Hello my lovelies! And how are you today? Well, I must tell you that I originally thought this story was something else. But then I changed the title and now I'm going to change the description, because I had an epiphany in this chapter same as Eps. Anyway, enjoy!

P.S: I know where I'm going with this now… :)

Enjolras walked into Grantaire's house, with Eponine right beside him. They had each brought a present, for Grantaire had claimed there to be a "gift swap" at the Christmas party. The house was warmly lit, a stark contrast to the white snow outside.

They walked into the living room, where sat Jehan, Grantaire, Coufeyrac, Combeferre, Joly, Bossuet, Bahorel, and Marius. "PONINE!" came the collective shout, except from Grantaire, who muttured: "Enjolras," seeming already completely inebriated. He slowly rose from the couch, bottle in hand. "Now that we're all here," he drawled. "PARTY TIME!" shouted Coufeyrac. "Let's play Truth or Dare!" suggested Bossuet.

Eponine smiled as she and Enjolras sat down on the floor in a big circle with everyone else. "I'll go first," said Grantaire. "Joly, truth or dare?" The hypochondriac thought for a moment before replying: "Dare."

The resident drunkard thought for a moment, before saying: "Call that girl you like and ask her out. Right now." Eponine had to stifle a laugh as Joly visibly paled. "Musichetta?" he asked weakly. Grantaire made no response except to hand him a phone. "EVERYBODY SHUT UP" shouted Coufeyrac, and once everyone was silent, he pressed the speaker phone button on Joly's phone. "No sound at all," whispered Enjolras to the group as Joly died a number.

The ringing sound filled the room. Somebody picked up. "Hello?" came a pleasant voice. Joly turned white as a sheet. "Musi?" he asked. "It's Joly."

"Hi, Joly," came the voice on the other end. "I have something to ask you." He stuttered the words. Musichetta laughed on the other end. "Will you…" he stopped.

"Will I what?

"Go out with me?" Joly stammered. There was a long pause before they heard a "Yes," and Musichetta hung up. There was a second of silence before group rose up in cheer. Joly turned bright red with a grin on his face. "Alrighty then, Marius. Truth or dare?"

"Uh… dare, I guess." replied Marius uncertainly. "Alright," said Joly, rubbing his hands together like an evil genius. He held up a small whiteboard, an eraser, and an Expo marker. "I dare you…" he said, adding a dramatic pause. "To not talk or make any noise at all for 2 hours."

Marius fell silent and took the whiteboard. "And…" Joly added. "If you laugh, speak, sigh, make any noise at all, you will have to start over." The group groaned but Marius wrote: I'm up to the challenge on the whiteboard.

The group fell silent to see who Marius would choose. Enjolras, he wrote. T or D?

Naturally, Enjolras chose dare, and Marius dared him to make one of his revolutionary speeches, like old times. "I am not doing it!" Enjolras sighed. Coufeyrac jumped up and began waving his arms and making chicken noises. One of the groupmates, Bahorel, she thought, began to chant: "Speech, speech, speech, speech, speech," and everyone else joined in until Enjolras stood on the table. He had procured a newspaper from god knows where, and pointed to an article on the first page.

"Government is cutting welfare. Now those who live on welfare… can't live anymore." Enjolras started. "This is an outrage! For those too poor to get a good job, who depend on a welfare check to survive… They will lose their homes! They will lose their belongings! They will starve!"

A month ago, this would have been her problem because her father and mother got welfare. But now that she was living with Enjolras, it didn't matter to her about her mother and father! She had already smuggled Azelma and Gavroche out to better homes. Now she was gone too. But still, Enjolras had a very good point.

Eponine looked around at the group. Joly, Marius, Courfeyrac, Combeferre and all the rest all sat enraptured. Even Grantaire looked inspired. This must have been the revolutions group, Eponine realized. He had talked about a failed revolt, and the group had shut down, or so it seemed. Enjolras was the leader, with his speeches. Combeferre was probably the force that glued them all together. Joly was the doctor, Marius a loyal member, and even Grantaire putting down the alcohal for a few moments to listen to something he believed in, perhaps the only thing he believed in.

Suddenly, Eponine was entranced. She wanted to be a part of this group. A group that helps people! A group for fixing people. Eponine wanted to help, she wanted to fix people. But the group was disbanded, the bridges burned. But all the members still stayed loyal to their leader, who was standing on the table. She could bring them back together… but how?

Suddenly, something Marius had once said to her came to light in her mind. He had said: "To fix others, you first have to fix yourself." Then, it came to her! She could do it! She could! Because she lived with the man that needed the fixing! Enjolras wanted to help people, and yet he hadn't yet helped himself. He had helped her, and then, she had glued herself back together. She would do the same for him.

"We need to help these people." Enjolras was still talking. Everything was silent in the room except for his voice. "No we MUST help these people! So who's with me? WHO'S WITH ME?" he boomed and the room erupted in cheers. Suddenly, someone started chanting: "Les Amis, Les Amis, Les Amis," and to her own shock, Eponine found herself joining them. The room was one collective voice of "LES AMIS" and suddenly, Eponine could see a future, with these rowdy souls, these wonderful people. And damn it, she'd be a part of it wherever it went. And this is why she shouted: "LES AMIS, LES AMIS, LES AMIS, LES AMIS, LES AMIS, LES AMIS, LES AMIS!" until her voice was hoarse.

She looked up at the golden haired leader of a group for revolts, a group for inspiration. And in that moment, she saw a spark ignite in the waterfall eyes of Enjolras. A spark she'd never seen, that before her eyes turned into a burning blue fire, a passion, a hope, a dream of a better tomorrow. This was an Enjolras she'd never seen, but an Enjolras she wanted to see again.

The room slowly fell silent and she thought she saw a flicker of a smile ghost across Enjolras's lips. But when she looked up again, he was about to jump down , but the fire was gone. And all Eponine wanted, in that moment and for the rest of the night, was to bring that fire back. All that was left was to figure out how.

The rest of the party was almost boring after that.

So did you like the mind-blowing epiphany that our dear Eponine has? I sure liked writing it! I'm also planning a new story with everybody's favorite pint-sized revolutionary: Pocketjolras! I'm not finished writing Chapter 1 yet, but I might be later, so check my profile later today. It's called The Amazing Adventures of Pocketjolras and the Les Amis.

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-crescentmoonthemage