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Unfortunately the content in this chapter is the same as WMAL … I hate doing it but it must be done for plot development next chapter though is feels and will be different from WMAL I swear!

Chapter 9

"Explain!" the captain ordered and the images flashed through Combeferre's mind as if he was living it again partially from what Enjolras had told him.

It was two weeks after the incident and both little boys has returned to the Café Musain. Rene, the current revolutionary leader and honourary father to the boys, was eager to see them and they caught up on all they missed. Rene ruffled the blond's hair, offering him a small smile, "So, on a more serious note, how's the head?" Enjolras nodded a little.

"Much better, thank you. 'Ferre had it worse than I did... He still has a lump!" Enjolras stated, glancing over to his best friend in concern.

"It's fine," Combeferre stated, not wanting any fuss for any of his friends. Rene shot him a worried look.

"Take it easy, yeah, Ferre? You're a much better patient than Ricard here is," he commented, sending a wink in Enjolras's direction.

"Tell me about it," Combeferre chuckled, "I had to set his arm and he would not stop wriggling!"

"It was perfectly fine. It didn't need set," Enjolras huffed, adorably.

"It was broken, Julien," Rene said dryly while holding Enjolras' shoulder.

"Of course it did!" Combeferre exclaimed.

"Well I did not wriggle!" Enjolras argued.

"Yes you did," Combeferre stated with his grin growing.

"I was there, mon ami. You wiggled," Rene chuckled kindly; he was glad both boys were back to normal after what happened.

"Told you so," Combeferre laughed, stucking his tongue out playfully. Enjolras sighed, crossing his arms.

"Fine… Maybe a little," he pouted and sat grumpily. Enjolras humphed, adorably childlike, "You all are mean!"

"Sorry mon ami," Combeferre smiled hugging Enjolras playfully.

Enjolras allowed himself a small chuckle, and he rolled his eyes, pushing Combeferre off him, "Alright, alright, it's fine," he smiled.

Combeferre's head began to pound again from the concussion as his vision blurred slightly. Rene noticed this, and gave Combeferre a small, worried look.

"Are you alright, mon ami?" he asked concerned. Combeferre nodded with a weak smile trying to blink away the multiplying black spots in his vision. "Rest, mon ami," Rene sighed and lay a flag over Combeferre as a blanket.

Combeferre nodded and closed his eyes, breathing deeply. Enjolras looked over towards his friend, worried.

"He will be fine," Grantaire murmured soothingly to the obviously worried Enjolras. Enjolras sighed a little.

"I hate my father for doing that to him..." Enjolras murmured and Grantaire nodded.

"I hear Rene gave him a screw in he'll never forget," Grantaire chuckled, trying to lighten the tense mood pressing down on them.

"That's what I heard. I haven't seen him since it happened," Enjolras chuckled a little. Combeferre, despite his best efforts to carry on, felt dizzy and his eyes lolled back in his skull cause him into flicker in and out of unconsciousness. Rene tucked the flag in around him and he drifted asleep again. Rene went over and sat by Enjolras and Grantaire in his previous chair.

"How is he?" Grantaire murmured, glancing to his sleeping friend.

"That head will take a while to heal, I'm afraid," Rene sighed and Enjolras looked nervously at his feet.

"And he is too stubborn to admit it," Grantaire added.

Combeferre stirred drowsily with his head pounding; he moaned slightly in pain. Enjolras turned at this sound. "'Ferre...?" he murmured as he went over to his friend's side.

"Urg," Combeferre moaned. "What happened? Did Grantaire hit me with a bat again?" He asked lightly feeling his head.

"No, but your head started hurting you again," Rene chuckled lightly, stepping up behind Enjolras.

"Where am I?" He asked looking around. "And who are you?" He asked glaring at Rene cautiously.

"I'm...I'm Rene. You're in the Musain. Remember?" Rene furrowed his brows slightly, panic setting into his heart. Enjolras took a step forward, worry in his eyes.

"'Ferre? It's me... Julien..." he stated, praying Combeferre remembered.

"Julien! What happened? And how did we get here?" Combeferre asked frantically moving towards Enjolras.

"We walked here from your place, remember? It was the first time I've been able to walk on my leg in weeks, and you had to help me. Remember?"Worry tugged at Enjolras's heart, he gently put a hand to Combeferre's shoulder.

"Your leg!" Combeferre exclaimed. "What happened to your leg? Tell me who did it and I'll kill them myself!" He shouted passionately. Enjolras paled, more so than he was already, if that's possible, and faced Rene with a horrified face. "Enj, what's wrong?" Combeferre asked quietly. "And who is he?" Combeferre asked slightly panicking, a shaking hand pointing to Rene.

