I'm STUUUUCK! So, I'm going to do what I always do when I get stuck. I'm going to RESTART! This plot has a few kinks in it, I'd like to explore some other things with Abby. So I'm gonna rewrite. Only this time I'm using the BOOK characters and well, yea.

BUT! I actually wrote up like half of this chapter, and it would be a shame to just delete it. So, here is a piece of the next chapter, what I had written before I couldn't write anymore. It's gonna cut off kinda weird and I didn't really edit it enough, but, here you go anyway.

Thank you everyone who read! And make sure to keep watching for when I put up the new version. Will probably be tonight! So, please review, and THANKS!

He never thought he'd see the day, when Abby stood before him all grown up, dressed in white. She looked like a little angel, and to him, she was. If not for her, he wouldn't be where he was right now.

She'd changed so many lives, and he had to wonder what might have happened if she'd not run into him that fateful night so many years ago. What if he'd decided to take a different street, or not stay at the cafe so late? Or what if, when he sent her away, she never returned. Where would they all be? Dead? According to Joly, that is where he would have been.

Abby smiled and twirled in her dress one more time before handing him her veil "'Jolras, are you sure you're strong enough?" she asked him, stopping to look at him once more. He stood and smiled, approaching her slowly "I promised I would walk you down this isle like you wanted, I intend to keep my promise" he told her.

They both looked down at the veil in his hands. The amis had left one final present for Abby, which hadn't been revealed to her until yesterday, the night before her wedding. Enjolras, Grantaire, Marius, and Joly had given it to her. Telling her how each member of the amis contributed.

The group had one day instead of having a meeting, gone down to the bridal shop on Courfeyrac's request. The entire group had gone through wedding veils until they felt they would surely drown in a sea of white fabric. Eventually though, they all found the one they thought was perfect, and now here it was, all this time later, being presented to her by their leader.

She smiled at him "'Jolras are you ready?" she asked. He stared at the veil in his hands before nodding, she turned around and he placed the veil on her head. She turned around to face him, grabbing the red rose bouquet and facing him. This was it now, it was time.

He offered his arm to her, and it would probably be the very last time she ever took it, which she did. Once they reached the end of this isle, he would have to give her away, to somebody else. The doors opened and the small congregation stood up.

There weren't many guests, William had invited only his closest friends and family. And Abby had invited Joly, Grantaire, and his now fiance Rosie, Cosette as her maid of honor, Marius, and Gavroche, and even Esprit made it, and had walked down the isle with Cosette as a bridesmaid.

As they passed Joly and Grantaire, he noticed that the two of them had their heads bowed, trying to hide the tears slipping down their cheeks. Abby noticed them and chuckled softly. To hear her laugh, would Enjolras ever hear that again?

When they reached the end of the isle William smiled brightly at Abby, she beamed in return. Starting to get nervous, his grip on Abby tightened a bit, causing her to look at him and smile "It's alright 'Jolras" she whispered assuringly.

And then, right then, he handed her off. Cosette, who was standing not far off, gave him a sympathetic smile and he nodded at her, before the priest told everyone to sit down.

Throughout the priest's speech, Enjolras couldn't get his mind off of Abby. She looked absolutely stunning, he'd made sure she had the best wedding gown he could afford. Though in reality, that wasn't much, it was still beautiful to her, and to everybody else.

During the vows he tried so hard to hold back sobs. Gavroche, who was sitting next to him, began to whisper "Father why are you crying? Aren't you happy?". Enjolras could only nod "Of course I'm happy. I'm just going to miss her is all" he whispered back quickly.

They kissed, and that was it, Abby belonged to him no more. But she was young, and now she was free to be with the one she loved. He felt his heart ache slightly, but he wiped away his tears and walked up to Esprit, taking the pony's lead line from Cosette, he lead the pony and Gavroche out and down to the cafe where Abby and William were having their reception.

During the reception Grantaire danced with Rosie instead of being drunk, a nice change from when Enjolras had been married. Joly was walking around, a bit aimlessly. Eventually he and Gavroche paired up and went into the corner to play a game of poker.

Marius and Cosette sat at the table with him, Marius putting a hand on Enjolras's shoulder "This is what we all wanted isn't it?" he asked. Enjolras nodded "I'm just..." Cosette smiled "You're just proud. You've raised her, and now you have to let her go".

He choked back a sob "No, it's not just that. She's saved my life so many times, and now, and now she's just leaving me!" he said. Marius patted his back and tried to comfort him "She said she'd come visit" he told him, trying to be reassuring. Enjolras swallowed "I've grown weak. What revolutionary leader cries at a wedding?" he asks.

Cosette chuckled "The same one who took in an orphan off the streets" she replied. Enjolras looked up as Abby came to their table "'Jolras, you don't look very happy. Why?" she asked. He shook his head "I'm very very happy for you Abby" came his honest reply.