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So here it is… The rescue!

They were not afraid. They were determined, strong and ready for a fight. As they listened to the sound of stumbling footsteps and muffled words, none of them could deny the feeling of their hearts beating faster when they could no longer hear the tears. Courfeyrac ran his hand through his hair, calming his nerves with a steady deep breath, before turning to Enjolras. "Do you have a plan?" He whispered, leaning against the door in attempt to hear any sign of little Gavroche. "We need to think about this carefully"

Enjolras, always calm and steady, nodded. "Combeferre and I will handle Thenardiar, you find Gavroche. He trusts you the most" He whispered. "Get Gavroche out of there first". He placed a hand on Courfeyrac's shoulder. "Gavroche may not be in a good way, he needs you Fey. Now come on, we can get in through the back and take him by surprise"

The three young students pushed their way through an open window at the back of the run down house, Enjolras then Combeferre then Courfeyrac. They kept their pistols ready in front of them as they looked around the room, seeing no furniture just mould and some old blankets thrown on the floor. Whilst he allowed the chief and the guide to the lead the way, Courfeyrac looked around hoping to see Gavroche as they walked through the house, trying to make as little sound as possible. They paused, pressing themselves back against the wall as they heard voices in the last room of the building. "Montparnasse, we have the boy now, he can be the thief now" Thenardiar said. "He is weak but fast"

"Yes, and 'Ponine won't run off if we have her precious brother" Montparnasse replied "We can keep the boy and our little slut in our grasp"

Courfeyrac bit on his lip and crept closer, listening to them carefully to see if they said everything about where Gavroche was. He could feel the hatred for these two men filling him, no one treated Gavroche badly and no one had the right to talk about Eponine, or any women in that way. As the other two followed him down the corridor, leaning against the wall, the hole ridden flooring creaked under their feet. Thenardiar's head spun round rapidly "Who's there?" He yelled stepping towards them as they lurked in the shadows. "Montparnasse, on your guard" Enjolras, Combeferre and Courfeyrac bravely took the step towards him, each with their pistols out in front of them directed at the two men. "Students? Revolutionaries?" He hissed, the discovery of the three young men surprising him but not scaring him "What are you here for?"

"Where is he?" Courfeyrac scowled. "What have you done to him, if he is hurt may God stop me killing you!"

Thenardiar laughed "The boy, what would a no good group of students want with my stupid little boy?" He hissed. "You using him to do ya' dirty work? Getting him planning to overthrow the state? The runt can't even read"

"Say another word Thenardiar, and I am not afraid to shoot" Enjolras said strongly "Give us Gavroche and another word will not be said"

"I need that boy!" Thenardiar hissed. "I can use him now he is older"

"But you showed no care for him when he was young! A man like you doesn't deserve children, not a child like Gavroche and not a child like Eponine" Combeferre said moving to stand beside Enjolras in a silent signal telling Courfeyrac to move back and search for Gavroche.

Montparnasse, a large and strong young man, stepped forward. "Thenardiar, want me to handle them, shall I shout for the law?" He said. "Let me take them on, students are no match for me"

Thenardiar smirked. "They want the boy, let them work, let them pay. Look at them, fine looking boys, got some money I'm sure" He smiled. "Come on then young sirs got your pistols? Got your money?"

In one quick movement, with nothing more than a silent nod to each other, Enjorlas lunged forwards pushing the wooden handle of his pistol into Thenardiar's stomach with the force of a powerful punch, pushing him back with a pained gasp. Combeferre, who although appeared kind and gentle could be rough if it called him to be, moved towards Montparnasse and swung a punch at him, engaging him in a viscous fist fight. "Remember the plan Courfeyrac, we handle these two scum, you get Gavroche!" Enjolras said briefly looking up at the third of their group whilst pinning a kicking Thenardiar to the ground. He winced under the force of a punch to the jaw, but stayed firm, keeping him down with his pistol to his shoulder.

Courfeyrac slowly backed away, looking around him as he walked in search of Gavroche. He couldn't hear any crying, or any sound other sound other than the shouts and thuds of the shouting men. "Gavroche? 'Roche?" He whispered creeping back along the corridor in the direction which they came. He pressed himself against the doorways listening for any sign of life. "Come on Gavroche, it's alright to make a sound. It's me Courf, not anyone who wants to hurt you, Enjolras and Combeferre are handling them, it's alright, mon petit frère" He whispered, almost in a begging tone as he leaned against the wall. "It's alright". A tiny, almost inaudible, thud caught his attention sounding almost like a footstep against a hard wooden floor. He nodded to himself, moving along the corridor. "That's it, bravo little Gavroche" He said pushing his ear against a narrow door. "Roche?"

