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Eponine jumped up from her desk the minute the clock hit six. During her final year of university she had manged to get an internship at an up and coming fashion house in the city. They ended up offering her a full time job once she graduated and she had been there ever since. Most nights she would try to hang around for a bit at the end of the work day, she still felt reasonably new and was still trying to prove herself, but tonight was different. Enjolras had promised he would be back for seven and she wanted to make dinner for him coming home. She said her goodbyes and laughed to herself as she headed to the elevator. If someone had told her a year ago that she would be rushing home from work to have dinner on the table for some man she would have laughed in their face. She made a mental note not to mention any of this to Grantaire because if he found out he actually would laugh in her face.

When she got outside the building she saw a stream of people filing into the Metro station across the street and decided to just to walk back to the apartment. She hadn't coped well in cramped spaces before she was pregnant, but now even the thought of having to sit on a packed train was making her chest tighten.

She was so busy mentally planning her menu for the evening that she didn't bother paying any attention to what was going on around her. She'd only been walking for about 5 minutes when she heard an all too familiar voice call out in front of her.

"Well well well, if it's isn't Eponine Thénardier."

She would have recognized that voice anywhere.

Montparnasse.

She didn't even have look up, she knew it was him. She spun round and started walking back the way she came, pretending that she hadn't heard him and hoping that he would go away. But of course he started to follow her. Montparnasse was never one to just give up.

She just kept walking, looking straight ahead, and tried to quicken her pace. They were in the middle of a packed street during rush hour, this wasn't like those nights when he would trap her between his body and the wall, or lock her in the bathroom; but it didn't matter, she still felt the same fear starting to overtake her body.

Despite her best efforts it only took him a few seconds to catch up with her.

"It's not nice to ignore people when they're just trying to be friendly Eponine, where are your manners?" he said, as he started to walk alongside her. She felt his eyes look her up and down before locking on her bulging stomach. "Fuck me," he squalled, "are you pregnant?"

She didn't reply. She just continued to walk, wrapping her arms protectively across her middle. She wanted him to stop looking; just having his eyes on her was making her flesh crawl.

"Who's the lucky guy?" Montparnsse asked, pulling a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his beat-up looking leather jacket.

"None of your business." she said, still looking straight ahead.

"Awh Eppy, did you not manage to catch his name before you let him fuck you?"

He pulled a cigarette from the pack and placed it in-between his teeth. Eponine wanted to shove it down his throat.

"You really should set higher standards for yourself Eponine, isn't that what all those self help books say?"

"I have set higher standards for myself," she hissed, "that's why I got the fuck away from you."

He smirked. "Nice to see that the fire is still there Thénardier, that's what I always loved most about you."

"Don't call me that."

"Why not baby? It's your name isn't it?"

"No."

"You can't hide from it sugar, once a Thénardier always a Thénardier." he said, blowing smoke into her face.

"Fuck off." she snapped.

They finally reached the Metro station and Eponine joined the masses still streaming in, hoping that he would drop back; but instead he stubbed his cigarette out on the wall and stuck to her side. The crowd of people around them caused him to be pushed so close to her that she could feel his hot breath on her face. She wanted to be sick.

"Do mommy and daddy dearest know about your impending arrival?"

"No."

"Well, wouldn't it be a real shame if I let your little secret slip to your father next time I see him."

For the first time since their meeting Eponine turned to look at him. He smirked, clearly loving every minute of this, loving the fact that after all this time he was still able to pull something out of the bag to hold over her.

"What do you mean the next time you see my father?"

"Oh, we've become quite close over the past year. Turned out that a business associate of mine used to do business with him. Small world eh?"

Eponine knew the kind of 'business associates' that Montparnasse had, and she wasn't exactly surprised that at least one of them knew her father.

"I've been to visit him a couple of times, he's doing really well; the model prisoner, the ideal candidate for parole if you ask me." he said. "And I know he'll over the moon to hear that he's going to be a grandfather."

"You're a bastard."

