4/8/13

Again sorry for the long wait but it is finally here! Just for later on in this chapter, I go on a little about Enjolras in glasses … just find a picture of Aaron Tveit in glasses … I have no words.

Also I am writing a novel! I am currently doing the first draft so it will take a while to do but if any of you wanna help me out and read over things, give me advice, e.t.c then PM me or put it in your review on here!

Chapter 7
Enjolras woke in the morning to sunlight streaming through the curtains and hitting his face. Combeferre was sleeping peacefully with his body curled round the smaller man's chest. Enjolras smiled, affectionately kissing his big brother's tussled brown hair. He could see the cuts shining against Combeferre's unnaturally pale skin and desperately wished that with love they would fade. But both of them knew that they wouldn't fade; the scars would always be there as a reminder of what he went through in the name of the revolution. At the kiss, Combeferre sniffled and buried closer to Enjolras' comforting presence. Enjolras let a smile spread across his face and settled against the pillows. If Combeferre wanted to be there then Enjolras wasn't moving. Jehan tiptoed into the room with some tea and breakfast for them both but Enjolras silently begged him not to wake Combeferre. The group's guide had not got a good night's sleep since the incident and Enjolras didn't want him to wake until his body wished him to. So Jehan left the tea silently on the bedside table and gestured that he would be looking after Grantaire. Enjolras smile gratefully as the poet left the room, gently closing the door behind him. Enjolras picked up the nearest book to the bed and started reading.

Jehan left the tea for the other two men and set to making Grantaire's special tea. Granaire was up on his feet more now but the poison's effects were still clearly present. Jehan had only left the apartment for shopping since he was called in but he enjoyed it. He enjoyed being of help, caring for his friends and being trusted enough to be around at this very sensitive time. One little thing could send Combeferre spiralling back into the void and Jehan was so proud Enjolras trusted him enough to be here, even if it was only to look after Grantaire. The other man had slept peacefully all last night and for once Jehan felt comfortable leaving him alone. He took his time making the tea and made Grantaire Brie sandwiches for breakfast. Unlike Enjolras, Jehan loved to nursemaid people and was great at it. He slowly opened Enjolras' bedroom door and stepped in with the tray when he was sure the light wouldn't hurt Grantaire. He was doing a lot better but he was still incredibly weak. Combeferre and Joly both said that the poison had wreaked havoc on his organs and everything was still fixing itself. "Jeeeeehaaan!" Grantaire whined from where he was curled up in the centre of Enjolras' massive bed. Jehan sighed and rolled his eyes with a little giggle. "The sun hurts," he whined, including an over exaggerated pout at the thin silver of light that was peeking through the curtains. Even Enjolras was easier to deal with ill than Grantaire. Whereas Enjolras was refusing all the care you tried to give him; Grantaire was winey, demanding and incredibly cuddly. Jehan pulled the curtains fully shut as soon as he had put the tray down. "Thank you Jeeehan!" He called out in a sing-song voice.

Combeferre slowly woke up after the best night of sleep he had felt since the incident. The sun was streaming through the window, showing him that it was about four in the afternoon; he had slept through the whole day. He felt warm and safe; maybe things were going to get better. He hoped so with all his heart. He blinked open and smiled when he saw his head was resting on Enjolras' warm chest. That was where the safe feeling came from then, the rhythmic beat of his brother's heart that soothed his own racing pulse. Enjolras would keep him safe, he trusted Enjolras. What sort of world would it be if you couldn't trust your own brother? Once his annoyingly fragile eyes were adjusted to the light once more, Combeferre looked up at Enjolras. He supressed a little chuckle at Enjolras laid on the bed with his reading glasses set on his nose, a copy of The Social Contract resting softly in his spindly fingers. Combeferre just watched silently as he skilfully picked up what had to be his third cup of tea, judging by the quantity of cups on the tray next to him, without looking away from the book. Enjolras hardly ever wore his glasses, he always said it was an inconvenience and he could read without them; but he would never admit that after a while it started to hurt his head so whenever he was at home or with just Combeferre he wore the proclaimed blasphemous objects. The normality was good, Enjolras was just doing what he would normally be doing; it kept the guilt away.

Enjolras noticed Combeferre was awake and softly rested his book on the mattress next to the two entangled bodies. "How are you feeling?" Enjolras asked with a smile, slowly running those fingers, that were previously cradling the book, through his hair. Combeferre softly leant into the comforting touch and tested his strained vocal chords. They seemed to have taken a beating from his confession the night before but were thankfully still functional.

"Much better," he croaked out and found a smile forming on his cracked lips as Enjolras' grew. "Julien?" Combeferre asked quietly, he stared at the bed. Enjolras withdrew his fingers from where they were twisted in Combeferre's hair and rested his hand gently on Combeferre's bandaged shoulder.

"Yes Lucien?" he said supportively and Combeferre's courage mounted slightly.

"Would I be able to go to the Musain tomorrow?" Combeferre asked timidly, he wanted things to go back to normal. And normal would involve going to the meetings and meeting his friends again; no matter what it takes he would get his life back.

"Of course Ferre," Enjolras grinned. "The amis can't wait to see you again," he comforted but Combeferre still wasn't sure.

"I-I just don't feel it as I did before. The passion, the desire to help people," he murmured with tears welling up in his eyes once more. Enjolras faltered slightly but he couldn't let Combeferre see the flickers of doubt appearing in the dark recesses in his mind.

"It'll be fine Ferre. You will always be our friend and once your life returns to some semblance of normality, you will return to be our guide. If that doesn't happen then you will still be our mother hen," he comforted and his spirits lifted with Combeferre smiled slightly.

"Thank you Jolras," he whispered and curled up with his head on Enjolras' chest once more.

Sorry for the short chapter but it came to a natural conclusion here. Plus there will only be one more chapter in this fanfiction. Thanks for sticking with me through the highs and lows and I hope you will enjoy the natural conclusion of this story