A/N: I think I might update the rest of this fanfiction (or most of it anyway) tonight, as I have it all written and it's just taking up space in my documents.

Chapter 20: That shows you like me quite a lot!

The letter branded into Eponine's pockets as she stood at the barricade. She helped to build it, Marius not noticing her in her disguise. She was stood against Cafe Musain after building, not knowing what to do, when Gavroche appeared.

"Hey there, Ep. Can't fool me." He smirked. "'Specially whilst you're looking at Marius that way."
"Don't tell anyone, 'Vroche!" Eponine looked into his eyes pleadingly.
"I keep secrets, I do!" Gavroche walked away, whistling.

Enjolras stood on the barricade, and addressed the revolutionaries.
"Here upon theses stones we will build our barricade! In the heart of the city, we claim as our own! Each man to his duty and don't be afraid. Wait! I will need a report on the strength of the foe!"

A man appeared. He was infact Javert in disguise, but nobody noticed. Everyone was too busy. Eponine was too focused on Marius to recognise the man she always used to be on lookout for.

"I can find out the truth! I know their ways, fought their wars, served my time. In the days of my youth!" Enjolras nodded, and Javert slinked off to inform the soldiers.

"Now the people will fight, And so they might." Jaques yelled.
"Dogs will bark!" Azelma stood by Jaques.
"Fleas will bite!" Called Gavroche.
"They will do what is right." Coufeyrac went to talk.

Eponine was heading to join Gavroche, as she recognised Jaques and realised the girl was Azelma. However, she bumped into someone. She turned to apologise, when she found herself facing Marius.

"Hey, little boy, what's this I see? God, Eponine! The things you do." He scolded.
"I know this is no place for me, still I would rather be with you..." She replied softly, thoughtfully regarding him.
"Get out, before the trouble starts! Get out, 'Ponine! You might get shot!" He sounded worried.
"I've got you worried now, I have! That shows you like me quite a lot!" She smiled a little. Marius sighed, shaking his head.

"There is a way that you can help-you are the answer to a prayer! Please take this letter to Cosette, and pray to god that she's still there!" Marius walked away, leaving a letter in Eponine's hand. She held it.

Little you know! Little you care!

When Eponine slipped through the gate at Rue Plumet, she was stopped by Cosette's father.

"I have a letter, M'sieur, It's addressed to your daughter Cosette. It's from a boy at the barricade, sir, in the Rue de Villette." She spoke.
"Give me that letter here, my boy." He reached for the letter. Eponine pulled it away.
"He said give it to Cosette!"
"You have my word that my daughter will know what this letter contains." She hesitantly handed it over. He handed her a coin.
"Tell the young man, she will read it tomorrow, and here's for your pains. Go careful now, stay out of sight!
there's danger in the streets tonight." She was going to slip out through the bars, but he unlocked the gate.

She stood around, just out of sight, as she didn't know where to go now. Cosette's father read the letter aloud, and she couldn't help but listen.

"Dearest Cosette, you have entered my soul and soon you will be gone. Can it be only a day since we met, and the world was reborn? If I should fall in battle, let this be my goodbye. Now that I know you love me as well, it is harder to die. I pray that god will bring me home, to be with you, pray for your Marius-he prays for you." Cosette's father looked shocked as we went in.

Your Marius. Cosette's Marius; not Eponine's.

And now I'm all alone again, nowhere to turn, no-one to go to. Eponine left, with nowhere to go.
Without a home, without a friend, without a face to say hello to.
Everyone was at the barricade, the few friends she had.
And now the night is near...now I can make-believe he's here. Daydreaming-if you can call it that at night-of Marius. She'd done it a lot during the winter.

Sometimes I walk alone at night when everybody else is sleeping. Half of Paris was asleep in fear; the others were fighting; or planning to fight.
I think of him and then I'm happy with the company I'm keeping. Nothing compared to Marius' company.
The city goes to bed... Cosette would be in bed now. Eponine wondered if it was one of those rich four-poster beds, draped in silk or satin curtains.

She allowed Cosette to fade from her mind. All but Marius.

The Marius who didn't know or love Cosette.

And I can live inside my head...