Another tiny, weaker, thud

Looking around to make sure he hadn't been followed, and taking a moment to listen to his friends fighting to keep Thenardiar away, Courfeyrac bit down on his lip so hard he feared it would bleed. He could hear Enjorlas shouting, his booming voice straining to keep control of the situation. Combeferre was responding, although his voice was laced with pain. Courfeyrac knew that neither of them would stop fighting, stop trying, until he had Gavroche safe and out of there. Looking back to the doorway, he grabbed the twisted lock and pulled to no avail. "Come on" He whispered to himself, grabbing his pistol from his belt and cracking the wooden handle across the lock with a smash. The rusted lock crumbled in his hand falling to the ground. He heard a whimper, and he swore the sound broke his heart.

Pulling open the door slowly, holding it to prevent it from falling from its rusted hinges, Courfeyrac gasped. Inside the narrow cupboard, curled almost in half, was a barely conscious Gavroche. He looked so small, even smaller than when he had first found him. His face was cut and bruised, covered in his own dried blood from his obviously broken nose. His jacket was gone, and his shirt ripped down his back. The belt marks were clear. "Oh Gavroche" He breathed kneeling before the boy and taking the tiny outstretched hand. "I'm here, it's going to be alright". He brushed his hair away from his face and pressed a kiss to his temple, leaning there for a moment. "petit frère, can you hear me?".

Gavroche took a deep and laboured breath, pain filling his body as he tried to breath properly against broken ribs. "Courf" He gasped, bringing a hand up to his friend's dark curls. "It 'urts"

Courfeyrac nodded, moving closer and wrapping his jacket around the shivering boy. "I know, ami, come on now, I am going to pick you up, I'll be as gentle as I can, can you lean on me?" He whispered. Gavroche gave a tiny nod, met with another whimper. Courfeyrac felt a tear run down his cheek. "Do not be afraid, I've got you petit" He whispered slowly picking Gavroche up and bringing him against his chest, listening to the boy whimper.

Gavroche, tears coming down his dust covered cheeks, slowly rested a shivering hand on Courfeyrac's cheek. "Can…Can I sleep?" He whispered.

The young man shook his head. "Not now 'Roche, stay awake for me, we will get Combeferre and Enjolras and get out of here. We will go to the Café". He carried the gamin down the corridor, carefully allowing Enjolras to see he had Gavroche as he passed him. "Come now" He whispered

"That's my boy!" Thenardiar shouted punching Enjolras in the stomach and taking the wind from him. "You have no right to him!"

"Any father who leaves a defenceless child on the streets to fed for themselves has no rights to that child!" Combeferre said, pushing his pistol into Montparnasse's shoulder as he climbed off of the floor. His face was beginning to bruise, and a gash ran down his right arm, evidently from a knife. Enjolras was not in any better state, gasping after many a punch to the stomach and blunt weapon wounds to his shoulders and collarbone, most possible from his own pistol.

Thenardiar gave a scream, to which Enjolras thrust his pistol against his shoulder. "Take my boy is thieving, pay up rich boy!" He shouted.

"A man like you deserves no payment, find someone else to do your dirty work, you no good con!" Combeferre shouted backing towards the door once he was convinced Montparnasse was not going to be getting off of the floor any time soon.

Enjolras, with one more threat to fire, also backed away. "Come near Gavroche again and I'll follow up that threat, to your head!" He shouted.

Living Thenardiar hissing in anger and Montparnasse passed out, the two men made a quick exit through the window, climbing down to meet Courfeyrac at the bottom of the house. "You two alright?" Courfeyrac asked.

"Mere scratches and bruises" Combeferre nodded, his attention directed to Gavroche who lay in his best friend's arms. "My arm will need stiches, but we must first make Gavroche Joly's priority"

"You are good men" Courfeyrac smiled, a weak smile directed at both Combeferre and Enjolras. "We will get you both sorted at the café, but we need to get Gavroche there quickly, he is very weak"

The three young men were comfortable to walk in silence, all relieved they had achieved what they had set out to do. To save Gavroche. They were tired and hurt, but they were not concerned with that. As they walked back to the café, they all watched little Gavroche as he whimpered and attempted to stay awake, a tiny hand gripping onto Courfeyrac's waistcoat. They all knew that is was not going to be easy for him to get over this, physically and emotionally. When they entered the café, everyone turned to stare at them. It was silent, except for Eponine's shriek as she rushed to her brother.

And there we go… Gavroche is back with Courfeyrac, safe and on the long road to recovery. But will this be the last time we see Thenardiar?

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