I would like to thank you all so much for your reviews! They've really helped me keep going with this. If you get the time, go on and check out my other stories as well. One is a Godspell story, for like the 5 of you out there who have seen Godspell (it's based on the movie because I've only ever seen one production of the play. If it matters, I went back to see that production three times). The other is yet another Les Mis one in which Javert actually survives. Okay. End infomercial.

I don't know why, but for some reason I imagined Cosette as Jayne Wisener. Seriously. All the characters in here are based off the actors from the movie except her. (Well, and Azelma. But that went without saying.) Also, no pun intended about betraying Marius. Happy Maundy Thursday, everyone.


"Cosette? Are you busy right now?" Éponine's heart sank further every second she realized what she was doing. However, she could not so easily betray Marius.

"Not particularly. Why, Éponine?" Cosette was one of those few people for whom it was probably impossible to do something harshly or mean. They had almost been friends as children even though Éponine's whole family hated Cosette.

Éponine's mind fumbled around with a way to tell Cosette what was actually happening. "I have a friend who wants to meet you."

Cosette blushed. "Really? Whatever would someone want to meet me for?"

At the moment, Éponine couldn't really think of any reason why someone wouldn't want to meet her roommate. "He likes your voice."

Cosette was completely taken aback, but obviously loving it. "Alright! He sounds lovely. I'd really like to meet him."

When Cosette and Éponine arrived in the Student Union, Marius was not expecting Éponine to have company. Éponine could see it in both of their eyes: love at first sight. "I'm probably going to go now; I've got some stuff I have to do." No one saw her cry as she left. It was a particular talent of Thenardier children that Cosette had once learned as well. No one knew; no one saw.

By the time Éponine reached the dorm, she couldn't hide her tears much longer. It was not her own dorm, for she didn't think she could bear to be there once Cosette returned from her first meeting with Marius. She knocked on the door, but after hearing no answer, she went in anyway. Éponine no longer cared.

"Éponine? What are you doing here?"

"Enjolras? Where's Grantaire?" Éponine was searching the tiny room, not even caring what Enjolras thought or what he would say.

"I don't know. Are you alright, 'Ponine?" It was the first time Enjolras had ever called her by her nickname.

Éponine thought for several seconds about whether or not to tell Enjolras what was happening. "No, but I will be. Just tell Grantaire I was here, okay?" She started for the door. The fierce blonde strode over and blocked it.

"Éponine, no. You're not okay, and neither is Grantaire. I may not look like I care, and most of the time I actually don't, but I care about both of you greatly. You're not leaving until he comes back."

What choice did she have? Éponine sat down, braced against the wall, and sobbed quietly to herself. Although he was busy writing a paper, Enjolras did find the time and the decency to hunt down a box of tissues and a wastebasket and offer them to her. She accepted.

Grantaire returned just in time to see Éponine with a straight face once more. But she was not going to fool him today. He could tell she had been crying, and hard. "Éponine? What's wrong today?"

Even though her face was composed, Éponine's voice was broken and shaky. "I just introduced Marius and Cosette." She didn't need to say any more. Grantaire pulled her in close and began stroking her dark chocolate hair. Although he could feel Éponine's pain, a small part of him was happy that she had chosen him to console her. It may not be much, but at least he had this moment.

Enjolras gawked at the smile spreading across Grantaire's entire face. He had never understood love, and had no intention of doing so, but he could tell Grantaire was in love. Foolish Grantaire. He always favored emotion over everything. Wanting to both clear his mind and give his friend the privacy he felt he deserved, Enjolras slipped out of the room. His disappearance was not noticed, and for once, he liked it that way.