Author's Note: I cannot say how sorry I am for not updating. My laptop took a crash and my whole story got deleted. Thank you for being patient and staying with the story this long. Happy Fourth of July!
Disclaimer: I do not own Les Miserables
"Good Morning Enjolras," Martineau greeted as he came down stairs.
"Good Morning monsieur," I nodded to him as I sat up from my rest.
"Today is the day?" he asked in a grim voice.
"Yes, I am sorry to have the barricade right here in the Musain, but…"
"I would not have it any other way," he smiled and put a hand on my shoulder.
"I have had Grantier set his flat up for you and your family," I informed the older man and his gray brows furrowed.
"What do you mean?"
"I do not plan on putting your family in harm's way because of my cause, what kind of man would I be if I endangered your lives and ruined the Musain?" I asked rhetorically while I pushed the chairs in and made my way around the café fixing the chairs.
"Thank you mon soleil," he said genuinely and shook my hand.
"Oh! Good Morning monsieur," Eponine said as she reached the bottom of the stairs. She was wearing her signature brown cap with matching trench coat and her green and brown dress.
"Good Morning Eponine," he said with a smile peeking out from under his mustache.
"When does the funeral start?" she yawned.
"The funeral starts at three, why?" I asked raising a brow.
"So I know when to be there," she replied in an obvious tone.
"You're not coming," I said frowning down at her.
"Yes, I am."
"No, you aren't."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"I don't think so," I replied crossing my arms like a child.
"I think I am," she stuck her tongue out at me.
"Not possible."
"You cannot control me Enjolras! I am not the same little girl you knew!" she exclaimed stepping up to me and looking me in the eye.
"That's obvious," I said flailing my arms.
"What is that supposed to mean?!" she exclaimed putting her hands on her hips.
"Well I figured you would be the independent type; not the type to follow a man, that doesn't love you, like a shadow," a hurt look flashed across her eyes and I knew I stepped too far. "Ep-" I tried to apologize.
"No," she put her hand up to stop me, "I understand Enjolras," she said my name as if it were poison, "I know you don't understand what it's like to feel for another person or hurt every time that person declares his love for someone else or wear a fake smile and nod every time he asks something of you."
"Eponine," I called, but she ignored me and sat at one of the tables with her back facing me. I would have continued after her but the boys started to file in and Martineau was serving the coffee and handing Grantier a bottle of red wine. I tried not to think of the event that just occurred. I looked around to do a mental attendance and was shocked to see Marius talking to Combeferre.
"You're on time?" I asked him as I approached the table. He stood abruptly.
"Enjolras!" he exclaimed.
"Yes?" I asked bewildered looking at the young man.
"I decided that I have not been doing my part in this revolution and I am here to be serious," he said sternly.
"Alright, but why the change of heart?" I asked him.
"What sort of friend will I be if I abandon my friends in their time of need, and what would I tell my grandchildren if they ask where I was during this revolution," he replied. The Amis looked at the both of us.
"Then welcome back Marius, we are glad to have you back," I patted him on the shoulder and the boys cheered in relief.
"What are you all cheering at?" I frowned at them.
"We just witnessed what broken marble looks like," Grantier laughed.
"Don't you need to work on something?" I asked glaring at him.
"Not really," he said smugly as he drank his cup of coffee.
"Enjolras?" Marius interrupted our banter.
"Yes?" I answered.
"Since I am now devoted to this revolution can I send one last letter to Cosette to tell her of my decision?" he asked looking down at his hands.
"Of course, but maybe you should go to her and explain your decision yourself," I told him, I thought my sister deserved to know in person why her love is going to the barricades.
"Thank you Enjolras, thank you," he shook my hand vigorously and his face lit up like a child on Christmas.
"You're welcome, but don't take too long," I said falling back into my marble mode. Marius nodded and ran out the door.
"What just happened?" a confused Combeferre asked behind me.
"I told Marius that he could see Cosette once more before the barricades rise," I informed him keeping a cool composure.
"Well mon ami, I believe Grantier is right, your marble is starting to crack," he chuckled.
"Don't be so sure," I said as I turned around sharply and got the boys attention.
"This is it boys, the barricades will rise today at three," I announced, "but I am not willing to lead you into the fight if you are not completely ready and doubtless."
"We're ready Enjolras," Courfeyrac exclaimed and stood, the rest of the boys threw in a few head nods and a few 'yeahs'.
"Great," I said, "is everything in position?" I asked and glanced over at Eponine, she still had her back to me.
"The medical supplies are under every table," Joly informed me.
"Along with all of the booze," Grantier threw in with a smirk.
"Which is for medical purposes," I gave him a stern look.
"Killjoy," he mumbled into the wine bottle.
"Anyway, gun powder and ammunition," I moved on.
"Muskets are lined up in three rows along with the muskets," Bahorel said proudly.
"The barrels of gun powder are stacked in the right corner of the Musain," Bossuet motioning to the barrels.
"And…" Gavroche started then looked at Courfeyrac.
"The boxes of ammunition," he whispered to the blond boy.
"The boxes of ammunition are in the left hand corner Chief," he replied looking up at me grinning.
"Great news Gav," I told the small boy. At the sound of her brothers voice Eponine turned around and I could feel her glaring at me.
"Well done everyone, I would say to enjoy yourselves, but I need everyone sober we only have four hours," I told them and they laughed as Grantier kept drinking his wine. I threw him a glare and he re-corked his wine and sat it down by his side, casting a longing look at the bottle. In another hour Marius arrived and I decided to visit Cosette to say my own goodbye.
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