The body moving beneath her was what woke Eponine. She stretched a little, eyes still closed. Her head was resting on his chest while his arm was wrapped around her, thumb tucked under the elastic of her waistband, resting in the depression next to her hip bone. Marius. His embrace was protective and comforting. She pressed herself in closer to him, bringing her arm around so that they would be completely intertwined. Her hand brushed against his hard-on. Not Marius. Montparnasse. She froze. His thumb moved in a small circle, sending a shiver coursing her entire body. Out. OUT. She needed out! Their legs were tangled up. Everything was tangled up! She'd never get away without waking him. Just when her fear reached a fever pitch, she caught scent of something familiar. Cheap Ivory bar soap. Enjolras. Her eyes flew open. Now she was truly awake. In one fluid motion, she extracted her arm from around him and tried to roll away. All of the sheets were at their feet, tying them together in an impossible knot. Enjolras, startled awake by all the commotion and perhaps slightly aware the position they'd previously been in, yelped and fell to the floor.

Courfeyrac was laughing at them too loudly for the hour, but everyone else held themselves together. Jehan blushed slightly for Enjolras' sake, and Combeferre shaking his head in Eponine's direction. Enjolras picked himself up as dignifiedly as one possibly can while half naked and tangled up in bed sheets. "I have to take a shower. Is anyone going after me?"

Eponine pushed her hair out of her eyes. It was tangled and limp, but she still refused to clean up for today's slaughterfest. "Didn't you just take a shower last night?" He shrugged and shut the bathroom door while Courfeyrac let out a brief snicker. "How long did you guys let that go on for?" she asked when she was certain Enjolras wouldn't hear. Already she knew he was going to act awkward about it as it was. She didn't need to fuel that particular fire. They still had to see each other all day, and she refused to spend it with him avoiding direct eye contact.

"Too long," Combeferre replied. "Why are you wearing his sweatshirt?"

"Why do you have our comforter? I was cold. If you didn't notice, Snorlax over here," she pointed accusatorily at Courfeyrac, "is accustomed to sleeping in Antarctica."

"I heard you two talking last night."

"I know. I threw my pillow at you."

"No, after that."

She stiffened. There was no way. Sure she had raised her voice a little, but mostly they'd talked in whispers.

Courfeyrac saw her fear, but misinterpreted it. "Calm down, Pony! We don't care if you guys do things together! Lord knows Enjolras needs diffuse some of that built up stress. He's going to give himself an aneurysm."

Wait. What!?

"I think we should focus on today Courf," Combeferre reminded him. "Enjolras can't be...distracted."

"Love heightens the senses," Jehan put in.

"We're not in love you guys. Neither of us could sleep, so we talked about how tired we were until we could." Obviously Combeferre hadn't understood a word of the actual conversation, so she risked making something up.

"Eponine, I heard you guys talking about your feelings and how you would die without one another. Okay? I get it. I just need you to leave it behind for today."

"Actually, I'm pretty sure it went more like this," Courfeyrac pushed Jehan down before straddling his hips and pretending to make out with him, using a hand as a barrier between their lips. "Oh, Enjolras, you're so strong!" he wailed in a ridiculous falsetto. Jehan was trying to push him off to no avail as he was laughing so hard. "What's that? You've never met a girl like me before? Oh, I know honey. You just wait until- EW! Did you lick my hand?" he jumped off of Jehan, wiping his hand on his trousers.

"I was trying to tell you to get off. You're hand happened to be in my mouth."

Eponine threw her pillow at Courf. "You're such a dork."

"If that's not what happened, then why were you guys cuddling this morning? HM?! Riddle me that!"

"It just happened!" Everyone cast her doubtful looks. "Why would I lie to you?"

Combeferre sighed. "Regardless if there is or isn't anything going on between you two, today is about justice and that is all. If we let anything come before that, we'll be at risk for making mistakes we can't afford."

They had to ditch the car in case the police were tracking it. Eponine wouldn't have minded, except for it was freezing out and the walk to the bus station was a few miles away. She stayed in front of the boys so that she wouldn't have to listen to them gossip about her supposed furtive tryst. Enjolras stayed by her side, supposedly for the same reason, but he kept a good six feet away. Probably he was embarrassed about what had transpired that morning.

"I'm sorry," Enjolras began after awhile of awkward silence, confirming Eponine's suspicions. "about earlier. I didn't mean to- I didn't know-"

"It's fine."

"It wasn't very gentlemanly of me. I hope you don't think I did that on purpose."

"Enjolras, seriously. It's not that big of a deal."

"I know you haven't been feeling well lately, ever since the- um-"

She knew he wanted to talk about her suicide attempt and her relationship with Montparnasse again, but as it was her last day on Earth she certainly didn't want to reminisce about those things. Instead, she quickly changed the subject. "Do you think someone could run away and live in the woods without ever having to come back to society?"

"I'm sorry?" He looked to either strip of forest bordering the highway they walked down. "I think that was the plot line of My Side of the Mountain."

"Never read it. Did it work?"

"I can't remember."

"I'm going to build a house right there," Eponine pointed to a denser part of pine trees up ahead.

Enjolras squinted. "And do what?"

"Live there? The government wouldn't know. We wouldn't have any hardships because we would live off of the food we scavenged and the water in the streams and plants. There wouldn't be any laws to follow or people to be afraid of."

"You'd probably get dysentery and die."

Eponine jabbed his arm playfully. "Joly can be our neighbor and tell me what herbs to eat to fix that."

"'Our' neighbor?" Enjolras looked a little worried that he was playing a role in her hermit fantasy.

"Yeah, Marius and me. We would have eight or so children. All boys of course. Marius was getting pretty good with his gun, last I saw. He could teach them all how to hunt."

Enjolras' face became increasingly distraught. "Marius?"

"I know he's dating Cosette, but this is make-believe. Let's pretend he's not."

"If today goes as planned, you won't have to run away to the woods to live without hardships."

Eponine frowned. Today wasn't going to go as planned and he knew it. This was it. This was the last one. She grabbed his sleeve and tugged him off the road, toward the pine trees. "We don't have to go support the revolution, you know. We could start building huts right now. Then it wouldn't matter who was president and supported whose rights."

"It's bigger than that, 'Ponine. We can't all just run away from our problems, because eventually there's going to be no where to hide. The people need to rise today if we want to live our lives as free men and women. It's our duty to defend those who can't defend themselves."

Eponine dropped his sleeve. "It's not fair."

"That's the point. Nothing is fair, equality is scarce to be found. We need to fix that," he looked at her as one might when explaining why the sky is blue to a child.

"Gotchya," she sighed, chafed by his words. She picked up her pace so that she wouldn't have to bear his condescending looks any longer. Was it really that hard of a concept to understand that she didn't want him to die? The least he could do was entertain her concerns. She glanced back and saw that he had joined his brothers, but was staring pointedly at her.

At least we'll all be equal when we're dead, she thought.