A/N: Sorry I didn't update last week! I fractured my wrist! So yeah. I'm super excited for this chapter because you its French Revolution Time! But seriously PLEASE REVIEW! I've only gotten like 2 reviews per chapter and it makes me feel like you guys don't really care

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The sun streamed through the broken glass of Eponine's window, along with the scorching June heat. Eponine awoke lazily and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Sleep still clouded her mind, and she was unable to comprehend what had happened the night before. Her hand subconsciously went to straighten out her chemise and skirt, but when she reached down, she was wearing no such garments.

Looking down, she noticed with a start that she was wearing a baggy men's shirt, and beige, linen, men's pants. At the edge of her make-shift mattress sat a pair of boots, a dingy brown trench coat, and a dark wool cap. As Eponine put all of the pieces together, last night came flooding back to her. The revolution. Gavroche. The clothes… Marius. The revolution!

Eponine quickly threw on the coat and hat, and slipped on the boots which were slightly too big. Considering it was already sunny out, General Lamarque's funeral procession would be beginning soon, and once that began, so would the revolution. As Eponine was heading out the door, she noticed a note on the floor. It was addressed to Marius. Although Eponine knew she had somewhere to be, and the letter wasn't hers to read, she couldn't help but to unfold the paper square and read the message it contained.

June 4, 1832

My Dearest Marius,

As much as it pains me so to leave you, it seems I do not have any choice. My father tells me we must leave for England as soon as possible. Oh how my heart yearns for you. Please do not be reckless. Someday, I shall return to Paris and we will be together forever and always. Before we depart father has told me we shall be staying at Rue de L'Homme Arme Number 5. My thoughts, my words, and my heart are still only filled with you. I love you Marius Pontmercy.

With great love,

Your Cosette

Eponine gasped in surprise. How on earth had the letter fallen into her room? The only person that had been there was herself and Gavroche. This letter was written on the night when her father attempted to attacked Cosette's home. She hadn't taken the letter, but Gavroche hadn't been at Cosette's the night of June 4th… or had he? Her brother was usually known for his ability to remain unseen. The letter must have fallen out of his pocket when he left last night. Now what was she to do with it? Considering Marius never knew of its existence, would it be so wrong to keep it from him? Besides either way Cosette would be in England by the time the revolution had ended, and all of the revolutionaries would probably be dead- herself and Marius included. On the other hand, what if none of them died and Marius found out Eponine had stolen a letter addressed to him. Surely he would never speak to her again. Oh Gavroche, she thought, Why did you leave this letter to me?

Riddled with indecision, Eponine stuffed the letter into her pocket, and reluctantly set out towards the main street where the funeral procession was to take place. Once she arrived, there was already a large crowd gathered. Some were weeping into their handkerchiefs, while others glared straight ahead or at the ground. The grief and anger swirled through the masses like a thick fog, and settled within each of their souls. Eponine spotted Jean Prouvaire holding his lover in his arms as she wept into his chest. Whether she wept because she knew her love would be fighting, or because of General Lamarque's death, Eponine was unsure. Enjolras stood staring straight ahead holding a barely concealed red flag, and next to him stood Marius with the same steely determination ablaze in his eyes.

Coureyfrac and Comberferre stood side by side, eyes closed, lips moving in what looked to be a silent prayer. After muscling her way through the crowd to the front, she saw Joly and his lover Musichetta sharing a heartfelt goodbye. It was a sad sight to observe, yet Eponine couldn't tear her eyes away. She had never witnessed such devotion, such love before. Her parents even in their happiest days were never like that with each other. Even after seeing Cosette and Marius proclaim their undying affection for one another, there was something in the way Joly looked at Musichetta that was magical. The same could be said for Jehan and his love. It broke her heart to know that the two men would probably never see their true loves again.

Eponine was snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of feet marching in time with the drums. National Guard soldiers poured out round the corner onto the street. They all walked in straight rows in sync with one another. The crowd held thinly veiled contempt for the soldiers as they marched on; their faces impassive, some may even dare to say a tad haughty.

