A/N: Who has watched Graceland? I think it is AMAZING (mostly because of Aaron Tveit). I think his character Mike Warren is a lot like Enjolras being all smart and stuff, or maybe that's just me.

Eponine felt bad for falling asleep at yet another one of Enjolras' meeting but she was exhausted. For the past week, Enjolras had consistently left at night, and it was impossible for Eponine to sleep with him gone. Nightmares would wake and startle her, and she hadn't caught a wink of sleep on her own. She felt incredibly weak admitting this to herself, and there is no way she would ever tell Enjolras what had been happening; he would treat her like she was breakable and fragile. Eponine was strong and she needed sympathy from no one. Unfortunately, she did need her sleep, and without it, she couldn't think straight.

"Today I can feel the revolution rolling closer like a storm on the horizon right before the first lightning has struck or the first thunder has clapped. It is approaching so rapidly that I can feel it brewing in the air, all we need is a sign and the opportune moment to rise up!" Enjolras preached. Wiping the sleep from her eyes, Eponine encouragingly smiled at him.

"Exciting, isn't it?" Grantaire slurred before kissing Clara. Those two had been inseparable ever since their return from Provence, and it was verging on disgusting. Nobody had seen one without the other.

"Ignore Grantaire; he is drunk," Enjolras said (as the words left his mouth Enjolras realized that he says them quite frequently) before launching into a new speech about how to strategically assemble the barricades. Eponine wanted to listen, but her body decided against her wishes and her eyelids began to droop and her posture began to sag. As her eyes closed, Eponine missed little Gavroche run enthusiastically into the café with energy oozing from every pore.

In fact, it seemed as though nobody had seen Gavroche yet. He shouted loudly to catch Les Amis' attention, but the effort was simply in vain. Frustrated, he tried again but was not heard over the dispute that had broken down.

"Grantaire, put Clara down! NO! Do not pick up that bottle! Grantaire, focus!"

"Do not tell me what I can or cannot do! I will never listen!"

"You are so-"

"Devilishly handsome?" Clara crooned adding her input.

"That was the last thing that actually came to my mind. I would've gone with an ignorant little-"

"Relax, my friend. I was only trying to show Clara how much I love her, unlike you! Where is Eponine right now? You don't have much time left, and you have not been paying attention to her! Did you even notice she's here? I would be surprised if you did! Look, she's there, asleep in the corner!"

"Do not talk to me like you even know anything about my and Eponine's love! I love her with all my heart, but I have to invest my focus on the revolution right now or we will all be dead! I have started working longer and harder to protect her!"

"We all know your first love will always be Patria."

"Eponine is my Patria, therefore your argument contradicts itself."

"Is she really your Patria? She might be the symbol for the revolution in your opinion, but the last time I checked, Eponine wasn't a country. She's not France; she's a woman."

"She represents everything I believe in, and more!"

"Well I am sure that Ep-"

"QUIET EVERYBODY!" Gavroche shouted at last after he had climbed on top of a table, quite red in the face with impatience. "I have something to tell all of you, and you better listen up." Scanning the room, his eyes landed on his sister and he stared at her hunched over form in concern. "Is Eponine dead?"

At his words, Joly was thrown into a panic. Everyone groaned as Joly began to check her pulse.

"Of course she isn't dead, your sister has been feeling a little extra tired lately. Joly, stop touching her," Enjolras commanded as he let some of his steam subside from his quarrel with Grantaire. Joly looked up and sheepishly let Eponine's arm drop to the table with a thud.

"Now that I have your attention, I want to tell you that General Lemarque is dead."

Gavroche's words started an uproar so thunderous that Eponine was jolted awake.

"This is the sign that we await! At his funeral we shall go to pay our respects. We will gather every single one of our supporters and at the tomb of Lemarque our barricades shall arise! Colin will be returning soon!" Enjolras said proudly. The horrified look on Eponine's face could not be replicated. The danger had never seemed real until now, and she couldn't handle the fact that she may only have a couple weeks left with her fiancé. She might not live to see her wedding.

"The time is hear my friends!"

Les Amis went around animatedly talking about the upcoming battle, but Eponine sunk lower into her chair. How could she be happy with her and her fiancé's death had just been confirmed? Eponine desperately hoped that Enjolras and Colin had miraculously rallied enough people to match the amount of men fighting on the enemy side. Eponine had never been religious, but now she had picked up the habit of praying every time she could manage it. Eponine wiped the tear that was threatening to fall as she watched Enjolras light up like a child on Christmas morning. Of course he looked thrilled now, but come the revolution would the smile remain? Would he be begging for death or already dead?

