A/N: YIKES! I'm SO sorry guys! I've kept you waiting so long! Now that school's over I should have more time to write.

Morning dawned all too soon. Eponine had gotten a few hours of restless sleep. The floor had proved much more effective than the sofa. She was all too used to sleeping on the cold floor, and that habit was too hard to break. She wearily rubbed her eyes and began to move the blankets back on to the couch. She was not going to give Enjolras reason to be suspicious of her lifestyle. Life was about what you made of it. If you keep telling yourself the same lies, sooner or later they become true. Eponine had just put the pillow on the couch when a noise from the bedroom startled her. Enjolras was awake. Eponine flew under the blankets just as the door opened.

Enjolras ruffled his hair and opened his bedroom door. He started as he realized that there was a woman on his couch. Oh, right, Eponine. His sleep addled brain had managed to momentarily forget. All fog, however, quickly left as his sharp eyes took in the scene before him. Something wasn't right, but he shouldn't have expected otherwise. Something about Eponine was odd, perhaps the fire that seemed to shine from her soul, or maybe the shield she hid it behind. This morning, however, was different. He had spent too much time with Courfeyrac and Gavroche. He knew all too well what that glint in their eyes meant. It meant that they were up to something, and Eponine had that same glint in her eyes, albeit a bit dimmed down. For starters, Enjolras had heard her tossing and turning all night. Her blankets were laying neatly over her, as if she had just laid down. Second, she looked far too alert.

Enjolras quickly turned back to his bedroom and made his bathroom ready for the young woman.

Enjolras shuffled to the kitchen and began to make some coffee. He could feel Eponine's eyes on his back as he started the coffee maker. He turned to the fridge, and then realized that he didn't know what Eponine ate.

"What do you want for breakfast?"

"I beg your pardon?" Eponine sounded like she had never heard the question before.

"I asked what you wanted for breakfast." Enjolras fought to keep the annoyance out of his voice. Eponine just stared at him in stunned silence. His forehead furrowed in impatience. He didn't think that it was a hard question. He made a mental note to drink a cup of coffee before asking anymore questions of his guest.

"I… I'm flexible." Eponine wasn't used to eating breakfast. She had gotten by on a few scraps of stolen bread a day for years now. She could see the aggravation building behind Enjolras' eyes. Obviously not a morning person. She supposed she could make this a little easier on him. "What do you have?"

Enjolras quickly took inventory. "I can make eggs, pancakes, waffles, or oatmeal. Gavroche finished off my bacon and cereal yesterday, so you're out of luck if you want that."

Eponine's heart lept that the thought of Gavroche. He was her brother, although their parents had since disowned him. He ran away years ago. Their parents didn't care about him. It had been a couple months since she had last seen him. Her father had gotten suspicious of her after-school activities, and it was better for Gavroche if Thenardier didn't know where he was. And to think, he was here… In this apartment! Just yesterday!

"Eponine?" Enjolras' voice cut into her thoughts. Oh, right, breakfast.

"Eggs, please."

"Just eggs." It wasn't a question.

"… Sausage?"

"That's better. I'll start making it. You can take a shower if you want. Just head through my bedroom. You can use my body wash and shampoo and whatever. I already got you towels and some clean clothes to wear. They're on the toilet seat. I also set out a new razor for you, in case you want to shave or whatever." Enjolras' face was threatening to turn pink. He didn't normally make a habit of thinking of women's hygiene.

Eponine mumbled a thank you as she made her way to the bathroom. She felt a little odd, entering Enjolras' bedroom, but that was nothing compared to how she felt as she stepped into the bathroom. Did he think she was dirty? Well, she might be, she considered as she glanced at herself in the mirror. She couldn't remember the last time she had taken an actual shower, with soap and everything. Back when her parents owned that motel? Back when life was simple. Her hygiene routine now usually consisted of washing herself with a washcloth at the sink in their small, dingy bathroom.

Eponine reached a shaky hand out and turned on the shower. She adjusted it and stepped into the cool water. She hesitantly grabbed the body wash and began to scrub away at the layers of dirt on her skin. It kind of… tingled. But in a good way. Eponine decided that this was a luxury that she could learn to enjoy.

"No. Not enjoy. You aren't staying here," Eponine thought forcefully. "I'm only staying until this police business blows over, and then I'm out of here at my first chance." Not that Enjolras was unpleasant. In fact, he was quite thoughtful, she mused as she began shaving her legs. And besides, there was nothing wrong with enjoying these kind of things while she had them. Things like food or pillows or this wonderful clean feeling that was overtaking her body. Was this what angels felt like? This is probably what that blonde woman feels like. Cosette.