"I need to talk to your brother," the captain nodded and stood up. Combeferre jumped up as well.

"Can I see him? I need to see him!" Combeferre insisted, he was almost pleading.

"I suppose so, wait here!" he ordered and left. The door clicked shut and Combeferre sunk back into his seat. Everything was going horribly wrong.

The door clinked open to Grantaire's cell and the same guard as before came in. Grantaire smiled up at his unexpected visitor from under his matted fringe. "The chief and a visitor want to see you. So gotta clean you up first," he commented and Grantaire nodded. The guard pulled Grantaire's fringe back to reveal a fist sized purpling black eye. "The captain hasn't been interrogating you ... What the hell happened?" He asked.
"It was Boris," he remarked with a shrug and the guard frowned.
"How do you know their names?" He asked looking confused at Grantaire.
"Well ... I may, have annoyed some guards in my time," he admitted casually.

"R,Ricard," he moaned and Grantaire winked at him. "You have a visitor today … something about a brother?" he shrugged and Grantaire smiled. So Combeferre had talked himself into a visit; excellent work Lucien. "But the captain needs to interrogate you first," he muttered and Grantaire groaned. The kind guard slowly stood up and loudly knocked on the door. Grantaire sat back casually, successfully ignoring the pain raking down his body. He had to be strong in front of Combeferre. He had to show him that he was confident; maybe lie that he had a plan to get himself out … anything to stop them trying to save him.

The captain strolled in as if he owned the place; the fact he did own the place is not relevant at all. "Your friend could not validate your story!" he shouted and Grantaire frowned. Combeferre had been there. He had been hurt; he had bumped his head. Then it clicked in Grantaire's mind. Combeferre's memory loss. He cursed out loud; he had been an idiot, in the frenzy he had completely forgotten. This could blow his plan out of the water. He had messed up; again he had failed his Apollo. He couldn't even die properly. Forgive me Apollo! He thought with a sigh.

"In the panic I spurted out the first even that came to my mind, that was the most memorable event in my childhood and naturally that flowed first," he replied while mentally praying the captain believed him and didn't have all three of them killed on the spot.

"Tell me what happened afterwards and I will confirm your statements," the man hissed and Grantaire spilled out everything he could remember.

Combeferre breathed deeply waiting outside the cell. His heart fluttered hoping that Grantaire's plans hadn't all caved in around him. Combeferre didn't like what Grantaire was doing but he seemed to have a plan in his head and for once he was inclined to trust the drunkard. It was a strange feeling to be relying on the winecask for something; let alone life and death issues but yet there was nothing else Combeferre could do but pray. The captain stormed out of the door and practically pushed Combeferre in while he was still thinking. Combeferre stumbled but stayed on his feet to the disappointment of the captain that followed him into the room and shut the door with a bang. Grantaire was sat confidently but the doctor in Combeferre could instantly tell how weak he was. "Enjolras, mon petit frère," he murmured sitting on the bed Grantaire was currently handcuffed to.

"Lucien, do not waste your telling me how stupid I was," Grantaire replied harshly and Combeferre sighed.

"This was an idiotic plan but I am pleased that you found it in your heart to save him … I just wish that that didn't mean you had to die," Combeferre admitted and despite the pretence he could tell that they were both speaking the absolute truth.

"I do not wish to die Ferre but it must be done to save an angel," he whispered and Combeferre nodded.

"Do not let them take your pride Ricard," he instructed and Grantaire nodded.

"They may take our lives … but they can never take our freedom," he exclaimed defiantly glaring at the captain. Combeferre smiled and stood up. He jokily saluted Grantaire before being pushed outside.

Enjolras and Courfeyrac were sat huddled together in Combeferre's bed. They hadn't moved since Combeferre had been escorted away and were waiting for him to come back. Neither of them expressed the opinion he might not be coming back but they both definitely thought it. Courfeyrac lightly massaged Enjolras' back to try and relieve some of the pent up tension and anger in the younger blonde. He had not stopped staring at the door since and was shaking more by the minute. As his symptoms matched up with what Combeferre warned him of; Enjolras was going into shock. Courfeyrac didn't know how to stop it or help. All he could do was be there for Enjolras and wait for Combeferre to return. A key clicked in the lock and both men's heart lightened as it opened. "Missed me?" Combeferre asked and was met by and panicked Enjolras jumping on him.

"Don't you dare do that again!" he ordered as strong as his croaky voice could manage.

"I promise mon petit frère," he smiled, "You better not have opened that bag without me."