A/N: Writing is one of my favorite things to do, but I'm afraid the rest of the week and this weekend updates will be slow since I'm going out of town. *Clover should own Les Mis.* Where is that disembodied voice saying I should own Les Mis? Because I agree with it, but sadly I do not Les Mis and never will. I do own Clara though, and she gets mentioned once down there somewhere.

Eponine and Enjolras escaped the crowd, and Eponine was leading Enjolras to the part of the city where she hung out when she was not at the café.

"You were wrong about something you said earlier, Eponine," Enjolras said quietly looking at his feet. Eponine stared at him curiously but urged him to go on. "You told me I was lucky for many reasons, one of them being I had loving parents; I do not. My parents disowned me after I ran away a couple years ago because of my divergent beliefs from them. I dislike the king where they worship him. I care for the poor, they couldn't care less. I started out living on my own, but I could not afford any nice flats since I had been cut off from my parent's funds. When I met Grantaire, he proposed that we share a flat together and we could split the rent, and I agreed. I regret living with him, he annoys me to the ends of this Earth, but I can't afford to leave. Well, I couldn't, not until now. Both of my parents died in a fire and left all their land and money to my sister, Clara. Clara, not wanting to see me with no money, gave up half of her money to me. It is nice to have the money, but I would rather have my parents' love more than anything. It's too late now; they died despising their only son. I suppose Grantaire has sort of become a friend of mine, and now I don't have the heart to leave him."

Eponine felt her heart go out to the poor boy, she could relate to how he felt about his parents. She didn't exactly get along with hers either. In fact, the feeling of the back of her father's hand against her cheek or the feeling of his foot connecting with her stomach were all too familiar. She shuddered as she pictured her father's crazed face as he would beat her and his shouting.

"I'm not going to say I'm sorry, Enjolras. I know you don't want to hear it, and I can imagine that Les Amis have said it to you enough times. I understand though. My parents do not agree with me either, but I can't escape them. If they were to find me again, which I'm sure they would, they would kill me. Or, at least my father would," Eponine said candidly.

Eponine couldn't help but feel a new respect for Enjolras rising in her gut. He wasn't half as bad as she had originally imagined, and she could see the two of them getting along rather well in the future. Also, she pondered her offer with him to stay for a week. She knew she wouldn't have offered it to anyone else. Nobody she knew would be willing to spend a week on the streets with Eponine of all people, not even Marius. He would miss his Cosette too much, and the terrors of the street would frighten him. Eponine felt a sudden surge of resentment for Marius.

Enjolras was thinking similar thoughts. He was confused why Eponine had offered for him to stay with her, he knew that she wanted him to get a better understanding of the poor, but he was delightedly surprised when she asked for him to stay with her. He knew though, in his heart, he wouldn't have said yes to anyone other than Eponine.

"Are we getting close to the destination?" Enjolras asked impatiently trying to avoid the stares he was receiving from the surrounding street rats. Eponine squinted her eyes.

"If you are to understand the first thing about me, then you should know that I don't really ever pay attention to the destination, but to the journey I take to reach my destination. I hardly like to say 'destination,' it sounds so permanent. I like to think of the places I stop merely as stopping points and nothing more. There's only one destination in the future, and that's heaven, Enjolras," Eponine said wisely.

Enjolras was slightly taken aback by her answer, but said nothing more as they continued walking. He honestly hadn't been paying much attention to the 'journey,' the only thing he had been watching was the back of Eponine's head for guidance. He peeled his eyes away from her and started to take in his surroundings.

The sky had started to dim, and hints of a sunset were forming on the horizon, and the moon was a phantom in the sky getting ready to trade places with the sun. The beggars and street rats all seemed to have their eyes fixed on Enjolras and his expensive clothes and pleasant features. Enjolras noticed that none of the people in the streets were particularly pretty, not like he though Eponine was at least, but they were all interesting. Each one was different, some had distinctive sores on their faces, some were missing limbs, and some had clothes that were clearly too small and not enough to protect them from the weather.