Behind the groups of soldiers came the hearse carrying General Lamarque's coffin. Just as the hearse began its descent down the main street, Eponine saw Enjolras leap into the middle of the street and climb onto the hearse. He waved his red flag wildly. Marius, Coureyfrac and Comberferre were the next to follow him. She watched as Jehan gave his love one last kiss goodbye and leapt into the street. Eponine took a step forward to follow the revolutionaries- now almost all of them had run into the street, but Joly caught her eye. Musichetta held Joly's hand as she begged him not to leave her. For a moment it seemed as if Joly would give in, but alas the time came when he embraced her and ran to the hearse. Eponine quickly followed suit. Before she knew it, almost the entire crowd walked alongside the hearse shouting words of rebellion. Suddenly around the other side of the hearse a commotion arose. Eponine couldn't see what was happening, but she heard the gun shots loud and clear. The reality of the situation set in for her in that moment. Although she had known she would die, Eponine never really thought of the pain that would accompany the death. From the scream she heard along with the gunshot, she now understood that a gun wound would be like one of her father's beatings multiplied ten times over.

"To the barricades!" Eponine heard Enjolras exclaim.

Eponine ran towards the barricade with the rest of the revolutionaries. She saw some of the crowd split off towards other streets to build their barricades, while other members of the mob stopped in their tracks and headed home. They were fine with protesting, but dying for the cause? They couldn't fathom the idea.

When Eponine arrived at the sight where the barricade was to rise, furniture fell from the sky like rain. Eponine dodged the furniture as she tried to find Marius. She was stopped by a man shoving a slightly broken chair into her arms. At first she was offended that a man would treat her in such a manner, but then she remembered that here she was not a girl, but a man.

Working like the rest of the students, Eponine added furniture to the barricade until it rose to what Enjolras declared a proper height. Students armed with weapons began to climb the barricade to wait for the National Guard, but Eponine hung back and sat down on the cobblestone ground.

Just as she sat down, Jehan came over and sat beside her.

"Why are you here Eponine?" Jehan asked with a knowing smirk.

Eponine tried to lower her voice so it would seem manlier, "You must be mistaken. My names' Francois."

Jehan couldn't help but laugh at Eponine's 'man voice', "You're not fooling me Eponine. So once again why are you here?"

"Marius. I have to protect him, or at least die with him." Eponine admitted somberly, "So I guess now would be the part where you tell the others, and I am told to leave."

"Not quite. You see I personally think that women should be able to fight just like men. I guess I'm a tad before my time. But more importantly, I know you love Marius and why would I banish someone away from the one they love?" Jehan replied quietly.

"Thank you so much Jehan. I have to say, this is the most I've heard you speak." Eponine teased.

"Knowing that you are going to die will do that to a person." He replied. There was no bitterness in his tone, just a sad resignment to his fate.

"Why are you here Jehan? I saw you moments before the revolution began. You have someone who loves you, and I could tell you loved her too." Eponine pondered.

"Her name is Emily. At around this time of day, one month ago, I bent down on one knee, gave her a ring, and asked her to marry me. She said yes. The next day she came home from her job at a dress factory in tears. Her boss… he… he… touched her." Eponine could sense Jehan's anger rising, which was very unusual for the quiet romantic. "That was also the day that Enjolras approached me with the idea of a revolution while in class. I swore I would help the revolution so that what happened to Emily would never happen to anyone else." Jehan concluded.

Eponine sat beside him in silence. It was a nice silence though. She had never been one to feel the need to fill each passing moment with conversation. She knew that in silence you found out more about a person than when they opened their mouth. By the way Jehan sat perfectly still; the only movement was the rise and fall of his chest, Eponine could tell that he was unafraid. In that moment she decided that if Jehan was unafraid, she would be as well.

At the sound of someone entering the barricade, Jehan sprung up to see what it was about. With less fervor Eponine did the same. At some point the sky had begun to darken with the arrival of night, and the students had lit candles in torches so they could see. From a distance Eponine could see a man entering the barricade. For some reason his face was vaguely familiar to her, but she couldn't place why.

"They aren't attacking tonight. They have told me they shall wait until the morning to attack. They intend to starve you out-" The man was cut off by the sound of Gavroche.

"Liar!" he exclaimed. "Students this man is Inspector Javert! Don't believe a word he says, 'cause none of its true."

Immediately the students rushed into action. Eponine looked on as Jehan, who'd just a minute ago been sitting peacefully, roughly grabbed one of Inspector Javert's arms. Comberferre took hold of the other as they awaited instructions from Enjolras.

"Tie him up. We will let the people decide his fate later." Enjolras ordered.

Jehan and Comberferre did as they were told. The rest of the students scrambled about grabbing weapons and organizing gun powder. Because their spy had proved to be faulty, they needed to be prepared for an attack at any minute.

Suddenly all movement halted as the faint sound of marching was heard approaching the barricade...

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A/N 2: Next chapter we find out if Eponine LIVES or DIES! Duh duh duh. But seriously if you want to find out, REVIEW!