Disclaimer: I don't own Les Miserables, or the Valley of Adventure. I do have a fez, though, and fezzes are cool.

Enjolras woke up even earlier than usual that morning, with stiff joints and a thumping head from sleeping on the floor. He turned over, groggily, to look over to the sofa, wondering if Éponine was awake yet, and was surprised to find it empty, with the pillow and blanket he left out for her untouched. She mustn't have come home last night. That was strange. He wondered where she'd gone, what she'd been doing. What could be so important that she'd leave Gavroche? Was she all right? Enjolras, you sound like an overprotective mother. She's tough. She'll be fine.

He walked into the kitchen for an aspirin and a cup of coffee, and then sat back on the sofa. In front of him on the table, sat the small pile of books Éponine had told him about last night. It was strange how that sort of thing kept happening; Éponine was a very private girl, particularly about her past, and yet twice now she had opened up to him about pretty personal things. As far as he was aware, only he knew about her old… career… at the inn: why would she tell him, but not Grantaire? And the books – she never gave such personal reasons for things, never talked about her emotions, past or present (except about Pontmercy, of course). It wasn't even that they were close – you could barely call them friends, most of the time. Éponine was certainly an enigma.

As he sat looking at the books sat there on the table, pondering his situation, a memory flashed across his mind.

She'd grinned at him, all sparkly eyes, rosy cheeks and dimples. 'You have to promise to read it!'
'Ok, I promise'

He picked up The Valley of Adventure and flipped to the first page. I'll just read a chapter or two. It was only about 6am, and he had promised, after all.

Unlike Enjolras, Éponine had slept deeply on a comfortable bed, so woke up later than usual, and much less stiff. Her leg was sore, after being used so much the day before, and twinged painfully as she moved it, but other than that she felt fairly bright and cheerful. This was strange, as Éponine was not usually a morning person.

She opened her eyes to find she was wrapped in unfamiliar dark grey sheets, but was otherwise completely naked. Where the hell am I?! Sitting up, she was confronted with an equally unfamiliar apartment: it was modern and tastefully furnished, but didn't look very lived in, like a hotel room. Glancing down at the bed beside her, she saw the lean form of Montparnasse sprawled out beside her, still fast asleep. Oh. THAT'S where I am. She smirked as more… specific moments from the night before crossed her mind. She reached over the side of the bed to pick her phone out of the pocket of her jeans, which lay haphazardly on the floor, along with some of the rest of her clothes. The lock screen showed the time (7:04) and two new messages, one from Musichetta and the other from Courfeyrac. She opened Musichetta's first.

Babe, can you sing at the Musain tonight? I know it's tough with Gav and stuff, but it would be a massive help if you can… love you chick. M 3

Hey Pony, can you tell Gav me, R and Joly are coming to visit this morning, with presents? We'll be over about 8… if you make me bacon and/or eggs I may have to have sex with you there and then on the kitchen table as the others watch. Just saying. Courf xxx

Shit, Gavroche. 8 am?! I need to get home. She jumped out of bed, and then walked quickly around the small apartment, picking up various items of clothing as she went: her things were strewn across the floor between the door and the bed, and were very crumpled as a result. God, I hope nobody's up when I get back. I really don't want to have to explain this. As she started to dress herself, she heard a husky mumble from behind her.
'Don't put those back on on my account'
She smirked and turned to face him as she fastened her bra. He was lounged across the bed, somehow managing to look sexy as hell seconds after waking up. 'Sorry, need to get back. Gavroche. Amis. Breakfast. Long story.'
'Amis?'
'Yeah, the guys. My friends.'
'Oh, the posh blokes.'
She shot him a glare and pulled her t-shirt on. 'Be nice.'
'I'm always nice!'
This time she didn't even need to say anything, just raised an eyebrow.
'Ok, fair enough. You off now, then?'
'Yeah, I have to get back. I wanted to talk though… this probably shouldn't have happened, you know.'
'I find the ones that shouldn't happen are usually the ones you regret NOT having. And I for one am especially glad last night DID happen, because if I had to describe it in one word, the word would be epic.'
Éponine felt herself blush. 'Ok, it was… great, but definitely a one-time thing, ok?' If she was being honest, she was already starting to feel a little disgusted with herself that it happened in the first place, and that feeling usually only grew with time.
'If you say so…'
'I do.'
'All right then. One time thing.'
'Yep.' She pulled on her jacket, ready to go. 'I'll see you, then. Thanks for… everything.'
'Wait, Éponine.' He jumped up, scrambled into some underwear and walked quickly towards her, stopping directly in front of her. 'Are you… are you ok?'
Yes and no. 'I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?'
'You have a look in your eye like you're about to run for the hills and never return.'
'No hill-based running. Promise. I do have to go, though.'
'Of course. Sorry. Just… stay in touch, ok? That sounds like a weird, clingy boyfriend thing to say, but I don't mean it that way. I just… your dad's pissed, and you living with these guys won't help. Watch yourself, Nina.'
'Please don't call me that.'
'Éponine, then.'
She sighed. 'All right, fine. Look, I'm singing at some café tonight… I don't know it that well, but apparently it's all right. Come along if you want. Meet some of the guys. If it proves to you that I am completely fine, and don't need… watching…'
'Sounds awesome. Where is it?'
'I think it's called the café Musain?'
'I'll be there. Thanks, Ni- Éponine. I'll let you go for breakfast.'
'Thanks.' She smiled, then turned on her heel and left the apartment without looking back.

He was so engrossed in the book, he didn't notice the apartment door open and close, and nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard 'Enjolras?' from behind him. Turning to look, he found himself faced with Éponine, dressed in crumpled versions of what she'd been wearing the night before, one eyebrow raised and a curious smirk on her face.
'Is that The Valley of Adventure?'
'…yes.'
'I thought you didn't read fiction?'
I don't, and I have absolutely no reason to be halfway through YOUR book at this time in the morning. 'Well, I… I promised.'
Her smile grew and she laughed a little. 'You did. It's fine you know, keep reading… I just need to get changed; Courf, R and Joly are coming for breakfast. Can you check Jacques for me? Might be an idea to wake Ferre as well.'
'Of course… are you all right?'
'Why wouldn't I be?' Because you look like you slept in a hedge.
'You look… crumpled. Did something happen last night?'
He wasn't sure what response he expected, but it wasn't a furious blush rising in her cheeks, or Éponine at a loss for words. After several garbled attempts at a sentence, she simply said 'I really don't want to explain… can we just pretend I was here all night, please?'
What the hell were you up to?! 'Yeah, of course.'
'Thanks, Enj.' She turned to open the door to her room, and then suddenly swirled around. 'SORRY! Enjolras. I know you hate nicknames' she said, apologetically.

I didn't even notice… Enj is fine, as long as nobody else calls me it, ever. But she was gone before he could reply.

Sorry, I know it's kind of short and not much happens

Better next time, hopefully

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