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"Nous partageons le rêve de la renaissance. We must unite to make this dream a reality. It is time for Franc to be reborn!" Enjolras shouted and the crowd erupted into applause and a chorus of "Vive la France!" was chanted by the people as they threw their fists into the air.

It was a week later and Éponine had certainly come through on her promise to spread the word about the rally. There must have been hundreds of people surrounding the small impromptu stage on which Enjolras was standing. He gazed down at them proudly, feeling a renewed sense of confidence in his revolutionary efforts. It was now early March and he had began to wonder when their plans would become actions. He still awaited a sign. Certainly there must be something to spark the desire for change in the hearts of the people.

He descended from the stage and was congratulated by the amis who were waiting nearby. He smiled at them briefly, but his eyes scanned the crowd for the person he really wanted to see. "Éponine," he sighed when he caught her eye as she walked towards him, "thank you, this turn out is more than I ever could have expected."

"It was nothing, monsieur," she replied with a smile, her dimples showing. "Once you tell a few people, the information kind of spreads itself. You've got people eating out of the palm of your hand."

They turned without another word and walked back to the café Musain. They hadn't spoken much since they had awkwardly disentangled from each other's embrace the previous week. Surely it had just been a strange, one-time situation, Éponine thought, after all she was crying and he was just trying to be polite by comforting her. It couldn't possibly mean anything to him; he must have been horribly uncomfortable with the poor girl sobbing into his shirt. But he didn't seem thrown by it; at least not with the way he smiled at her now as they bantered while they walked. It felt natural to be around him and she found it easy to talk to him. He asked her opinions on all sorts of things and seemed to be genuinely interested in her responses. No one had ever taken such an interest in her thoughts and ideas before.

Truthfully, he found her fascinating. Enjolras enjoyed hearing what she had to say and she seemed willing enough to express her opinions to him. His favourite part though was watching the expressions flash across her pretty face. She was very expressive, sometimes the faces she made had him choking back laughter, and other times they made him wonder what was going on in her mind at that moment. She was witty and thoughtful and he already knew how observant she could be. Somehow, he felt relieved speaking with her again. He had been unable to get that night out of his head. After Éponine had left the café he sat there alone for several hours more, but he was unable to get any further work done. The feeling of her head resting against his chest as he encircled her with his strong arms wouldn't leave his mind. He knew it meant nothing to her though, she was simply feeling vulnerable and alone; she'd been hurt a lot in her life, it made sense for her to break down, he was just the only one around. She seemed very embarrassed afterwards and had rushed out quickly. She probably feared that she'd given him the wrong idea. Enjolras shook his head to dispel the thought as he held open the door of the café to allow Éponine to enter. They reached the top of the stairs at the same time, both smiling and laughing about their conversation.

"What's this?" Grantaire gaped over exaggeratedly, his eyes wide as he took in the pair of them, "our fearless leader jokes? And with… with a woman no less?" Unsurprisingly, he had a liquor bottle in his hand and took a swig of it.

Enjolras and Éponine both flushed slightly and stepped away from each other. A few of the men laughed at Grantaire's joking and everyone continued to poke fun at Enjolras for a while longer. Éponine drifted over to where Marius was seated and planted herself down in the empty chair next to him.

"When did you and Enjolras become so close?" he questioned her.

"Why? Are you jealous?" she responded rolling her eyes at him playful.

"No," he retorted nippily, his freckled face appeared to be pouting. "You just seem particularly chummy."

"I'm helping him get people aware and involved in this revolution you're planning Marius. No need to get nippy because you're jealous over losing my attention." Her tone was still teasing, but part of her wondered how much truth there was to what she was saying. It angered her a little that he didn't seem to be arguing her point. He didn't want to be with her, he had no right to demand her constant attention and affection. She haughtily shoved her chair back, feeling disrespected.

After striding quickly away from him, she stopped dead in her tracks and leaned her back against the wall. She couldn't believe she had reacted that way, that she'd actually gotten angry and Marius for acting selfish and treating her poorly. She had let him get away with similar actions in the past without so much as a word against him. She should be used to being treated badly, and she was, but for some reason when Marius acted that way she had felt a surge of dignity and an inkling of that she deserved to be treated better. She looked up and saw Enjolras eyeing her with concern from across the room.

It was because of him, she realized suddenly. It was Enjolras. He gave her back her dignity by treating her so respectfully and telling her how much better she deserved. He was fighting for the rebirth of France, but had helped Éponine, herself, be reborn. She felt happy tears prick her eyes, but she wouldn't let them fall. Instead she smiled reassuringly back the beautiful, golden haired Apollo.

A/N: Yay another chapter done! By the way, "nous partageons le rêve de la renaissance" means "we share the dream of rebirth". Please review!