I say de Courfeyrac, if you look at me like that one more time I will personally...! Um. Canada. Saskatoon. Saskatchewan. Not France..."

"Good alcohol!"

I grinned at R, which he seemed to appreciate. "Yeah, tastes like..."

"...limes..."

The others glared, especially Enjy. "Ok. Woah. Logic...logic logic logic... Oh, it's also not 1832. Or, anywhere near. It's 2004..."

No one was listening, but hey, I'd told them. "Well, whatever. You're here. Yay. This is...so cool..."

"This wall is a little cold..." Ferre piped up.

I ground my teeth, slightly. "OK. I need to think. Think think think... Erm, whatever. You don't seem too upset, so s'all good."

"This strange girl talks like R..."

"I did hear that, Feuilly. And I am not drunk. We just talk like that here."

At this point, Enjolras stood up. "Alright, Mlle.---whatever you said your name was..."

"I didn't. It's Tanqueray." I offered a hand, which ignored. I had been expecting this, it was a test to see if it was really Enjy. Yeah.

Grantaire peered at the bottle, then back at me. I was really glad I wasn't going out with Margarita. I frowned meaningfully, and he nodded. Not the time...

"Well, Mlle. Tanqueray—"

"It's, uh, just Tanqueray..."

He glared. I sensed he wasn't big with the interruptions. "Whatever!"

"Oh, god... that was priceless... I wish I had a video camera!"

Grantaire laughed along with me. The others just stared, looking somewhat horrified. I glanced around, glared at Cour', and saw that Bahorel had joined Bossuet at my shelves. I winced, thinking of destruction, but everything was alright for the moment.

I shrugged. "I'm sorry, M. Enjolras. Please, continue."

He stared at me, haughtily. But, I was too happy to really care. "Yes. Now. We have a revolution to plan, so we need to find a way to get out of...wherever this is...and back to France. So, if you would please move."

With that, he began giving orders. I was impressed; even I would have followed him (and his cute $$) to certain death at a barricade. "Combeferre, Feuilly, bring those books, they might be useful. Grantaire, put the bottle down. Bahorel, those are whatever pass for women's garments in this ! You have heard mademoiselle! She wishes for you not to stare it her in that obscene manner! Joly, for the last time, your tongue is the same as always, come along! Jehan, please put that cat down, it's a wonder it hasn't scratched you already!" All, except Grantaire, quickly obeyed. He did line up, but not quickly. And he brought the bottle. Bossuet was already waiting outside in the hall.

"Uh ah agbh!" Go me, Miss Coherent...

Enjolras turned. "What was that, Mlle?"

"Um, you can't go! I won't—I mean, you can't! There is no way for you to get to France..." I had an idea... "Unless, you do what I say." I paused to clear my throat dramatically, sidling closer to the light switch. "You see, I am a powerful, uh, magic person...obey me, and I will return you to your time and place!" With that, I hit the lights, turning them off. It was only a little darker, being mid-afternoon.

No one looked impressed.

"See! I can make light..." I turned it back on, "and take it away again!" turning it off.

Joly smiled, patronizingly.

I thought, frantically. "Ah, but this is nothing! See what else I can do!" Fortunately, my computer was on. I would have hated to wait for it to boot up (this is a slow bit of magic, be patient!). Shoving various revolutionaries out of the way, I walked back to my desk, jiggled the mouse, and thought of the most impressive thing I could do. They gathered around me, curious. With the possible exception of Enjolras. I didn't check. At last, I thought of a Suitably Impressive Feat (SIF). Clicking the paint icon, I randomly selected a colour, made random swirls with different tools, and changed colours occasionally. They were mildly interested, but still not sure. Then, I printed two copies, giving one to Feuilly and one to Jehan. Now, I had their attention.

Enjolras considered for a moment. "Well, mademoiselle, what would you have us do in exchange for your services?"

I loved the way he talked. And, I already had this part worked out. "In return, you each have to spend one full day with me, and do stuff I say. But, we'll do what you want, too..." I trailed off, stopping the babblefest. I felt a little bad for cheating them, but I figured they'd just pop back eventually. So, they might as well have something to do. I swiveled to face them, gauging reactions. Most of them (I noted Cour's eager nodding) looked willing enough, if only so I would help them. That was good enough for me. At last, Enjolras nodded, slightly. I happily flopped on the bed, squinched my eyes, and flailed around a little, uttering little sounds of joy. Unfortunately, I forgot I had an audience. Fortunately, no one had really noticed, they were looking around some more.

Just then, Ferre brought up the point I had hoped he had forgotten.

"This book? How does it have us in it?"

Bahorel looked ready to beat something, so I tried to think of a reasonable, but brief, answer. "Um, well...It's because you're all so famous, they wrote a book about you!"

Enjolras looked pleased. I don't think Grantaire believed me, but he kept quiet. I silently thanked him, and he gave a little nod.

Now, I had nine men in my room, for the next nine days at least. What to do about them? Where would they sleep (heh)? Food? Clothes? I was getting a little overwhelmed, glad I was already sitting. Those problems, I decided, would just have to wait.