A/N: Well hi there! So this is an early update and I'm not sure if I'll update tomorrow as well. That's up to how many REVIEWS I get Oh and the stuff in italics is Eponine's imagination!

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Just as Eponine began to walk back to her home, it started to pour. It soaked through her thin chemise and raggedy skirt. What had once been a trickle had become a full on downpour. At that moment Eponine couldn't hold it in any longer. She did what she swore years ago she would never do. She cried. Sobbed is a more accurate word actually. She closed her eyes to try and blink the tears away, but they still managed to escape. In her mind she could see Marius walking with her, and soon she was lost in her mind.

The rain glistened off the pavement and fell from the sky in soft rivulet. Eponine's rags had been replaced by a beautiful gown of golden silk. Her rat's nest of hair had been pulled back into a loose bun. Her usual tan skin was a milky pale, and her bare feet had dainty slippers on them. Even her slightly scratchy voice had been replaced with a sound so beautiful it could only be described as the sound of tinkling bells. Marius held Eponine's hand in his as they ran giddily through the streets of Paris trying half- heartedly to escape the rain.

Suddenly Marius stopped running and wrapped his arms around Eponine's tiny waist. Their foreheads were touching, and they both wore smiles that were oblivious to the rain around them.

"I've never seen someone look as beautiful as you do right now Eponine," Marius whispered softly.

"You know Monsieur lying is a sin." Eponine whispered back teasingly.

"Who said I was lying?" Marius replied as he leaned his head to the right and captured Eponine's lips in a kiss.

Eponine responded as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His lips were gentle but firm against hers. He pulled her in closer, and Eponine had never felt so secure. She ran a hand through his hair, causing a slight moan to escape Marius' throat. Eponine broke away to giggle.

"You don't understand what you do to me Eponine." Marius said tenderly with a smirk.

Eponine placed her hand gently on Marius's chest so she could feel his heartbeat. It was racing almost as much as hers was.

"Eponine, I love you… No I don't just love you. I believe that I'm in love with you." Marius stammered nervously.

"You don't understand how long I've waited to hear you say that. Marius, I'm hopelessly, irrevocably, unfathomably in love with you." Eponine replied.

"Well when you put it like that," Marius teased as he pulled Eponine in for another kiss.

The rain continued to fall around them, but neither of them noticed or cared. In fact cannons could be shot at them at that moment and they would've been oblivious. The stars in the black, stormy sky reflected off of the puddles on the pavement giving an ethereal glow around them.

Eponine's hand remained on Marius' chest as they kissed. She liked to feel his heartbeat. It helped her to know that he was real.

All too soon, the image began to slip through Eponine's fingers. Like chalk during a storm, the images began to slide out of her mind. The starry sky became cloudy and grey. The pavement was dull. Her dress had returned to its tattered, ragged state. The most prominent change though was that Marius was gone.

The harsh slap of reality gave Eponine something she hadn't had in a while. Clarity. For weeks her mind had been clouded with Marius, and her father, and Montparnasse that she had failed to think of much else. There was going to be a revolution tomorrow. She knew it. Enjolras would think General Lamarque's funeral procession would be the perfect time to begin. They would build their silly, diminutive barricade, and then they would die. The whole lot of them. Marius, Joly, Comberferre, Jean, Grantaire. All of them would be gone. If they all were condemned to death, Eponine decide that she must be as well. She had gone to most of their meetings. She practically knew their plans better than they did.

She needed to join the revolution. Dying and fighting for a cause that she believed in was much better than living in a world she hated. Maybe that is what the other revolutionaries though as well. Eponine finally understood why they were so hell- bent on revolting. There was only one problem- she was a girl. They would never let her fight at the barricades knowing it was her. They would surely recognize her from the many times she had come to their meetings with Marius. Marius would definitely recognize her, but maybe he'd be too absorbed in his thoughts of Cosette to notice.

Eponine's sharp mind weeded through ideas in her head as she walked into the Gorbeau House. She didn't bother being quiet when she entered her family's room. She knew her father and his and his gang would be deep inside the sewers by now, waiting until the police got tired of looking for them.

When she entered her room, she could sense she wasn't alone. Immediately she put up her guard and scanned the room.

"'Ponine?" she heard a familiar voice whisper through the darkness.

"Gavroche? Where are you? And what on earth are you doing here?" Eponine hissed.

"I'm on your bed. Just keep walking forward. And I'm here because I have something for you." Gavroche replied.

Eponine walked forward blindly until she felt her foot hit the side of her makeshift bed. Cautiously she sat down. The crescent- shaped moon shown through the window, providing just enough light to make out her brother's face.

"Look 'Ponine. I know you know about the revolution and all that. I'm gonna be in it."Gavroche said plainly.

"You can't! You're just a child! Why throw your life away!" Eponine exclaimed. She knew she was being hypocritical, but she honestly didn't care at all.

"Come on 'Ponine.I stopped being a 'child' the minute started living on the streets. Besides, I'm almost thirteen anyway. And I know you're gonna fight as well." Gavroche replied.

"What about the Petits Amis? You can't just leave them."

"I already told 'em. That tiny girl Nicolette and her older brother are in charge should anything 'appen to me." Gavroche said before adding, "And I got ya' something."

From behind his back, Gavroche took what looked like a pile of men's clothes. He held them out towards Eponine. "I figured they wouldn't let 'ya fight since you're a girl. They may not fit too well, but it was the best I could do on short notice."

"You're okay with me fighting at the barricade?" Eponine asked incredulously.

"Are you kidding?! Of course I 'aint. But you're as stubborn as me, and so I knew I couldn't be able to change your mind." Gavroche said.

Eponine ruffled his hair and gave him a hug. She knew this would probably be the last time she would ever be able to hug her brother. Tomorrow she would be a boy. Tomorrow she'd be a stranger. Tomorrow she'd be a revolutionary, and male, unknown revolutionaries, didn't hug their brothers.

"You be careful 'Roche you hear me? You're the only thing I have left, and I don't want to hear anything about you taking stupid chances. Got it?" Eponine said sternly.

Gavroche nodded his head in understanding. "I got it 'Ponine. I love you."

"I love you too. Now go have your last night with your little friends." Eponine gave him one last hug and sent him on his way.

The gravity of her words to him sunk in right then. It would probably be her last night alive. Her brother would die at the barricades. What a world she lived in.

Eponine tore a strip of fabric from the bottom of her skirt. She then proceeded to remove her chemise and wrap the fabric around her chest. Once that was done, she finished dressing in her male clothing. She tried to fall asleep but couldn't. Whether it was nerves, or sadness, or anger that kept her awake, her body refused to slumber. She thought of her brother. She thought of her sister, the revolutionaries, the Petits Amis. Most of all though she thought of Marius.

What she didn't know, was that on that night, right next door, Marius was laying awake thinking of Eponine as well.