Corrine Enjolras's faint smile widened at Christophe's voice. "Hello, sweetie."

The captain blinked, standing from his chair. "What are you doing in deep space?"

"I'm here to warn you," his mother said, her smile completely dissipating. "It's about your... father. Your legal father."

Christophe cringed. His birth father was a man named Edmund Turpin, who aside from being a prat, was a good man that cared about him. Joe Enjolras, on the other hand, was a bastard who only cared about himself and abused his mother. "What about him?"

"I've been taken prisoner on his ship. This ship." As if on cue, Corrine looked off to the side out of fright. "I don't have much time. He's after the Enterprise, Christophe. He's going to destroy your ship."

"You said I could- what are you doing?" Christophe flinched. It was Joe's voice. "Christophe? Corrine, what are you doing?"

Corrine looked to him fearfully. The screen spit static, and his mother's face was gone.

For a moment Christophe didn't react. He stared at the now empty screen blankly, then let his gaze drift to the Beta shift flight commander. "Set a course for their signal. We've got to get him before he gets us."

"Aye, sir."

"Put our shields up, and load our weapons. This is war."

At that time Charlee trucked it onto the bridge, sneaking behind Christophe and whispering in his ear, "Don't trust her."

Christophe turned to look at her, frowning. "My mother is in danger, Charlee."

"She's lying," she insisted. "Joe wouldn't do that."

"Since when do you know my father so well?" His frown turned into a pained grimace.

"He was there when I woke up. He's a superhuman, we went out to lunch, he's a good, happy guy! Happy people don't go around and destroy people's starships."

He shook his head, turning back to the front of the bridge. "I think I know about my family more than you do."

Charlee frowned, punching his shoulder purposefully. "Don't trust her... for me?"

"She's my mother."

Finally she gave up, running the other direction off the bridge and straight into a grinning Courfeyrac. "We're going to warrrr, against evil peopleeeee~"

"Charlophe is a lie," she deadpanned, storming past him. "He doesn't care! He won't listen to me!"

Courfeyrac stared back at her, taken aback. "But... you're my OTP!"

"Shut up, Courfeyrac!"

Christophe paced around his quarters angrily. How dare she think she knew his fake father better than he did? Joe was manipulative and cruel. He knew this for a fact. His own mother was stuck on this ship with him and risked her life to warn him, and Charlee was suggesting that he just abandon her? It was ridiculous.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Christophe opened it, and Jehan slipped inside sheepishly. "Courfeyrac sent me here to bother you."

Christophe rolled his eyes, sitting on the edge of his bed. "Naturally. It's about Charlee, isn't it?"

"Well, he's pretty set on... Charlophing through life, I believe is how he put it. In song, of course."

"This is getting ridiculous," he groaned, rubbing his hands over his face. "My personal life has nothing to do with him."

Jehan offered him a little smile and plopped down next to him. "Want to talk to mama Jehan about it?"

He shrugged. "I guess I've never really talked about personal stuff with anyone but Combeferre, but.."

Jehan grinned, then put on his best serious face and cupped his hands over his eyes like glasses. "Pretend I'm Combeferre. What would you talk to him about?"

This earned a laugh from Christophe. "I'm in love with her. I really am." His gaze averted to the floor, suddenly serious. "But family is family. I won't just leave my mother behind because Charlee has the slightest notion that she's evil or something. Which just isn't true."

"How well do you know your mother?" mama Jehan inquired.

Christophe paused. "I thought she was dead for... most of my life. But then she came back, and found me and my birth father... and Joe." He flinched. "She said she'd been in the hospital ever since she gave birth to me, she had so many health problems."

Jehan nodded along with the story. "So not well. Charlee might have a point, and your mom might be lying."

"But why?" he asked, shaking his head. "Why joke about something like that?"

To this Jehan had no answer.

A/N: Keep those reviews coming! Live long and Charlophe, my friends.

And for the curious- on the personality quiz, both of us ended up as Courfeyrac. I guess it kind of figures.

-Paitlyn