A/N: So I was browsing fanfiction and I realized there are tons of Éponine/Enjolras fanfictions. And that this fanfiction has turned into one of those. So, sorry that this one has turned into that. Maybe I'll resurrect Grantaire, somehow…Oh, and in the last chapter, Valjean ran through the sewers with Marius on his back at super speed (he is Wolverine), ran into Javert, talked, and Javert just left to go check on the revolution. After his appearance in here, he then goes to commit suicide. And there's going to be more Marius/Cosette stuff now.

"Stop!" A voice cried out. Enjolras and Éponine remained emotionless. Javert walked through the soldiers. "Let them be, the revolution is over."

"They could revolt again!" a soldier cried.

"In case you hadn't noticed, all of their friends are dead," Javert said quietly. "I don't think they'll be revolting again anytime soon." Javert turned to Enjolras and put his hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"Don't touch me," Enjolras glared at Javert and shook off his hand. He walked away from the soldiers, aware that Éponine was following him. He tried to not look at Joly's dead body on the ground as he left the café. The barricade had been completely torn down too. Enjolras surveyed the battle ground. He tried not to glance at his friend's dead bodies, but instead looked at all of the dead soldiers. There were so many lives lost during the course of two days. Enjolras paused for a minute, before walking on.

Éponine stepped carefully, following Enjolras. He went back to his apartment, and she followed him.

"Are you going home?" Enjolras asked, sitting down.

"No, I don't want to," Éponine said, sitting next to him. She frowned, "have you seen Marius?"

"No, I didn't see his dead body. I haven't seen him since the final battle. Do you think he survived?" Enjolras asked.

Éponine thought of Cosette, and how heart breaking Cosette would be if she found out that Marius was dead. "I hope so," she said, slightly aware that Enjolras had taken her hand in his.

Cosette was freaking out. She was isolated, and had no idea of what was happening. Her father wasn't there, and Marius was fighting on the barricades. Nervous, Cosette kept listening for news. Her father finally arrived home, and went straight to bed, exhausted. Cosette was too afraid to ask him about Marius. She was scared that Marius was dead. Cosette stared up at the night sky. A couple of bright stars shone out. She looked down and smiled as a wind blew a flower to her. She took it and smelled it, it was rather nice.

Cosette was given permission to go to town the next day. She hurried around asking about the revolution.

"Ghastly ending," one woman said, "I think one or two survived, but countless boys were slaughtered." Cosette bit back a yelp. She went back home, where a note was waiting for her.

"Yes!" She cried out. It was as if the rain had stopped, the clouds cleared off, and the sun was now shinning. Marius was alive! He was wounded pretty badly, but it wasn't fatal.

"I must go make bandages for him, to help him," she said, hastily putting the letter down. Her father watched her, and smiled slightly. Cosette did not know what the smile was for, and did not have time to wonder.

Enjolras and Éponine were adjusting to life. They were feeding off of Enjolras's money, which was slowly dwindling. The hardest day for them, was when the soldiers called them to name the bodies.

The soldiers had converted the Musain café into some sort of viewing chamber. Éponine and Enjolras entered quietly. There were a couple of people crying, but, besides that, it was empty.

"Well?" The soldier asked, impatient. He received two glares, and sank back into silent. Éponine and Enjolras approached a body nervously.

"Courfeyrac," Enjolras said, stiffly.

"This one is Jehan," Éponine said softly, from another body. Jehan looked peaceful, almost as if he was sleeping. "They should be buried next to each other." The soldier nodded.

Éponine turned and saw Musichetta, crying over two bodies. Éponine ran over to her and they hugged.

"Joly told us to tell you that he loved you," Éponine said. Musichetta attempted a watery smile.

"How did they…you know?" Musichetta mumbled.

"Bossuet was on the barricade. He got a few bullets in his chest. Joly looked at him, but he was already close to death," Éponine said. "Joly stalled for us as we went to the back room," Éponine started crying as well. The two women hugged tight.