A/N Wow. Thank you to everyone who has Read, Reviewed, Favorited, And followed. The response already has been way more than I expected. I hope you guys like this next chapter. It's set in the amis' original time period, for LucianGirl!

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How many hours had he been sitting here? Two? Three?

How many hours had Enjolras been speaking for? One? Two?

Courfeyrac didn't know. But he did know he hadn't taken in one word of what was being said. The cafe seemed darker than usual. And the wooden chairs seemed to have a certain comfort to them he had never noticed before. It was perfect for him to finally get some sleep. But each time he tried to rest his eyes, Grantaire would happily force him to open them again.

"Can't you just leave me alone, Taire? I pay attention every meeting, and I just need to get some sleep right now."

Grantaire smirked and shook his head, his dark curls looking even wilder than usual.

"Oh, no. If I have to sit through this talk of revolution, and the promise of a brighter tomorrow, you are going to as well."

"Jerk." Courfeyrac mumbled, resting his head back against the wall.

It looked as though Grantaire was going to actually leave him alone, if only for a few minutes. When a young, happy voice, pierce Courfeyrac's ears.

"Courf!" Squealed Gavroche, "Guess what?"

Courfeyrac forced his eyes open and looked down at Gavroche, smiling half forcedly.

"What is it, Roche?"

"I got a new jacket. Found it, earlier today."

Courfeyrac smiled slightly, and lifted the boy up onto his knee. He began to pay slightly more attention, now that he had a more exciting reason for him to stay awake, which was Gavroche. The lad always seemed to make him smile.

Enjolras seemed to be wrapping up his speech, when a incredibly loud voice became known to the entire room full of students.

"Everyone put your hands on your head please, we have a right to search this room, and we will search until we find what we were looking for."

Enjolras' face turned slightly red with anger as he made his way towards the men, "I'm sorry. Gentlemen, there must be a mistake. We're the only ones who use this room. And we've done nothing wrong."

"Today." Coughed Grantaire, and he and Bahorel started laughing.

The tallest man squinted his eyes, and glared around the room. "If everyone will please make a orderly line, we can search each of you one by one, and then we'll be on our way if we don't find what we're looking for."

Almost everyone complied begrudgingly, and began to make a single file line.

Enjolras, however stood his ground and glared at the officer. "On what grounds do you have the right to accuse us of anything? I've never even seen you before."

The officer's glare became more pointed at Enjolras and he stepped towards him threateningly, "You will obey. Step down. And learn your place, school boy."

That was enough to cause Enjolras to snap. He hiked his arm back and swung at the man, but was pulled back by Combeferre before his fist could make contact with the man's face.

"Try that one more time, and we will have serious issues." Muttered the officer.

Jehan, seeing the conflict decided that possibly the rare flowers he had picked earlier that day would smooth things over, he stepped lightly towards the group of men, hardly making a noise, and smiled as he reached into his jacket pocket.

"I have something for you, perhaps you'll like this. I know I do. I love them."

"He's got a gun!" Yelled one of the officers, and just like that, chaos erupted.

Jehan looked at the officer's confusedly. Not taking his hand out of his jacket pocket.

"Jehan!" Courfeyrac yelled, suddenly very awake. "Take your hand out of your pocket! Show them you don't have a gun, buddy."

Jehan's eyes were filled with panic, as everyone began to yell in his direction at once, he didn't have time to shield himself as he was pushed to the ground by one of the officers. Only having one hand available, he tried to catch his balance, but failed. He knocked his head against one of the tables, and when he looked up, a stream of blood began to come from his nose.

At the sight of the tenderhearted poet bleeding, the rest of the Amis snapped.

There were far more of them than their were officers, so it didn't take long to have them decently roughed up and then tossed outside.

Afterwords, Jehan insisted that he was alright, and that none of them should worry. But they all did nonetheless.

"What was that even about? Who did something to make them mad?" Combeferre asked, looking around the room.

No one spoke up.

"Does anyone have any idea?"

There were whispers amongst the group, but no one seemed to know anything.

"Good grief, all this over one jacket?" Gavroche muttered, in Courfeyrac's ear.

"You stole that jacket?" Courfeyrac whispered back, quickly. And the boy nodded.

Courfeyrac rose to his feet and lifted Gavroche up, beginning to walk towards the door.

"Courf, where are you going?" Grantaire shouted, from across the room.

"Ah, we should all go home before they come back with more officers." He said, stumbling over his own words.

The rest of the group agreed, and went home without question.

None of the amis ever knew that Gavroche had stolen the jacket, and that it was the jacket that had caused the entire fight. That is, except for Courfeyrac. And Grantaire, who had overheard the entire thing, but didn't have the heart to rat the child out.

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