A/N: Let me just get this out of my system: OH MY THE LES MIS PERFORMANCE AT THE OSCARS WAS SO AMAZING I CAN'T EVEN… AARON TVEIT AND EDDIE REDMAYNE LOOKED SO HANDSOME AND SAMANTHA BARKS WAS AMAZING AS ALWAYS!

Enjolras and Eponine hungrily wolfed down the bread and meat they had just purchased as they walked to the café.

"I have never been more grateful for food in my entire life," Enjolras said behind a full mouth and a content smile.

"It's amazing that most never realize how important something that they have taken for granted all their lives is until it's gone," Eponine said before she tore a bite out of her bread.

"Sometimes it's the opposite way around; some don't realize that they have been missing something spectacular for the duration of their lives until one day it waltzes into their lives, and they can't imagine living a day without it," Enjolras said catching Eponine off-guard.

She didn't realize that somewhere in the depths of his cold, stone heart that he was referring to her when he said this.

He didn't realize it either.

"Such as the poor don't know how luxurious most pleasantries would feel, but people of your kind cannot imagine going a day without such things, like food and bathes," Eponine said wistfully. She knew somewhere in her mind that that was not what Enjolras had been referring to; the poor.

"I suppose, but I wish wholeheartedly the world wasn't like that," Enjolras said as he finished off his food.

Eponine quickly finished her food as well when the pair neared the Café Musain.

"I wonder if anyone will still be there. I should probably stop at my flat later to see how Clara is faring there. I can only imagine her reaction to Grantaire; I suppose I should have mentioned he shares a flat with me," he said with a devilish grin.

"Oh that's right! I had forgotten about Grantaire. I hope he doesn't startle her," Eponine said sounding not very sorry for Clara at all.

Enjolras shrugged as he pushed open the door to the café, and his jaw immediately dropped to the floor in shock at what lay before him.

"Enjolras, would you so kindly collect your jaw? I don't want to step on it," Eponine teased before she entered the café. Suddenly she saw what Enjolras had seen to make him so surprised.

There, standing before them, was a clearly inebriated Clara with her arm around Grantaire as they, along with the other Les Amis, sang some drinking song.

Enjolras was standing there frozen in shock, but Eponine was slowly laughing and applauding the scene before her.

"Oh, this is good!" she exclaimed merrily clapping Enjolras on the back. The contact of Eponine's hand snapped Enjolras out of his daze and he marched straight up to his sister.

"What are you doing? This isn't like you at all!" he asked in bewilderment. Clara just giggled and stepped forward.

"Calm down, oh serious one. I am merely being acquainted with all of your friends," she said happily gesturing to Les Amis.

"You are hardly being rational. Did you find your way to the flat alright?" Enjolras asked running his hands over his hair.

"Yes I was fine. When I arrived at your flat, I met your friend Grantaire. He is quite charming. I told him who I was, and my reasons for visiting. I was apprehensive of him at first, but now we're as thick of thieves, aren't we?" Clara slurred patting Grantaire on his shoulder.

"Of course we are, Clara!" he exclaimed happily. Clara looked content and gave him a swift kiss on the cheek.

The sight made Enjolras want to retch. The idea of his sister possibly falling for Grantaire was absolutely horrifying.

Eponine found this whole encounter hilarious, and could hardly stifle the throaty laughs from escaping.

"Didn't you just meet this morning?" Eponine said breathlessly, and Enjolras gave her a brief scowl.

"Why, it would seem so! It feels like ages ago," Grantaire said throwing his arm around Clara again causing her to blush slightly.

"I have to say, it is quite a shame for her to be cooped up with your aun-" Grantaire's words abruptly died on his lips as Clara stomped on his foot.

"It was terrible being home alone with absolutely no company whatsoever," Clara said with a fierce look in her eyes that was directed at Grantaire.

"What was he about to say?" Enjolras asked tiredly. He could tell they were hiding something, and he felt obligated to know what it was.

"I can't actually remember what I was going to say," Grantaire said rubbing his chin and shrugging.

Enjolras was too exhausted to press for more information. He shifted the weight between his feet, and he wanted nothing more than to shut his eyes and sleep. He was about to turn to Eponine and suggest that they leave soon, despite just arriving at the café, but it seemed as though Clara had some questions for him.

"Where and why exactly are you staying with that girl? And why do you look so… filthy?" Clara asked looking between Eponine and Enjolras.

"It's a matter of politics, and I am sure you would not like to hear what I have to say for I am afraid you will get bored, or disagree with me, or both. I will tell you one thing: I've been staying on the streets," Enjolras said. Clara stared at him with disbelief behind her eyes.

"The streets? Like a beggar? Amongst the filth of the world?" Clara asked sobering up.

"Yes, however I prefer that you use more delicate terms in my presence, and in Eponine's," he snipped.

"It all depends on perspective, in some people's eyes; you are the filth of this world!" Eponine said angrily as she stomped her foot down harshly.

"Don't test me, girl," Clara said wearily massaging her temples in annoyance.

Enjolras did not want another fight between the two, and he thought that maybe it was a good time to pick a spot to sleep.

"I'm afraid it is time for Eponine and I to say good night. I will most likely see you tomorrow, but nothing is set in stone," Enjolras said before pulling Eponine out of the café and out into the starlit world.

"I do not like your sister very much," Eponine said hatefully as she glanced behind her at the café.

"Nor do I, but you can't choose your family," Enjolras said bitterly as he tiredly collapsed into a deserted alleyway.

"I think here is a good of place as any to spend the night," Enjolras said trying to warm himself by tucking his arms inside his shirt. The nights were always chilly, and it was difficult to achieve sleep when he was cold.

He found warmth when Eponine tucked herself beside him and tried to cover some of him with his jacket.

And together the unlikely pair slept under the stars, their worries and troubles vanishing from their minds, subconsciously finding warmth in comfort in each other's arms.

A/N: I can't stop watching the Les Mis Oscar performance, it's just so good!