First things first :D I just need to say Oh My God Thank you! My last chapter received over 15 reviews, the most reviewed chapter so far. I hope that this chapter does just as well :D I also hope that it satisfies the fluff requirement, with Gavroche, Enjolras, Grantaire and Combeferre featuring in the fluff.

I hope you that you enjoy this chapter.

With a gentle sigh, Enjolras carefully lifted Gavroche into his arms and smiled softly in relief when the young child did not push his sign of comfort away. Making sure at Grantaire was making no move to approach them; the chief carried the boy to the corner of the room. The drunkard was the last person that Gavroche wanted to see right now. Setting him down to sit on the window ledge before sitting opposite him, Enjolras sighed. He didn't know how to comfort children, he wasn't like Courfeyrac. He was serious and studious, passionate for his cause. New before had he really made an effort to talk to the little boy but Gavroche appeared to like the leader's comforting words. "Gavroche" he began "Grantaire is a fool, under the influence of heavy alcohol. He does not mean what he says about Courfeyrac, I know he doesn't"

Gavroche nodded "I don't like sittin' there watchin' him, it's not him. He looks so ill and weak" He said wiping his eyes. "And… when he told me to get away he sounded like papa"

"He is ill, I will not lie" Enjolras replied "But he is fighting the infection. He is fighting for you. I think that he is thinking about you, he cares about you"

"I just want to him better" The little boy said "And for him to remember him again, I can't lose him"

"You are very close, that is clear to see" the chief nodded. "Can I ask why Gavroche?"

"If anyone else had found me when I was sick, they would have left me there to die" Gavroche sighed "Courfeyrac cared for me, no one ever cared for me before him other than Eponine. He seemed to like caring for me, and I liked havin' him there"

Enjolras sighed heavily, setting a hand on Gavroche's shoulder. "I understand Courfeyrac took you in as his own. And he really does want to care for you; he wouldn't talk to you like he did on purpose. He didn't mean it. He doesn't want to be without you." He explained. "That day he took you back to the elephant, he came back here and sat down setting his head on the table, he was miserable without you. And when your friends told him that you were in danger, I saw determination and the love of a father in him. He picked up his pistol, more than willing to kill if it meant that you would be safe"

"I missed him when he took me back, I really did but I thought it would be better for me to stay there with me boys" Gavroche replied. "I like living with him and Monsieur Marius. He has looked after more in the last six months then Mama and Papa did in five years. Will he really be alright Enjolras?"

"He is fighting Gavroche, when he is sleeping he is building energy to make himself better. The more energy he builds up, the better his wound can heal. He also has a high fever, but that will break when he is feeling better" Enjolras nodded "Oui Gavroche?"

He nodded. "I understand, I hope that he will be better soon. I miss talking to him"

"Every day, he is getting better" The chief replied

"Merci Enjolras" Gavroche said with a smile, leaning against Enjolras' side when the young man sat beside him. "Merci for talking to me, and letting me hug you, and carrying me. I thought you didn't like me"

"I've never said that I did not like you, have I?" Enjolras smiled. "To tell you the truth, I don't have experience with children. But you are not like other children that I had around me when I was your age. You like to be spoken to as if you are an adult. I think I can handle that"

Gavroche nodded. "You have to act like an adult when you are out on the streets" He replied. "And don't worry Enjolras, I like you, I don't like Grantaire though, he was mean about Courf"

"I'll get him to apologize when he is sober, he will not mean it if he is drunk" Enjolras said. "Now come on, you can help me sorting out these maps"

…

"Are you sober wine cask?" The chief said later that evening, when Grantaire was resting with his head on the table having spent the entire meeting sleeping. Gavroche sat by the window at the far end of the room, curled against Eponine's side as she stroked his hair in a vain attempt to calm him to sleep. She had spent the day at Courfeyrac's bedside, watching Combeferre and Joly care for him. They wiped his forehead with cold rags and lifted his head to pour strong medicines down his throat. He was so weak, so tired and so feverish. At this point, this evening, Gavroche was not settled in his sister's arms. He was watching Enjolras talk to the drunken young man despite his sister's efforts to pull him away from listening. "I hope your head hurts like cannon fire"

"What's bothering you tonight? No one listening through this meeting of the hopeless" Grantaire said, a sarcastic tone to his voice as he leant back in his chair "Come on Apollo"

"What is bothering me? Can you honestly not remember what you said hours ago?" Enjolras replied leaning over the table to talk directly to him. "The comment that left a little boy in tears, and left him coming to me for comfort"

"He has to know the truth, he can't spend every day thinking that he is going to have Courfeyrac there for him every day" Grantaire replied. "He is nearly ten years old, by the time that I was ten I was out working, not hanging onto someone to look after me"

"You didn't go through what Gavroche has been through" Enjolras argued. They all knew Gavroche's heart-breaking story. Enjolras just needed to put it into context that would make Grantaire realise what he had done. "Put yourself in his shoes. You are five years old, dependent and in need of care every day but there is no one there to care for you. The only signs of love that you get are the occasional piece of bread or scrap of meat from your parents along with a tankard of water. You have no toys, no one that is allowed to keep you company. You are unwanted. Then one day it changed. You were taken from your sister's arms and left alone to fend for yourself. At five years old."

"I understand that Enjolras, do you really think that I do not listen to a word anyone says here" Grantaire replied, giving a quick look over to the little boy who was staring at the pair with his blue eyes wide. "Of course I know his story, everyone here does. But that doesn't explain why he can't bear to take into consideration the seriousness of the situation"

"Listen to me you fool, right now listen" Enjolras grumbled, starting to lose his temper with the young man who came forward with little care for the words that tumbled from his alcohol stained lips. "Imagine you are a child who is sick and has spent trying to take care of yourself and three other children. You are sick and feel as if you are dying. If the rich were to see you they would pass you as if you were a rat lying dying in the gutter. Courfeyrac appears, and for the first time in years, is someone who comes forward to care for you. He saved your life. Wouldn't you be attached to him after that? Wouldn't you be attached to the person who showed you care and showed that there was good in people? Who took you in and treated you as if you were his own son!"

