Disclaimer: I do not own Les Miserables.
"Enjolras?" I blinked my eyes open to see Eponine standing above me. I turned my head to see my surroundings and saw my table and a bottle of empty wine, when I sat up a blanket slid off me.
"Eponine?" I squinted at her through a slight fog from the sleep.
"Did you sleep down here?" she seemed worried. I nodded and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. "Why?!" her sudden out burst made me jump, hit my knee and wince in pain.
"Well let's see," I said sarcastically rubbing my now sore knee, "you were in my bed, I came home late, you were injured, and I couldn't very well kick you out, could I?" I was in a sour mood and it was only seven thirty.
"You could've, I wouldn't have minded," she told me crossing her arms.
"Ugh," my head started to pound, "my conscience would have minded."
"Gabriel! Your up," Monsieur Martinaeu exclaimed trotting down the stairs. "Did you sleep down here?"
I opened my mouth but my voice came out very feminine.
"Yes he did," Eponine interrupted giving my a pointed glare, "hello monsieur, I'm Eponine," she politely said shaking his hand.
"The Eponine?" he asked incredibly. I was now wide awake and shaking my head furiously trying to motion for him to stop.
"What do you mean the Eponine?" she raised an eye brow, then turned to me; I quickly stopped my gestures and tried to keep calm.
As Martineau went to comment I quickly intervened. "He means the Eponine because he had asked me who was staying in my room and I had explained to him. Monsieur Martineau is the owner of the Musain. As you may have noticed the other doors, his family also stay here above the Cafe." I rushed keeping my composer.
"Good Morning Monsieur!" Jehan exclaimed as he entered the bell chime above him. He entered with Feuilly and Courfeyrac in tow. "Enjolras!" they greeted cheerfully.
"Yes I slept here in the chair!" I snapped before they asked. The three of them glanced at Eponine then to Martineau.
"Don't pay him any mind boys," Martineau gestured with his hand to brush it off.
"He's never been a morning person," Eponine added snickering.
"Tell me about it," Courfeyrac grumbled.
The bell chimed again and the rest of the Amis showed. Including Marius.
"One round of Coffee is on the house boys we don't open until nine anyway," Martineau made his way to the kitchen. I stood from the blasted chair that left me with a stiff neck and back. I made my way to the stairs.
"Oh Great Apollo where fore art thou go?" Grantier slurred slightly causing the boys and Eponine to look at me.
"If you must know every detail of my life, I am going to my room to change out of these dirt cloaked cloths, bathe, and change," I was fuming for no reason.
Eponine's POV
It was only eight o'clock and I had met Monsieur Martineau who seemed to be a father figure for the boys. I felt horrible for Enjolras having to sleep in a chair while I slept in his bed.
"Eponine," Marius called for me and I went over to him, "Eponine I am writing a letter it isn't done now, but when it is can you deliver it?"
"Yes I can," I sighed, "to whom is it for?" I already knew the answer.
"Cosette of course," he said obviously.
"Here he comes boys," Grantier announced. Enjolras came down in a pair of light khaki slacks, boots that came up to his knee, and a reddish coat with a brown stripped vest. His hair was combed back but it was drying ever so slightly and the curls were coming through, when it dries he'll have his signature curls.
"Thank you Grantier for the announcement," the blond said coming to the table. "Has there been any updates on Lamarque? And has there been any updates on our status?" his business face was on.
"General Lamarque's condition has worsened," Combeferre replied over his glasses.
"We now have fifty eight guns-," Bahorel started and Bossuet finished him.
"And twenty barrels of gun powder," Enjolras cracked a small smile of approval.
"That's good, but I believe we will need more," he replied as his brows furrowed. "During the rally today Courfeyrac, Combeferre, Jehan, and Feuilly will be there with me, Bahorel and Grantier you will need to check on the other groups, Marius, Joly and Bossuet will gather more gun powder, ammunition, and guns." Enjolras ordered addressing each boy.
"Enjolras I wish to be at the rally," Marius announced from his seat in the corner.
"Absolutely not," replied the great Apollo with fire in his eyes.
"I could hand out the cockades," he tried to reason with the marble man.
Enjolras thought hard about it then glanced at Gavroche. "Fine Gavroche can you replace Marius in his previous duties?" he asked the young boy.
"Yes sir, you can count on me big man," Gavroche shouted with delight and saluted Enjolras.
"The rally will be at four, don't be late," he pointed the last part at Marius. "Everyone can enjoy themselves but I need everyone to be sober," he looked at Grantier, who already had a bottle in his hand.
Enjolras made his way through the boys and to the entrance of the Musain.
"Where you going?" I called after him.
He shrugged and left.
Enjolras's POV
I walked out of the Cafe knowing my destination. It's been nine years down to the day since it happened and it was time I visited. I knew Courfeyrac knew where I was headed and he would visit today too. We never visited at the same time; it mad us, or me, feel weak to visit her in front of Courfeyrac. I walked for what seemed like hours, but in reality it was only thirty minutes at my fast pase.
It was a small field of grass that no one really noticed. It was littered with wild flowers and a single rock in the middle of it all. I was glad I had found this place since my drunken father wasn't going to do anything for her. I kneeled at the rock; I let a small smile show on my face at what was carved messily in the rock by an old pocket knife I still have with me.
FANTINE ENJOLRAS
1773-1823
LOVING MOTHER
Author's Note: Thank you for all your amazing reviews. I smile every time I read them. :)