Oh My God, I really can't thank you all enough for the response this story has been receiving! It's so exciting and it really makes me want to write the next chapter quickly for you all to enjoy, so here it is! More fluff here, and a little bit of history into Gavroche's life on the streets.

Marius Pontmercy was the roommate and the best friend of Courfeyrac but now he was regretting agreeing to accompany the man to the market on his occasion.

"Fey" He grumbled, trailing along behind him. "Enjolras will not want us to be late for this meeting" He watched Courfeyrac pay the stall keeper for the large stack of children's clothing he had piled into his arms. "Really Courfeyrac? Spending your money on the boy?" Marius had not yet introduced himself to the gamin Gavroche as the boy was still recovering from illness and was in need of rest. Well, this was what Combeferre said anyway.

Courfeyrac scoffed at him and nodded. "If you are so concerned about being late Pontmercy, run along ahead. I will catch up" He said looking along the other stalls. "And yes, Gavroche needs warm clean clothing".

Marius sighed and nodded. "I'll leave you to your shopping then, Mon ami" He said "And what is it with you and this gamin? You are acting like he is your son". Courfeyrac thought about it for a second. Gavroche needed someone to care for him and make sure that he was safe and if that meant acting like a father, then so be it.

"He needs someone, let that person be me" He said simply. Marius looked at him oddly before dashing off through the crowds in the direction of the café.

He arrived at the café over an hour late for the meeting but made no effort to apologise. He walked straight through to the side room, smiling when he saw Gavroche. The little boy was lying on his back, sleepily flicking through the pages of some thick book someone had left in there earlier even though it was clear that the gamin could not read. "Bonjour" He smiled setting the bags on the cot alongside the boy. "How are you feeling, petit?" He pressed a gentle hand to his forehead and smiled. "Your fever is broken, and your eyes seem brighter".

Gavroche nodded. "I'm good, nose is all stuffy but I don't care" He said sitting up to look at the man. "When will I be allowed out of this room?"

Courfeyrac chuckled "Soon, Mon ami" He looked at the bags. "Would you like to get into these new clean clothes?" He asked.

Gavroche looked up at him, still not sure about accepting such kindness. "That all for me?" He said looking into the bags. He saw clean warm trousers, a smart blue waistcoat, a thick jacket and a black newsboy's cap along with a shining leather pair of lace up boots. Finery he could never have imagined owning.

Courfeyrac smiled ruffling his hair. "Of course petit!" He laughed "You don't need this old stuff anymore, you can have all of this. A gift, not charity, understand?" Gavroche smiled brightly and nodded.

"Merci! Merci Courfeyrac!" He said happily picking up the cap and putting it on his head of recently cleaned blonde hair with a smile.

Courfeyrac chucked at the boys sudden enthusiasm and set about helping him. As he removed the boy's hole ridden shirt, he was shocked to see scars on his skin and his bones jutting out as he was so thin. "Oh Gavroche, how can you live like this?" He asked quickly covering him with his new clothing to prevent him from getting cold.

"I gotta, I got no family" He said. "Got my boys to look after, I left them though, when I got sick. We all live like this; the streets ain't no easy bed though."

Courfeyrac took hold of the little boy's hands and knelt next to him as he sat with his legs dangling off of the cot. He realised he didn't know anything about the boy. "Gavroche, ami, listen to me. Will you tell about you and your life? If you want it to be a secret, it will be. I won't tell anyone" He said looking straight at the gamin. "How old are you? What happened to your family?"

Gavroche looked down for a moment, before looking up at him, placing his hands on his shoulders for support. "I'm nine" He said. " 'Think my birthday's October 17th, parent's wouldn't tell me. 'That's just when my boys give me stuff if we can get anything". He sighed, thinking about his family. He had been left in the slums when he was five, everything before then was a blur. "My family left me, papa and mama took me away, 'left me in 'slums and took me sisters away". Courfeyrac gaped at him, unable to believe that his family had made the decision to leave him. " 'was five then, found my place and stayed there, had to be strong for me and my boys. We live in the elephant of the slums, you know the place. Have to steal though, take money from the rich that pass us like we are rats".

Courfeyrac nodded and rubbed the boy's arm reassuringly. "You're here now Gavroche, with me, we can get some food to your boys, I promise" He said wanting to help him. "Do you know where your sisters are? Did they want your parents to take you away?"

"Non" He said. "Azelma cried and Eponine…. Eponine tried to stop them, but papa hit her" Gavroche said tears in his eyes. "I don't wan' talk no more, Courfeyrac, no more questions!". Courfeyrac's eyes went wide when he said Eponine, linking the name to the girl that followed Marius like his shadow. He wasn't sure but he would ask her. He nodded seeing the little boy set upset. He moved forwards and wrapped his arms around the gamin, pulling him close. Gavroche threw his thin arms around Courfeyrac's neck and buried his head in his shoulder, tears sliding down his cheeks. "Mama and papa said I was 'nother mouth to feed and no good to use for thieving, made too much noise. I hate them!" He cried. "But… I miss me sisters!". Courfeyrac didn't say anything about Eponine in case he was wrong but he nodded to himself. He rubbed the boy's back as he cried, moving up to sit on the cot with Gavroche on his knees and wrapped in his arms.

"Here" He said. "Look". The boy looked up, wiping at his eyes with the sleeves of his new jacket. He watched as Courfeyrac dug through his pockets whilst keeping one arm around him. The man smiled pulling a cockade of ribbons out of his pocket and showing it to the gamin. "It's for you, I got Fueilly to make it" He said. The red, white and blue cockade matched the one that all the boys wore on the waistcoats. Gavroche smiled brightly "I can be a les ami?" He asked taking the pin "Just like you?". Courfeyrac nodded pinning the cockade to Gavroche's waistcoat, glad his gift had made him stop crying. He smiled. "Yeah, just like me"

And there we go, chapter three complete! I hope you all enjoyed it.

I've been thinking about where this is going to go and I can only think that it is going to go all the way up to Gavroche's death at the barricade, sorry if that is going to break your hearts. But… If I get as good a response to this chapter and future ones as I did to the first too, you might get an afterlife sequel

Please review, they make me want to write!