This weekend is my last weekend in Les Mis :( I'm going to miss it so much. Also, I got a tumblr this week, my URL is Theatrekid24601 if any of you guys would like to follow me! I have gotten a lot of good feedback from the plot twist, so thank you guys so much! I really love hearing the positive (and negative) feedback, it inspires me to be a better writer.

Disclaimer: I didn't own Les Mis then, still don't own Les Mis now.

Chapter 24

"Eponine, you're awake!" Azelma replied as soon as she heard Eponine. Gavroche had turned to listen as well.

"Azelma where am I? What happened to the barricade?" Eponine looked around puzzled. Azelma stood up. Eponine noticed she was wearing pants, made of a strange blue material.

"Ummm… What's a barricade? And why are you calling me by my full name? I know you're a little bit out of it and all, but nobody calls me Azelma anymore."

Eponine was so confused. What was going on? "What am I supposed to call you? Haven't I always called you Azelma? Okay whatever-your-name-is, where am I? I thought I died, am I in Heaven or… h-"

"No! You're in a hospital. You were hit hard, but not that hard."

"I was shot! I was shot at the barricade! And Mama had just had another baby, Isabelle. I was going back, back to Enjolras, my fiancé, when I was shot! I remember!" Eponine protested.

Azelma looked at her like she was crazy, "You weren't shot, you were hit by a car. And I don't know what this "barricade" is but you were at the protest. That your boyfriend, not fiancé, planned. I think you've been dreaming 'Ponine. I better go get the doctor. Gav, you stay here."

After Azelma walked out of the room Eponine looked at Gavroche, "You still go by Gavroche right? No weird other name for you? What does she want me to call her anyway?"

"Um, well I'd prefer just Gav," He said, "And Azelma goes by Ali. She always has,"

The doctor walked in suddenly. He had a deep voice, but he spoke kindly, "Looks like you've woken up. Miss Thenardier, you have been in a coma for three days."

"I have?"

"Yes, you took a pretty good spill from a distracted driver, but you will be okay. We've only got to run a few test to make sure your head will be okay, and once those are done, you should be out of here. A few days, a week at the most, if everything goes well," The doctor informed her. He turned to leave, leaving Eponine shocked. Azelma walked in only a few seconds later.

"I just called Gabriel. He's coming over right now to see you."

"Who?" Eponine knew she was confused, but now Azelma, or Ali or whatever, was naming off people she didn't even know.

"Gabriel Enjolras? Your boyfriend? You've been dating him for like a year, he's the richest and most popular kid in school, besides Cosette of course," Azelma clearly thought Eponine was out of her mind.

Eponine had so many questions though; none of this made any sense, "I go to school? I have never gone to school a day in my life."

"Yes you do. You're a senior, and in the top ten of your class. I'm sure this will all come back to you eventually. No more questions."

"Azelma, Gavroche, can you give me some space? I need some time to think," Eponine's two siblings mumbled something about "going to get some food" and left. Eponine sat there staring at a blank spot in the wall. Something was wrong with everything here. It only felt like seconds ago that she was dying on the barricade wrapped in the arms of her fiancé, and now she was here, in this strange, strange place. Nothing seemed right. Azelma, instead of her usual shy self, she was an attitude filled teenager who wanted to be called "Ali". And Gavroche almost seemed, quite, but still as outspoken, if that was even possible. And then there was Enjolras. He clearly still existed, but what would he be like? Popular and rich? That doesn't sound much like the Enjolras she knew. Sure, Enjolras had a silver tongue, but it never made him popular. The whole situation just didn't make sense. And school? Nobody in her family had ever been to school. And suddenly her whole family went, including her boyfriend? Not to mention that 200 years had magically passed. Where did they all go? Eponine supposed she could vaguely remember going to school and living this life, but her "dream" just seemed so vivid. She couldn't believe it had never happened. She wouldn't believe it. She had been there, she had lived with Cosette, she had planned a revolution, she had helped her mom have a baby, and she HAD got shot on the barricade. Even if Azelma, or Ali, told her different, she wouldn't listen.

Suddenly a young man shot through the door. He looked a lot like the Enjolras she knew and loved, but only in the face. He was bigger and more muscular than her Enjolras, and his hair was short, brown and straight, versus the free, curly, blonde hair she was used too. He looked less put together emotionally, fore right at that moment he looked so worried he was about reduced to tears. Though Eponine wanted to talk to him, she had had just too much. She had to get him to leave. She wanted to go back to sleep. Back to the world she knew. She met his eyes and lying through her teeth asked, "Who are you?"

"Eponine don't you remember me? Ali said you were out-of-it, but I still thought…" Enjolras came to her side.

"I'm sorry I don't remember much of anything, except Paris 1832. And I'm sure you'll just say I'm wrong again, so I don't really want to talk."

"But please you have to remember me. I'm your Enj. You refused to call me Gabriel because you thought it sounded stupid. And I'm not your boyfriend because you hate that title. But you said you loved me. C'mon remember for me Ep."

"I think I just need time, maybe I'll remember eventually. But this isn't my life. I had a whole other life and-"

Enjolras interrupted, "It was all a dream. I'll be back later. But you HAVE to get your memory back. It's all my fault. It was my protest you got hit at. If you weren't there you would know who I am. Who we are."

"I'm sure it's not all your fault," Eponine was starting to feel guilty for acting like she didn't recognize him, "It was probably my mistake too, at least I think it was… if only I could remember."

"Why don't you take a nap? I'll be back soon."

"Okay," Eponine fell asleep easily. And suddenly she was back in 1832, but not back in her body. She floated above, observing from afar. From where she was she could see Enjolras leaning over her dead body, weeping over the love he just lost.

"She's gone Marius! She's gone!" Enjolras was suddenly overcome with grief. Overcome with the realization that he had lost his love, his fiancé, everything he had.

"Enjolras, I'm so sorry," Marius said looking down in grief. He had lost a friend in that moment as well, "I don't know what to say."

"Eponine is DEAD and you don't know what to say?" Enjolras stood up. He looked more powerful than ever before, even with tears running down his face.

Marius took a step back, "We all knew the risk when we came here. We knew what could happen. Eponine was embracing death with open arms Enjolras. I know you're grieving, but we must continue to fight. You brought us here to fight and that is what we will do."

"Give me a few seconds," Enjolras said as he pushed past Marius, "I need some space, some space to breathe. Some space to figure out what we're going to do next."

Combeferre walked up to Marius but a few seconds later, "I can't believe it. Out of all the deaths to come, I never thought Eponine would be the first."

"Neither did I," Marius said shaking his head.

"My poor Azelma, I can't imagine how she will react when she finds out," Combeferre looked away from the body, suddenly unable to stand the image.

Marius turned around as well, "Hopefully it will not be nearly as bad as Enjolras. That was a side of him I never thought I would have to see."

With their backs turned, they didn't notice the young boy climbing over the barricade. Gavroche had gone as soon as he could get out, if Eponine was fighting beside the boys, so was he. He had made it to the bottom of the barricade before he noticed his sister, laying there, her eyes still open.

Eponine's eyes opened suddenly. She knew that wasn't a dream. She WAS back at the barricade. It just felt so real. Even though she was dead, she was still there watching them. But here she was still alive. What was happening?

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