Eponine snorted and finished washing the shampoo out of her hair. She wasn't going to let that bring her down. Now that she was clean and fed Marius had to pay attention to her. He would finally see her as she was. Well, what she wanted to be. A woman worthy of his love. Eponine turned off the water and opened the shower curtain. She giggled at the steam that had settled in the bathroom. It reminded her of foggy mornings spent walking by the Seine. She ran her fingers over the lush towels. This was too good to be true. It had to be.

Enjolras had just finished his first cup of coffee as a slight movement from the bedroom door caught his attention. It was Eponine. He watched her out of the corner of his eye as he began to put the eggs and sausage on a plate. Was she… limping? He had noticed it last night as well, but he didn't remember noticing it at school. He placed their breakfast on the table just as she sat down.

"Coffee?" He was greeted by a small smile and grateful eyes. He poured her a cup, refilled his cup, and brought over the cream and sugar. Eponine hadn't moved. "Is something wrong with your food?"

"Oh, no! It looks perfect! I just thought I'd wait for you before I started!" Enjolras nodded and they began their breakfast.

The first few minutes were silent. Enjolras' voice broke the sound of silverware hitting plates. "Eponine?"

"Mmm?" Eponine looked up from her eggs.

"Are you alright?"

Caution flooded Eponine's face. "I'm more than alright. You've been a gracious host. Why?"

Enjolras hesitated as he tried to formulate his sentence. Strange, words usually came easy to him. "Well, I noticed you… limping." He spoke slowly. What if the limp wasn't a new thing? The expression on her face darkened, and Enjolras rushed to continue before she lashed out again. "If you're hurt, you should get it looked at."

"I'm NOT going to the hospital," Eponine snapped. Multiple lies were forming in her brain, excuses to get out of this. Enjolras raised an eyebrow, and Eponine felt her heart begin to race. "My mother died in a hospital when I was young, and I haven't been able to set foot in one since." This was a lie. Her mother was probably sitting at home, wondering where her husband was and drinking away her miseries.

Enjolras carefully set his coffee mug on the table. He hadn't meant to bring up bad memories. "I don't think it's a good idea for you to go to a doctor." Eponine's eyebrows shot up. "Not with the police looking for you. But I have a friend, a med student. Let him look at that ankle of yours."

Eponine thought back to last night's events. She had heard the police. They both had. "Come on! The last one can't be far away!" In her panic over her father's sure fury, she had almost forgotten that the police were looking for her.

Almost.

Eponine rubbed her foot against her ankle. It felt swollen. An injured ankle would certainly hinder any plans to run from danger, and perhaps Enjolras' med friend would bring Marius or Gavroche with him for company. "Would I need to pay him?"

"No. Joly enjoys helping people. If you're injured, he'll help, and if he needs any money for supplies, I'll cover it." Eponine started to protest, but Enjolras cut her off. "He's my friend, and it was my idea. Just let me get it, Eponine."

Eponine meekly nodded. She wasn't used to others providing for her, especially not when it came to money. This day was getting stranger and stranger. "If the police are looking for me, wouldn't it be wise to use a false name?"

Enjolras had to admit, it would be prudent. "I don't even know your real name. Your last name, I mean."

Eponine couldn't tell him that she was a Thenardier. That would ruin everything. She chose to ignore him. "I mean, Eponine isn't a very common name."

Enjolras froze. "What about Professor Rupert?"

"What about him?"

"Well, I figured I'd get your homework. I can't just give him a false name. He'll look at the class list sooner or later and realize that he doesn't have a student by the fake name."

Eponine flinched inwardly. If he had bothered to look at the class list, he would see that he didn't have a student named Eponine, either, but she wasn't about to let on that she wasn't enrolled in the class, or that she hadn't been doing the homework.

Enjolras didn't notice her pause and kept lecturing. "It's your duty as a student to keep doing your homework, just as it's his duty as a professor to come to class every day and teach us with an impartial view, which I realize he isn't doing but-"

"I KNOW." Enjolras' lecture was starting to piss Eponine off. She wasn't an idiot! "Just call me Elise! I'll talk to him myself if he gives you trouble."

Enjolras merely stared Eponine as she snapped at him. He wasn't used to people interrupting his lectures or talking back to him. It was oddly refreshing. He drank some coffee and waiting for Eponine to get the anger out of her system. Once she had quieted, he spoke up once more.

"What is your last name? Your real last name, if you please."

Eponine took a moment to gather her wits. He wasn't even fazed by her outburst. Damn, it was like he was made of marble or something.

"… Jondrette."

A/N 2: Yes, it's rather short and uneventful, but I wanted to get something out to you guys as proof that I'm still alive.

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