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Warning: Unrealistic scenes up ahead...

Disclaimer: I don't even think Victor would do this...

Chapter 15: Initiation

Her water had broken, the babies were coming.

Gav's eyes nearly took up his face, his eyebrows long gone within his hair line.

"But Ponine, 'Ferre said they'd come closer to my birfday! That's not fer anofer three weeks!"

"I know." Éponine bit out, slightly guilty for snapping at her little brother. "But they had different ideas. Just go get Combefe…EIII!" She screamed as another shot of pain rushed through her abdomen. Gavroche nodded frantically and tore out of the alleyway.

Éponine sunk down against the wall and clutched her stomach. Not far from her, Montparnasse began to stir. She tried to move, but every flinch brought about a new pain, so she simply curled up and began her breathing exercises.

"Oh Gav, please hurry!" She prayed, the pain slowly tugging at her consciousness.

Gav ran as fast as his legs would carry him. Seeing the doors to the Musain, he cried out in relief and burst through the door with all his might… which was followed by a string of curses no doubt he picked up from his sister, for the door was locked. He should've realized it was a Friday afternoon, a meeting afternoon, so Musichetta always closed the café early, door locking from the outside.

The sudden crash caused every head in the café to snap up. Joly and Jehan shrieked while Bahorel spit his (boiling hot) coffee all over Bousset.

"What the bloody hell was that?" Courfeyac yelled, hand clutching his heart for dramatic effect.

"A bird?" Grantaire mused, gently patting Enjolras, who had also shrieked (though he'd never admit it.) along with Jehan and Joly.

"I think it was a person." Cosette breathed, the loud noises bringing back some darker childhood memories.

Suddenly the banging continued and every eye trained to the door to find a very disheveled Gavroche, pounding at the glass with all his might.

"Holy… is that Gav?" Feuilly cried.

"Maybe he's just getting our attention to let us in." Musichetta mused, moving towards the door.

"But he looks frantic." Cosette bantered, curious as to why they hadn't already gotten to the door.

"Yeah, and where's Ép? Wasn't she picking him up?" Enjolras asked the room, the mention brought forth a new wave of fear.

Combeferre stood so quickly, the armchair he was in toppled over. The rest of the group wasn't far behind. He wrenched open the café door and yanked the boy into his arms. Grantaire, realizing Combeferre was already in a state, took over from there.

"Gav! What's the matter?" Grantaire questioned.

"And where'd you get that?" Courfeyac whined, pointing to the Beebe gun in his hand. "That was your birthday present Roche!"

Out of breath from running, he struggled to pull his sentences together.

"Ponine…Parnasse…. Babies…. coming."

The café froze; Combeferre dug his nails into Enjolras's shoulder, Gav's words running through his head. Ponine….Parnasse…Babies…Coming…Ponine…Parnasse…Bab ies…Coming.

"Gav, slow down, take a breath and start over." Enjolras stated, prying Combeferre's hands from his shoulders and kneeling down to Gavroche's level. The little boy took several deep breaths to begin his story, but a painful scream split through the café's open door, halting any chance at explanation.

"Gav, later, now lead!" Combeferre roared, directing the boy out of the café. Realizing who screamed, Gavroche took off once again, Combeferre, Bahorel, and Grantaire hot on his heels.

The remaining group stood frozen for a moment before Musichetta snapped into action.

"Alright! Joly, get ready for whatever state Ép's in. Bousset, call 911 for an ambulance and the police. Enjolras, find someone to yell at for the mistake they made at letting that lunatic free." Enjolras chuckled slightly, but nodded, turning to his phone to find some contacts.

"I think my Dad can help with that." Cosette perked up, smiling deviously.

"He's got a rather close relationship with Inspector Javert, and trust me, Javert will not be happy an inmate broke his parole."

Despite the fear and worry that had fallen over the group, Courfeyac broke into a wicked grin. "Excellent!"

They reached the alley in moments, only to find Éponine clinging to the wall in pain and fear, one hand clutched to her belly, the other holding the only weapon she could find; a broken bottle. Fifty feet from where she stood, a rather drunk looking man was beginning to stand, growling wildly and reaching for a lost weapon.

Hearing the sudden entrance, Éponnie turned, relief immediate on her otherwise terrified face.

"Ferre!" She cried, reaching out for him. Combeferre was quick to oblige, running to her side and moving to pick her up.

"I got you Ponine, I got you." He whispered, pressing a worried kiss onto her perspired brow.

"NO!" The drunk, who Bahorel and Grantaire realized was Montparnasse, stood. "NO, IF SHE'S NOT MINE, SHE'S NO ONES!" He roared, running towards the couple, who were struggling to stand. Bahorel and Grantaire tried to get there, to stop him, but someone got there first.

"You will never touch my sister, my brothers, or any of my family ever again!" Gav spit, taking the Beebe gun to eye level, he aimed and shot, once again at Montparnasse's groin, though his time, it was a more direct hit.

The master assassin collapsed with howls of pain. Bahorel quickly leapt on his back, stopping him from moving any longer.

"Bravo Gav, you're the top of the class!" Grantaire breathed, amazed at the sight of his little brother holding a Beebe gun with a murderous look on his face.

