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Enjolras's POV

I knew there was a serious problem when I started to get dizzy after Eponine lifted me up, I probably have a concussion from hitting that wall. Thank God Eponine listened and ran, but now I had to deal with Thenardier. He pulled me down by my hair and punched my nose, he thought I wouldn't be much of a challenge, he was wrong. I quickly rolled over and punched him square on his already crooked nose. He was undoubtedly stronger than I was and gained the upper hand. Punches and kicks were coming from different directions and landing on their desired spots. He must have gotten out of breath because he stopped for a quick moment and I was able to stand. I delivered a punch to his flat stomach and he hunched over. I took this as my chance to escape so I started for the Cafe; he recovered quickly and grabbed the back of my jacket. I squirmed out of his grip, but then slipped, I got up as fast as I could. Then I only remember darkness surrounding me.

Eponine's POV

As soon as I reached the Cafe I ran to Combeferre, he seemed to be closest to Enjolras. "En-Enjolras needs help, some thugs attacked us. I got away because of him, he needs help," I rushed out of breath.

"Where is he?" Combeferre asked standing up, the rest of the boys followed.

"55 Rue Plummet," I answered they all went to the door, the only one who had no idea what was going on was Marius; he was writing another letter by the looks of it. I decided to let him be for now and lead the boys to Rue Plummet.

I lead them threw twisting alleys and winding streets. "'Ponine I think I found him," Gavroche pointed over to a lump of red on the side of the road. Everyone rushed over and made a circle, Combeferre and I turned him over.

"We have to get him to the Cafe." Bahorel, the tough revolutionary boy said and picked him up with ease.

"Put me down" we all heard Enjolras mumble, "'Ponine needs help, let go" he tried to move around but passed out.

We reached the Cafe soon and cleared a table so we could lay Enjolras down. Joly and Combeferre went over to him to inspect his injuries. We all left the room while they inspected him. They came out and said he had a cut on his lip, bruised ribs on both sides, sore ankle, a swollen cheek, no missing teeth (a miracle as Joly said), and a big concussion. When everyone heard the diagnosis they decided to get some rest since there was no point in staying and waiting anxiously.

"Goodnight Eponine," Combeferre said as he made his way out of the Cafe.

"Monsieur Combeferre," I called him before the door shut, "Do you mind if I ask how you and Monsieur Enjolras meet?"

"I don't mind," he said entering the Cafe again. He took the seat across from me. "Let's see we met I believe three years ago," he gave it some thought, "yes we we're sixteen. I was walking to the book store to get another book on philosophy and he bumped into me hard, I immediately apologized and he did the same but when he looked up his eye was swollen shut and his cheek was bleeding.

"He saw me staring and got all defensive and started ranting about how it was impolite to stare. Imagine my shock to see a "gamin" talk to me like that. But after that I started to follow him, that's how I learned about Courfeyrac. Everyday I would follow him and he would always have a piece of bread for Courfeyrac and a crumb for himself. After sometime I asked him if they would like to live with me and my family. I knew my dad wouldn't mind because we got our money from being merchants, but that was before I was born. At first he was going to say no but then Courf said okay and he went along with it. Since then we've been like brothers, my parents love him and Courf like their family."

"Wow, Monsieur that's amazing how your family just took them in," I said to him.

"Yes I suppose it is, goodnight Eponine," he replied, when he left I went to check on Enjolras. He looked so horrible, as they said he had a busted lip, but I noticed his skin on his cheek started turning purple. I grabbed a cloth that was soaking in a near by bowl, I put it on his lip and his swelling cheek.

"I'm so sorry 'Jolras, this is all my fault I'm so sorry," I tell him patting his face.

"Huff," I hear him breath in sharply and his eyes open to look at me quickly. He sits up. "Eponine?"

I quickly sat up straight and turned around quickly so he wouldn't see me blush at how close we were, "I am so so sorry Monsieur I was just trying to help with your injuries."

"Ugh," he groaned as he positioned himself better, "there is no need to apologize mademoiselle and I would prefer it if you call me Enjolras."