Grantaire, unwillingly, found himself looking down at the ground rather than looking up into Enjolras' fury filled eyes or looking behind him to see the little boy and his sister with their big teary eyes. "Of course, I see" he mumbled.

"Don't mumble at me Grantaire" Enjorlas sighed. "Do you remember now what you said? Do you remember know that you shouted for all to hear that you thought that Courfeyrac is not going to survive? Your mouth is too open, you cask for the wine, you do not think about what you wish to say before it falls from your lips. That was not the worst of it, in fact the entire statement could be considered as a matter of personal opinion, but now that was not the worst of it. You turned to that poor little boy and looked him straight in the eye, he was crying, but you still said that you would not tell a lie. Whilst you may consider being truthful as the right thing to do in any given situation, in this case you looked him straight in the eye and pretty much told him that he was going to lose his best friend, his guardian, the nearest thing to a decent father he has ever had!"

The room fell silent for a moment, with the chief staring at the cynic with pure fury in his eyes. He didn't care when Grantaire told him straight what he thought about the revolution or about their friends condition, but to state it so rudely and so blatantly in front of Gavroche was a step too far. The noise to break the silence was the padding of footsteps across the hard wooden floor. They were small footsteps, a child's footsteps. Gavroche had jumped up from his place in Eponine's arms at the window and sprinted across the room, weaving through the seats of the various Amis as they sat watching the heated exchange between Enjolras and Grantaire. As he reached the chief, a strong figure who towered above the little boy, he threw his thin arms around his waist, burying his face in the fabric of his bright red jacket.

Enjolras, sighing deeply, let his hand come down to brush the child's hair back from his face. "Grantaire, look at him, look at him right now and please tell me that there is something that you have to say"

The drunkard nodded, all effects of the alcohol that he had consumed that night fading away. He looked to Gavroche. The little boy looked afraid, almost broken. There was no light or joy in his eyes that should be seen in the eyes of the young. Those young eyes had seen more than any good adult should see in a lifetime. As he watched the child lock his hands together around the leader's waist, clinging to him as if he was a required lifeline, he knew he had been wrong to say what he had. Carefully, he knelt down and put his hands out to the boy. Gavroche did not move towards him, rather turned his head to face him as he leant against Enjolras' side. "I'm sorry Gavroche, I shouldn't have said that, I didn't mean it that way I just meant that he is very sick. I guess I'm a bit scared really, like you in a way. He's my friend too" He said. "No one can complete my jokes better than he can, you know that you find them funny"

Gavroche nodded. "You really didn't mean it, you promise? You don't think he's gonna die?"

"I thought it, because I was scared and I have always seen everything in a negative way. I don't have a positive bone in my body" He said. "Unlike you, children like you see everything in a positive way"

"You've gotta see everything in a positive way when you are out on the streets" Gavroche replied. "You've gotta hope that everyone is still there when you wake up the next morning. They could be dead from the cold or the hunger or someone could have taken them away"

Grantaire sighed and nodded. "I understand that now, I'm sorry. I understand why you need Courfeyrac."

Gavroche nodded, the slightest smile of forgiveness gracing his lips.

…

He couldn't sleep. It wasn't that he was not tired, he was. His eyelids were heavy and his whole body felt weighed down. He sat on one of the chairs beside Courfeyrac's bed, leaning on the edge of the cot staring at his friend sleeping. Courfeyrac's cheeks were red from the heat whilst the rest of his face was white. His curls were limp and his arms laid down his sides, fingers limply curled as if grasping someone's hand in his sleep. Eponine was asleep in the second of the chairs, curled fast asleep. The room was silent.

The door opened behind him to reveal Combeferre, the young doctor carrying a large bowl of water and a number of rags. "Petit, I thought you would be resting" He said seeing Gavroche awake.

"Couldn't sleep, so I'm just watchin' him" Gavroche sighed. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to try and cool him down" Combeferre replied setting down the water and rags. "Do you remember when you were sick, how we put the wet rags on your head to make you feel cooler?"

Gavroche nodded. "I wouldn't let Joly do it, Courfeyrac had to do it"

Combeferre chuckled and nodded. "You were a demanding patient" he said, wetting a rag. For a moment, he paused, looking up to the little boy. Gavroche was watching him carefully, watching his every move. "Would you like to help?"

"I can help?" Gavroche said, nodding tiredly

"Of course, it might do you some good to help" Combeferre smiled. "Here, come here".

Gavroche moved around to the young doctor, who lifted him to sit on the side of the cot. "Here, take this and gently wipe his forehead and cheeks, it will make him feel better" Combeferre said gently as he passed a cool wet rag to Gavroche.

The little boy nodded, folding the cloth in his little hands and pressing the cool fabric to his friend's forehead as Combeferre laid a second rag on Courfeyrac's bare chest. "There we go Courf, does that feel better?" He said, although knowing that he was not going to get answer. "Please Courf, feel better. Wake up?"

"He will soon, the fever does not seem as high. He is really fighting Gavroche" Combeferre said as he watched the child brush curls away from Courfeyrac's face and wipe the sweat away.

"I hope so" Gavroche replied "I miss him. Is it strange to say that because he's right here?"

"No, I understand" Combeferre replied "You can't talk to him, he can't hold you and read you your stories. I understand why you feel like you miss him"

Gavroche nodded, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he tried to cool the skin "Please Courfeyrac wake up please, I miss you"

And there you have it :D

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