"Around here is where I normally sleep and hang around," Eponine said abruptly as the reached a cobble stone street that seemed nearly empty compared to the other overcrowded streets they had walked through. "Not many people come over here because of my father and his gang because they tend to occupy this area, but they don't scare me," she added.

Eponine might not be scared of them, but from the brief bits about Monsieur Thenardier and the gang Enjolras had hear, he was apprehensive of them. But somehow, Eponine made him feel stronger, and he loved that. I wonder if Grantaire will notice my absence, he wondered.

"Enjolras, do you have any money in your pockets?" Eponine asked him.

Enjolras was slightly taken aback; he did not think that Eponine was one to ask for money.

"Yes, I do have money, do you want-" he was cut off with a swift glare from the girl as she shook her head.

"I don't want your money; I want you to get rid of it. The money is your pocket is your safety, with it you know that you have the opportunity to buy food with it if you get too hungry or clothes with it if you get too cold. It may be warm during the day, but it definitely freezes up at night," Eponine explained.

Enjolras took the francs out of his pocket and jostled them around. "I need to get rid of it?" he asked innocently like a child. Eponine shook her sympathetically.

"If this is too hard for you, monsieur, you can go home," she said as though she were daring him to leave. To prove her wrong, Enjolras jogged to the end of the street and distributed the money equally between all the people lying around.

When he returned, he found Eponine staring at him with a look of approval. "Good. Now, nobody within several miles from this place would be able to afford as much as a button from your jacket or vest," Eponine said expectantly. Enjolras twiddled with a loose thread from his jacket.

"Must the both of them go? Can't I keep the vest?" Enjolras asked with pleading eyes. Eponine shook her head firmly.

"It's all part of the experience," she confirmed. Enjolras began to unfasten his jacket and vest, handing them to Eponine.

"You wear them to keep you warm as a sign of my gratitude for being my host," he said shivering as the cool air hit his skin. Eponine smiled happily as she slipped on the warm vest and jacket.

"I haven't owned a pair of shows in years," she added glancing at Enjolras' shoe clad feet. He knew what she was telling him and reluctantly slipped off his shoes and passed them to the girl.

"My clothes are drowning you, but I hope they keep you warm," he said sincerely as Eponine slipped on the second shoe. Indeed, the clothes were too big on her, but she didn't care in the slightest. They were warm, and Eponine was grateful for them.

"Thank you, Enjolras. I do appreciate this. You will know now just how I feel every night," she said as she gave him a once over. He was now only dressed in a white button down shirt with a black cravat and black trousers. She could see him shivering slightly and had to keep herself from smirking.

"It's no chore, Eponine. It is getting late though, and you could say that I'm tired from all our walking. Could we start to settle down for bed?" he asked hopefully. Eponine was tired herself, but that was from the lack of food in her system.

"That sounds nice, how about we stay right there in that doorway," she said as she made her way over to an abandoned café's front door. She plopped down and curled up burrowing deeply into Enjolras' jacket. She noticed the jacket smelled like him, and it soothed her.

Enjolras could feel himself smile as he walked over to the area Eponine had gone to rest, but he put about a ten foot distance between them with his sleeping spot. He couldn't remember being so uncomfortable in his life, but also, being so close to Eponine, he couldn't remember ever feeling so at home.

Eponine was feeling a little guilty for taking Enjolras' clothes and making him get rid of his money, and the qualms worsened when she glanced over her shoulder at Enjolras to see him shaking with cold. Whether he was asleep or not, Eponine couldn't tell.

Groaning, she forced herself to stand up and she laid down directly in front of Enjolras. They were so close that their bodies were touching, and Eponine wrapped her arms around him to shield him from the cold. A pair of strong arms reciprocated the action as Enjolras held on to her. Eponine looked at him to see if he was awake, but his eyes were closed. As Eponine drifted off, she vaguely remembered seeing a smile gracing his lips.

A/N: Sorry if there are any mistakes in this chapter, I didn't read over it because I wrote this in a rush. I hope you enjoyed! I really appreciate reviews, and I hopefully I will post again by Friday.