"Okay," I replied looking at him.

"Alright then, now that Marius isn't here to interrupt our conversation I will repeat my question, have we met before?" It looked as if he already knew the answer.

I decided to tell him the truth. "Yes," I said as I looked down at my knees.

"I knew it," he breathed, I felt his hand under my chin making me look up, he was smiling. Then all of a sudden he hugged me gently; I was so happy he wasn't mad and I hugged him tightly.

"Ow," I pulled back and looked at him confused.

"Ribs," he said pointing to the body part.

"I'm so sorry Enjolras," I said quickly, "Joly, the medic, right?" Enjolras confirmed with a head nod, "Joly said all you have is bruised ribs, a split lip, a concussion, a swollen cheek, and a sore ankle."

"Oh, that's all?" he joked, that was the first time I saw him smile today.

"That's the Enjy I know," I said smiling back.

"What do you mean?" he asked furrowing his blonde brows.

"Since I saw you today you haven't smiled once," I told him. The smile slipped of his face and he looked down.

"Even though I have been living with Combeferre, there hasn't been a moment when I haven't thought about you and Cosette, in fact before today I lived in fear that you and Cosette were at the docks or dead. I know I saw you, I believe, six years ago, your father said you were sold at the docks even though I saw you through a window I didn't know if he was going to carry his lie out," he explained still not making eye contact, I noticed he winced slightly.

"Enjolras you need to rest," I told him trying to change the tender subject.

"I, uh, have a room upstairs, if you can-" I knew what he was going to ask so answered quickly by helping him stand.

"Of course, I already forgot your ankle was hurt," I replied. When I found a way to hold him up without falling over, we did an awkward shuffle up the stairs into his small room above the Cafe.

I looked over to Enjolras and his brows were furrowed, "Are you alright?" I asked looking over at him while we climbed the stairs

"Yes I'm fine, I was just thinking that after six years we have to meet like this," he said gesturing to his swollen eye and split lip.

"I'm not surprised," he stared at me confused. "Well you've always been a

hero and you always sacrificed yourself for others."

"I am no hero 'Ponine, and that isn't how I want people to see me as, I want everyone to have the same rights, to be equal, and to not feel oppressed by our non-existent government," he said starting to get passionate, until he winced and clutched his side.

"Okay Enjolras, you need to rest before you hurt yourself," I told him as we reached his room. I asked him if he could stand up until I turned his sheets down, he said yes so I quickly turned them down and helped him into bed.

"Eponine, where are you staying tonight?" he asked as I went to leave.

"My parent's house," I responded quietly, he sat up rapidly clearly ignoring his pain.

"Have you forgotten what happened tonight?" he asked beginning to get excited. "You alerted someone of your father, he would have beaten you severely if I hadn't been there, not that I'm blaming you because I'm not, but I couldn't stand it if you had gotten hurt," he recapped the night, "you can't go to your house, who knows what will happen!"

"I'm not a little girl anymore Enjolras, I've been hit before," I said getting angry.

"Obviously," he answered looking at one of my bruises, "but I bet that this is the first time you ever went against your father's command, or warned anyone nearby of one of his plans." He had a point here, but I wasn't going to say anything about it.

"Look Eponine," he said gently, "I'm not going to let you get hurt, especially not when I can prevent it and I know it is my fault for all your previous beatings." so that's what this is about, I knew he was blaming himself for my lifestyle now. "I should have searched harder for you and Cosette I know it's my fault." he said just above a whisper.

"It's not your fault Enjolras you didn't know what would happen," I said softening my tone, "but you really need your rest."

"Eponine I won't get any rest if I am worrying about you," he said being stubborn.

"Fine I'll be downstairs, I promise," he looked at me skeptically, "I promise Enjolras."

"Okay goodnight Eponine," he finally said.

"Goodnight Enjolras," I said as I closed his door and headed downstairs, I had a feeling my life was going to get a lot more interesting.

Author's Note: Okay I hope you liked it, it might be a while until I do another update because I have to put school first but thank you for being supportive and REVIEW!