He started laughing and then she saw the switch in his eyes. It was a look she'd seen countless times before. She'd learnt how to read him over the years; her ability to second guess him was what had kept her alive during the fucked up mess that had been their relationship. She didn't think he would actually hit her in the middle of the packed station, but at the same time she exactly wouldn't put anything past him.

"Now, now Eppy," he snarled. "Watch your mouth."

"Or what Montparnasse?" she said. "You'll hit me?"

"Don't fucking tempt me Eponine," he spat.

They moved with the crowd towards the ticket turnstiles. Eponine began to panic, she needed to loose him, she couldn't have him get on the same train as her and find out where she lived. She didn't want him to know where she lived, she didn't want him running off to her father and telling him exactly where he would be able to find her.

She began to rummage in her pocket for her ticket, hoping that he wouldn't notice how erratic her breathing had become.

"Well, isn't this a shame," he said, holding his hands up. "I appear to have left my ticket in my other jacket."

He finally started to back away from her, much to the annoyance of the people around them, who just continued to push past him.

"Until next time Eppy," he said, his eyes still locked on her. He began walking backwards, smacking into the commuters charging towards the turnstiles. "You take care of yourself and that baby, we wouldn't want anything happened to either of you now would we?"

He smirked again, before turning round and disappearing into the crowd.

"Eponine!" Enjolras called as he let himself into the apartment.

There was no response.

He grabbed his phone from his back pocket as he wandered into the kitchen. When he pushed the door open he found Eponine sitting at the kitchen table. He knew something wasn't right the minute he laid eyes on her: she looked ashen.

"Oh shit, you're home," she said, scrambling up from the table. "Sorry, I didn't even realize what time it was."

"Hey hey," Enjolras said, grabbing her hands. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she lied.

"Eponine..."

She considering lying again, but what was the point? The last thing she wanted to do was start keeping secrets for him, even if it was for a good reason. And besides pulling the wool over Enjolras's eyes wasn't exactly the world's easiest task, he would see right through it - he always did.

"I saw Montparnasse today."

Eponine's words hit Enjolras like a tonne of bricks. Even the sound of that name made him feel infuriated. He wouldn't say he was a particularly violent person, but when it came to Montparnasse he dreaded to think what he would be capable of if he ever got his hands on him.

"Did he touch you?" he asked, squeezing her hands and trying to appear as calm as possible.

"No," Eponine replied.

"Where was he? Where did you see him?"

"Just on the street, near to my office."

"Are you sure he didn't touch you? You would tell me if he touched your right?" he said, the anger starting to seep through into his voice.

"Enjolras," she said, trying to smile at him reassuringly, "he didn't touch me. I swear to you, he didn't lay a finger on me."

"Come here," Enjolras said, pulling her into him, so her head rested on his chest. She could hear his heart beat through his shirt, and for the first time since she had gotten home she felt the fear that had been inhabiting her body start to subside.

"He's been speaking with my father." she said, wrapping her arms round his waist.

"Your father?" Enjolras said, sounding confused. "In prison?"

Eponine nodded. "Turns out they have some mutual friends."

"Eponine look at me."

She rather begrudgingly lifted her head from his chest.

"I won't let them hurt you," he said, "either of them."

"That's a very chivalrous of you." she replied. She couldn't really imagine Enjolras in a fight, not a physical one at least. She'd witnessed him turn people into quivering messes during debates, but she couldn't picture him using his fists to settle an argument.

"I'm serious," he said, brushing back a stray piece of hair that had fallen onto her face. "If he comes anywhere near you again I want to you to tell me."

"I don't need you to look out for me Enjolras," she said. "I can take care of myself."

"I know," he replied. "I know that. But the least I can do whilst you're lugging my baby around is make sure that you're safe and that you're happy, that's all I care about."

"You're too nice to me." she said, reaching up to kiss him.

"Are you sure you're OK?" he asked.

"I feel better now," she said, burying her head back into his chest. "Thank you."

"Anytime," he said, kissing the top of her head.

"I was going to make dinner for you coming home," she murmured. "I bought ingredients and everything."

"Hey, don't worry about it." Enjolras replied.

"It's probably for the best," she said, wrapping her arms even tighter round his waist. "I'm a shit cook."