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Warning: Fluff :)

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Chapter 11: Unconditional Family

Cruel laughter, cruel words, invisible hands pulling him further into the darkness, further away from the voices that beckoned, called him to the light. He tried desperately to reach them, to make sure that Papa was lying, but Papa's voice was too loud, too powerful.

"They're not comin back boy! You's a burden and a street rat, yur lucky I even considered to take you back!"

"No! Amis comin, they're comin."

"They begged me to take you away, especially the drunkard and the court jester, they practically fell to their hands and knees in thanks when I took you."

"Papa stahp! Taire and Coof gonna come!"

The voice continued to taunt, tease, kill, but the other voices were becoming stronger.

"Baby, wake up, it's ok, we're all here, no one is going anywhere."

The voice was stronger, and he felt himself running towards it, Papa's voice fading behind him until finally, the darkness shattered.

His eyes shot open, but screwed shut once more in the harsh light of the room. He faintly heard murmuring of what sounded like a large group of people, so he once again tried to open his eyes. He pushed the mask that covered his mouth away and tried to ease himself up, eyes still screwed shut. When they were finally opened and adjusted, he practically threw himself into his sister's open arms, sending tubes and chords flying as he went.

"Pony!" Laughter, loving laughter, banished the nightmares. He took himself out of Éponine's embrace to give everyone a teary (yet still cheeky) grin.

"Hey Gav," Courfeyac chuckled, ruffling his blonde curls. "Bout time you woke up, I was tempted to eat the chocolate pudding you got for lunch." Even though he was met with several swats to the head, he couldn't contain his happiness when Gavroche, despite Joly's high pitched shriek, crawled from under the sheets and dove into his arms, crying, "My pudding Coof! You like the 'nilla one."

"Well, looks like his sweet tooth is intact." Musichetta cooed, tearing up at the boys' playful scene.

When everything began to settle back down, after Gav had launched himself at each Amis in turn, he settled into a crisscross position on the bed and looked guiltily down at his hands.

"I thought you lefted me." He murmured, sniffling slightly.

"We never have and never will leave an Amis behind 'Roche." Enjolras stated firmly, but his voice was laced with care.

"But when P-papa came to get me at school, he said that you g-guys told him to. That I was a burden and you was giving me back." He sniffled, not looking up to catch Bahorel's murderous growl or the loss of color in everyone's faces. Grantaire, who had been particularly quiet through this whole ordeal, moved himself to Gavroche's side and gently lifted him and placed the boy on his lap.

"Gav, that bad man was not your Papa. That man was a very mean man," "A bad guy? Like Voldemort?" Gav interrupted, bringing about a ripple of laughter. "Worse than Voldemort," Grantaire said solemnly, causing Gavroche to gasp, clutching Grantaire's flannel a little tighter. "So bad that he took you, your Mama, and your sisters away from a family that loved you." The group watched silently as Grantaire summarized (and sanitized) the true story of Gav's becoming. "You see, that mean man was very jealous that your Mama fell in love with someone, so much that when you came into the picture and your Mama became an Angel, he wouldn't let your Papa take you and your sister's to his home. Luckily, your sister knows how to make the bestes friends," "Les Amis?" Gav asked, hoping he was following along. "That's right bud, Les Amis. Well, your Papa had a son who was an Amis, and he let his Papa, your Papa, know of all the wonderful things that happened in the group, his favorite being your arrival. And when your Papa realized who you were, he tried to take you back, but the mean man got very mad and," Grantaire paused for a moment, fighting back tears. Gav put the pieces together. "Is my Papa with Mama now Taire?"

Chuckling at the kid's clear grasp of everything, he nodded. "Yeah kid and they're both up there happy as anything you found your family."

Gavroche looked around the room, the group, his family, all smiling and happy around him. Bousset and Joly held Musichetta between them, Marius practically squeezed Cosette to hold her all the closer, Courfeyac doing something similar with Jehan, except he hung his head lovingly off the poet's shoulder, laughing at the relief of the happy outcome. Bahorel was also laughing, but at Feuilly's expense, for the fan maker was babbling happily into his phone, his eyes glazed over with the same gushy look that nearly every member of the group got for their respective partners, though Gav gagged slightly when he swore he heard the name "Zelma" mentioned. Behind him Éponine was leaning into Combeferre and his hand, Gavroche didn't want to think why, was rubbing her stomach gently, his lips never leaving the crown of her head. And though Grantaire held him firmly in his lap, he too was leaning into his marble statue, whose eyes, and Gav was shocked as anyone to notice, were alarmingly puffy and even now threatened more tears.

"So, I'm no longer a Thénardier?" He whispered, pinching himself to make sure it wasn't a dream. Grantaire laughed, pulling the boy tighter to his chest. "No mon petit Ami, you are, as of four hours ago, Gavroche Grantaire."

The boy's eyes widened. "You're my brofer? What about 'Ponine, wasn't I getting dopted?" He asked curiously; the little boy had taken in a lot in the last twenty minutes. "Well," Combeferre began. "By blood, Taire is your brother, but he's no more family than Ép, or Courf, or any of us, simply, in the eyes of the big people in charge," "The one's Enjy likes to yell at." Bahorel nearly buckled over in laughter. "Yes," Combeferre chuckled. "Those ones. Well in their eyes, in a few months," Gav noticed him squeeze Éponine's arm, "You'll be Gavroche Grantaire Combeferre. With," He paused, looking seriously at the young boy, "Your blessing of course." Éponine had to choke back her laughter. He looked back and forth between them.

"You gonna love my sister?" He asked seriously.

"With all my heart and more." The older boy responded with the same tone of severity.

"You won't hurt her like 'Parnasse?" He added, with his best 'Ponine death glare.'

"Never, and if I ever even caused her the slightest booboo," several of the boys chuckled, Jehan was openly sobbing, muttering something about the pure poetry of it all. "You can gut me on the spot."

Gav eyed him suspiciously before spitting into his hand and extending it to Combeferre. The bespectacled man did the same and soon, their hands met. There was silence before Cosette burst into laughter.

"What?" Marius looked incredulously.

"I was just imagining you making a spit pact with my father for my hand."

Marius went beat red and the rest of the group laughed at his expense.

Gavroche was certainly glad this was his family.

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