Over the next few days Enjolras began to notice things about Eponine. He noticed how she smiled when she watched birds fly in the sky, and he noticed how although her voice was strong and sure when she spoke, her eyes would appear lost. One day when he was walking by her room, he heard her humming to herself. He stopped an listened. In song her voice was no longer rough and raspy, but sweet and delicate. He stood there until he realized Joly was watching him, smiling.

"What?" Enjolras asked him embarrassed. "I just forgot something in my room and I was trying to remember what it was." He tried to reason.

Joly only smiled. "She does have a lovely voice."

Enjolras blushed even more before hurrying back to his room. He made sure not to come out for a few hours to make absolutely sure his cheeks were the color of flesh and not roses. He noticed the house had been quiet though. Usually it was filled with Eponine's chatter with Joly or himself.

"Where's Eponine?" He asked Joly.

"Oh she left about a half hour ago, she went to go water M. Mabeuf's flowers down the road. She ran into him when she went on a walk a week ago and he told her to come by any time she wanted and as long as he was home he would chat with her. Remember when she told us at breakfast a while back?" Joly told him, looking up from his book.

"No, I spoke with the Monsieur this morning, he left to go see Marius himself. I know because I gave a letter to the child accompanying that needed delivering. Maybe she didn't know he had left, but if he is not home she should have been back already." Enjolras said slightly worried.

Joly didn't respond. He was too distracted by his book on human anatomy. Enjolras didn't even remember to take his coat, he was out the door to fast.

Eponine had left to go chat with the man who knew Marius. When he wasn't home she decided to take the allies back because they were so much quicked.

"Ello Ponine." She heard hiss from the shadows. She knew that voice, and she was not glad to hear it.

"Parnasse what do you want." She snapped, immediately regaining the rough argot of the street she had given when she met Marius. However, around Montparnasse, her father, and their gang, she didn't know how else to speak.

Montparnasse walked over to her, pushing her up against the wall. His breath smelled like alcohol and his touch wasn't gentle. "You never gave me what you're father promised me, after Rue Plumet he promised I would have you again." He said laughing lifting up her skirt.

"Please not don't do this, not again please!" She screamed fighting as hard as she could, but he was too strong. He began kissing her violently, exposing more and more of her body to the cold. It was too late, he got his way, just like he always did.

"Thanks Ponine." He spat. Leaving her on the ground in only her undergarments. As he walked away he threw a single franc at her. "For being such a good little slut."

Eponine couldn't move. He was violent and her shoulder and chest hurt from being thrown against the wall, and every time she moved excruciating pain took over. The lights began to blur together. The sounds of the streets began silent. Suddenly she heard a voice, "My god Eponine what have you done! Eponine speak to me!"

Enjolras had found her in the allys he new she always liked to take, it was raining and she was wearing nothing but a light skirt and a camisole, both filthy. She was unconscious and her shoulder was bleeding. "My god Eponine what have you done! Eponine speak to me!" He cried. He picked her up carefully and carried the girl back to the apartment.

"Joly! Joly! Help please she's going cold please Joly she's dying!" He said nearly in tears.

After Joly got over seeing Eponine so broken and frail looking, and Enjolras the marble statue on the brink of a breakdown, he took the girl and got right to work on her.

Enjolras waited for hours pacing back and fourth up and down the hall outside Eponine's room. Never in his life had he been more afraid then when he saw her, like a little girl lost in an ally.

"If she survives until morning, there is a good chance she will live a long happy life." Joly said leaving her room. "If you didn't find her, she would have died of hypothermia."

Enjolras hardly heard him. He just needed to see her. When he entered the room and looked at her, lying there unconscious, he began to cry, really cry. He shook with uncontrollable sobs. He had almost lost her. He had almost lost Ponine. He wiped a speak of dirt away from under her eyes. "I love you Ponine." He whispered. "I really do."

So what do you think? Now Enjolras knows he loves Eponine but does Eponine love him...or Marius still? Writing this chapter was so much fun I hope you like reading it as much as I like writing it :)