"Eponine, did you hear the news?" Enjolras whispered to her causing Eponine to jump a foot out of her chair.

"You startled me!" Eponine said trying to disguise her upset voice. It sounded scratchy and gravelly with sleep and tears.

"I'm sorry, mon amour," Enjolras said sliding into the seat next to her. He absentmindedly began to play with Eponine's long locks and she shivered at the motion.

"I heard the news; it was so loud in hear I would be surprised if Colin didn't hear it all the way in Provence," Eponine said allowing herself to chuckle. Enjolras shrugged with his smile never faltering.

"What is the first thing you wish to do in the new world when the fighting is over?" Enjolras questioned.

"If we even live to see the new world," Eponine grumbled.

"You cannot afford to think like that right now."

"Fine, the first thing I want to do is get married."

"I second that idea. Where shall we get married?"

Eponine thought long and hard about the answer to his question, even if Enjolras hadn't been completely serious.

"I liked the open space in Provence. We could get married in a vineyard or an open field, somewhere unconventional and outside."

"Underneath the gorgeous sunset; I quite like that idea. I always assumed I would get married in a church, but your suggestion suits you and I better than a church," Enjolras mused.

"I want to invite all of Les Amis, Charlotte, Henri, their friends, Marielle, Colin, and Colin's friends. Speaking of weddings, what has happened to the newlyweds, Cosette and Marius? Shouldn't they be back by now?" Eponine wondered.

"I am going to write Marius and tell him of the impending barricades and request his presence back here. Every man counts at this point; we need him."

"I hope for the sake of Cosette that Marius lives," Eponine muttered.

"I do as well, but if one person comes out alive it had better be you," Enjolras said firmly, gripping Eponine's little hand.

"Hand holding in public? What has happened to the marble man?" Grantaire smirked as he approached the table with his legs shaking slightly.

"He's done much worse to me in public, I'm afraid. You just weren't around to witness it," Eponine teased, but she was also serious.

"Let us not mention my moments of weakness to Grantaire of all people," Enjolras said glaring at the inebriated man. Grantaire just laughed.

"Don't worry future brother-in-law and future sister-in-law. Wait a bit, is Eponine my future sister-in-law, or am I not related to her? I'm marrying Clara and she shall be my wife, and then you will marry Eponine making her your wife, and you are Clara's brother so Eponine would be Clara's sister-in-law but would I fit in this picture?" Grantaire slurred. Enjolras groaned at his friend's disoriented state.

"Just go home, Grantaire. Figure this out when you can think straight. I am sure that Clara loves dealing with you when you get this drunk; you should try cutting back on your alcohol intake for her! When you get married, what would happen if you became a father? You would really have to stop getting drunk then!" Enjolras warned.

"I have a simple solution: I won't become a father," Grantaire said narrowing his eyes.

"Go home," Eponine said. She shot Grantaire her most ferocious death glare and that caused Grantaire to sober up enough to barge out of the café with Clara behind him.

"I think that man is terrified of you," Enjolras chuckled.

"I know."

Later that night when Enjolras and Eponine were in bed and Eponine appeared to be asleep, Enjolras slowly pulled himself out of bed so he could start writing a letter to Colin to inform him how near the revolution was. However, Eponine was wide awake this time.

"Stay," she commanded him before he snuck out. Enjolras spun around and looked softly as his fiancé.

"I have to work," he said with a yawn.

"Not tonight; tonight you are staying here with me," Eponine whimpered. She wanted to maintain her 'tough and unafraid' image, but she couldn't carry on with the lack of sleep she had been receiving. Nightmares would surely plague her mind tonight about Enjolras dying or getting wounded in the barricades, and she needed Enjolras to be with her.

"For tonight, I will. I've noticed you have been looking exhausted lately, is something wrong?" Enjolras asked as he rapidly slid back into bed.

"It's nothing," Eponine sighed as she curled into Enjolras.

"Are you having nightmares again?" Enjolras asked worriedly. To his dismay, Eponine nodded.

"It's been fine, I can deal with the nightmares," Eponine assured him.

"You don't have to be tough all the time, it's okay to let yourself get scared," Enjolras whispered soothingly. Eponine grabbed onto him tighter. She was not going to cry, she was too tough for that.

"I have a feeling that nightmares won't be visiting tonight," she yawned before falling into a peaceful sleep.

A/N: Today it was raining all day and I was stuck inside so I watched Les Mis (of course) and I spent about an hour outside singing On My Own and A Little Fall of Rain and pretending to be Eponine. Carry on!