Another cry brought everyone to attention.

"Hold on Ép, you're safe now." Combeferre cooed, but his voice was hoarse with worry.

"No, Ferre, the babies are coming NOW!" She screamed, clutching his shirt for dear life.

"Right, Grantaire, help me!" Combeferre cried, struggling to carry his growing family. The inky haired man nodded and moved to Éponine's left and together they raised her from the dank alley floor.

"Let's go back to the café." Grantaire commanded, Combeferre simply nodded; too dazed by the fact his children were coming to argue.

"I'll stay with him until the cops finally do their job." Bahorel barked, pushing his foot deeper into the criminal's back.

"Right," Grantaire nodded, "Let's go."

The two men carried Éponine in-between them like she sat on a chair, Gav ran ahead to get everyone prepared.

In a matter of moments, Gavroche had once again burst through the doors of the café.

"Guys! Joly! Get somfthing cleared off, Ponine and the babies are comin!"

Joly immediately broke from his pacing to begin barking off orders.

"Musichetta, Cosette, get me towels and water. Bousset, Courfeyac, clear off the table. Marius, where the hell is 911!"

Everyone jumped into action, Enjolras was barking into a phone, yelling at anyone who would listen. Minutes after Gav burst in the café door opened once more, revealing Combeferre and Grantaire supporting Éponine. They moved to the table that had been cleared off and Jehan moved to Éponine's side, whispering words of encouragement.

"Where the hells the ambulance?" Combeferre cried, exasperated by the entire situation.

"They said they'll be here in twenty minutes." Marius spoke timidly.

"What is with these emergency forces?" Feuilly whined, "It's like they want u to be put into outrageous situations!"

They were all silenced by another painful cry from Éponine.

"I can't wait twenty minutes! I want these babies out NOW!" She was hysterical now, a mix of pain and fear fueling the tears that now ran down her face.

Combeferre was at her side in moments, holding her hand and whispering sweet nothings to her. While the group backed up from the couple, they turned to Joly.

"Well?" Grantaire asked, hoping the hypochondriact would have an answer.

He sighed, clearly distressed, and ran a hand through his sandy hair.

"Even if they were here, I'm not sure we could even move her at this point. Those babies want out."

"Well, do you know how to deliver a child?" Bousette asked.

Scrunching his face in thought, he finally nodded.

"We did it a lot in med school, even more with residency starting, but it'd still be best if she were in a hospital."

Éponine let out another (perfectly timed) scream. Combeferre continued to stroke her hair, but quickly rose to take Joly by the jacket.

"Jol, I know it's best, but we don't have time, we need to deliver these babies NOW!"

"But Ferre!" Joly cried, his voice raising several decibles. "This place is no where near sanitary enough to bring one, let alone two very vulnerable newborns into the world. Think of all the germs, the disease, the…" Éponine yelled in exasperated pain.

"Joly, I understand your concern, but despite your best interest, they've been influenced by everyone in this room and think you're full of it. So, .out!" She screeched, slamming her hand on the table and collapsing backwards onto the pillows that Jehan had set up behind her.

Joly, who paled significantly, was frozen to the spot, spluttering slightly at the situation, the germs! But Musichetta was one step ahead, lightly slapping Joly's cheeks and pushing him towards Éponine. "Jol, we don't have time to worry about the nonexistent germs in my shop, it's only you lot that's here 95% of the time. Plus it'll be fitting that they're born here don't you think? Consider it they're initiation." She winked towards Enjolras and Grantaire, the latter who began to laugh slightly at the comment.

Shaking his head weakly and nodding, he snapped into doctor mode.

"Alright, Musichetta, Cosette, get me towels and the blankets from the back couches. Grantaire, Enjolras, get water and sterilize something sharp, a knife, scissors, something. Combeferre, will you be able to help me or are you gone?" He eyed the usual calm guide who was knelt at his fiancé's side, brushing back her hair and whispering assuring words to her.

"Right, Bousset," He looked over to his boyfriend who was struggling with one of the bowls of water Enjolras had grabbed. "Scratch that, who's willing to be a listener and help me out?" He looked to the remaining members of the group. Feuilly breathed in and stepped up. "I can try."

Joly nodded, clapping him on the shoulder. "Jehan, close the shades and turn up the lights, and Chetta, do you still have that head lamp?" She nodded and retrieved the light from behind the counter.

Within moments the group had managed to set up a makeshift delivery room in the middle of their café.

Bahorel called not long afterwards, saying he got tired of waiting for the lousy cops and dragged the crook to the station himself.

"Which station?" Cosette asked into the phone.

"One down on Plummet?"

"Perfect, I'll get Javert down there." She smiled wickedly, moving off to make a call.

"Marius," Courfeyac breathed, "Never double cross that girl."

He nodded weakly; he hadn't really gained any color back since they started the delivery service.

Before the friendly banter could continue, Éponine let out another cry, followed by Joly's excited shout,

"Hey! That's a head! Alright Ép, push!"

So it's another cliffe, but it's not as bad as last time! Next chapter will be up real soon! Poll's still open if you want a say in the twins' genders.

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