A/N: So, the time-frame is around late fall, early winter. For the barricades, the ending might be different as well. Not drastically so, but someone could live if they had died originally. Oh, and I'm assuming that people already have couches during this time-period. That'll make more sense later on in this chapter. The next chapters will just be fluff for each of the pairings.

Éponine leaned against a side of a building as the cold wind blew throw the streets. It was night, and she had nowhere to go. She could go home, but she didn't feel like it. She had just seen Marius and Cosette exchange a goodbye kiss and all Éponine wanted to do was to be left alone to her thoughts.

The Les Amis de l'ABC was gathered around at the Musain Café for an extra meeting. The word didn't spread around to everyone, and a couple people ignored it. When Enjolras finally started the meeting, the only people there were Bossuet, Joly, Combeferre, Jehan, Courfeyrac, and Grantaire.

"Alright, then. So, we're not going to wait for anymore people. We already wasted 10 minutes," began Enjolras. "I called this meeting as a checkpoint. The revolution could happen any day now, and we must be prepared! Now, as for rallying the people—Jehan, what are you giggling about?" Enjolras said, turning to him.

Jehan blushed pink, and mumbled something unheard. Courfeyrac, who was sitting next to him, was trying hard not to laugh. Enjolras walked over to them, and gave Courfeyrac one of his glares. Courfeyrac cleared his throat.

"I was just having a conversation with Jehan," he said, trying to control his voice.

"About what?" asked Enjolras, narrowing his eyes.

Courfeyrac didn't answer, and just looked at the table.

"Enjolras, do you mine wrapping up the meeting? It is cold outside and we could get a cold and then pneumonia very easily," said Joly, underneath his bulky scarf.

"These meetings are important!" said Enjolras, nearly shouting.

"We know, but we are missing members and it's late," said Combeferre. "It'll be easier to have the meeting tomorrow."

Enjolras nodded his face blank and stony. "Fine, go."

"Things not looking your way, Apollo?" came a chuckle from the corner.

"Grantaire, why did you show up?" Enjolras asked, narrowing his eyes at him.

"I heard there was a meeting," he said with a shrug.

"You don't even believe in this! Why don't you just go home and not come back!" cried Enjolras, exasperated. He was having a tough night, and he didn't need Grantaire's mockery.

Grantaire narrowed his eyes. "Fine," he said, before standing up and leaving. Courfeyrac frowned as he observed Grantaire. He wasn't as drunk as usual.

There was a pause, and everyone looked at Enjolras.

"Enjolras, go after him and apologize," said Combeferre.

The two of them locked eyes for a few minutes as a silent argument took place.

"Fine. But if he's drunk, I'm leaving him," muttered Enjolras, walking out.

Grantaire, true to Courfeyrac's observations, wasn't as drunk as usual. He walked through the streets of Paris, letting off steam. He could hear someone behind him. Not wanting any encounters, he turned into a dark alley, and made his way home by using a more complicated path. He made it home without any interference and then drank the night away.

Éponine was freezing. She was used to it most of the time, but the winds were especially rough that night. She closed her eyes and tried to curl up against the wall. She was interrupted when someone grabbed her arm. She immediately stiffened and turned to see her attacker. She cursed herself for being off guard as she struggled. The man had grabbed both of her arms. Éponine kneed him in his weak spot, and then punched him the face. The man groaned, and Éponine took off.

Enjolras didn't catch up to Grantaire. He sighed, and decided to walk around Paris to cool off steam. He usually wasn't this mean, except this night was pushed him to his limits. He could see the hurt in Grantaire's eyes as he left. That shocked Enjolras, as he thought of Grantaire as someone who didn't care for words and couldn't be hurt by it. Maybe it was too much for Grantaire. Enjolras decided to go apologize to Grantaire.

Éponine found herself in front of the Musain Café. Amongst the people leaving it, she could see Courfeyrac and Jehan. She ran over to them.

"Have you two seen Marius?" she asked them.

They shook their heads. "You look cold," said Jehan, frowning.

Éponine just shrugged. "I was just wondering where he was."

"Well, Marius isn't here, but Enjolras left not all that long again. You can still catch him," Courfeyrac said with a smirk.

Éponine glared at Courfeyrac and ignored him. "Thanks Jehan." She said, before running off again.

"You know, her and Enjolras would make a good couple," said Jehan thoughtfully.

Courfeyrac nodded slowly. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

Jehan nodded and smiled.

Éponine spotted Enjolras by his red jacket. He knocked on the door of a shabby, rotten house. The door opened and Grantaire stepped outside. The two talked some, and then argued, and then talked. Grantaire slammed the door, and Enjolras turned away. Éponine walked over to him.

"Have you seen Marius?" She asked.

"No, why are you looking for him?" asked Enjolras.

"No reason," said Éponine. She felt like she needed someone to talk to, and that someone was Marius. Marius always listened and gave her good advice. Besides romance, the two talked about everything together.

"You look cold," remarked Enjolras.

"Well, I'm not," said Éponine, cross.

Enjolras snorted. "Oh really? Are you even going home?"

"Why does it matter to you?" Éponine crossed her arms.

"You're a part of the Les Amis de l'ABC, and I look out for everyone. Now, are you going home?"

"No, happy?" Éponine said, turning.

Enjolras sighed, "Just stay at my place tonight so you don't freeze to death."

"It's fine."

"It's not fine."

"You seem mad."

"I am, I had a long night, and I want to get home."

"Speaking of which, what happened between you and Grantaire?"

Enjolras sighed. "None of your business. Now, come on before we both die of the cold."

Éponine followed him to his house. They had a brief argument over who should take the bed that ended with Éponine happily on the couch and Enjolras on the bed.