No crazy long author's note today except to day that I've started a companion fic about Eponine's birthday called No Tomorrow - you can find it on my author's page. It was originally going to be a one-shot but I have no self-control whatsoever. So this one got put off a bit while I got going on that one, but hopefully you won't hate me tooooo much. Even if this is short.

Disclaimer: I wish, pet. Really.

It took a lot to scare Gavroche, but this had done it. His breath was catching in his throat, his pulse was pounding in his ears, his mouth was dry and a cool sweat was forming on his back. No. NO! I'LL NEVER GO BACK THERE! He felt his knees start to shake, but determinedly swallowed his terror and yelled 'AL NEVA GO ANYWHERE WITH YOU!'

And then he ran. He couldn't run out of the school, so he ran in. He sprinted as fast as his little legs would carry him, through the corridors, through the assembly hall, into classrooms, into bathrooms. He ran and ran, aware at all times of the lumbering charge of his father behind him, hunting him like a wolf.

Av gotta get out, Av gotta get out!

He ran into the boy's bathroom on the second floor in a panic, forgetting there was only one door.
Before he could dart out, the door was blocked by a sweaty, puce Thénardier, smirking at him horribly.

'Gotcha' was all he said before he grabbed Gavroche around the middle and carried him out, kicking and screaming.

The thing about living on the streets is that it teaches you some skills that you can't find anywhere else, such as how to move through the jostling crowds that fill the streets of Paris during the January Sales as if the road in front of you was empty. Being small, skinny, and extremely angry only makes you faster, so Éponine was at the Musain in less than 5 minutes, storming past a bemused Musichetta without a word and marching straight up the stairs.

Enjolras was sat at his usual table in the corner, newspapers from the past four weeks spread out in front of him, laptop open, furiously searching for some idea of what the hell was going on, how it was possible that he could not know about such radical laws going through parliament, how he could possibly have missed this.

Suddenly, the door burst open and in stormed Éponine, her face showing all the anger and ferocity he would usually associate with an angry bull.

'HAVE YOU HEARD ABOUT THIS?! HAVE YOU FUCKING HEARD?!'
He stood up. 'Yes. I –'
'UNDESIRABLE AREAS?! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?! TEN THOUSAND FUCKING EUROS!' She was pacing up and down feverishly, throwing her arms around in what appeared to be a desperate attempt to emphasise just how angry she was.
'HOW ARE THEY ALLOWED TO DO THIS?! HOW DID WE NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS!? WHO PASSED THIS LAW?! WHERE WAS LAMARQUE!? WHAT ARE PEOPLE GOING TO DO, JUST NOT GET AN EDUCATION!?'
Her pacing had brought her in his direction. He was close enough to see the inferno in her eyes.
'WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING. THIS IS SO FUCKING UNFAIR, I CAN'T STAND IT! YOU KNOW ON MY WAY HERE, I HEARD PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT HOW IT WAS ABOUT TIME SOMETHING LIKE THIS WAS DONE?! ACTUAL PEOPLE! ACTUALLY BELIEVING THIS BULLSHIT! CAN'T THEY SEE THE INJUSTICE?!'

And then before he knew what he was doing he was kissing her.

Well, it only took 42 chapters...

Drop me a review if you want, I love to hear from you! I have a feeling there may be some fairly entertaining ones after this one :P

There's a fair chance there'll be another one on here tonight, as, to paraphrase the Nolans: I'm in the moooooood for fanfiiiiiicccc

This sentence is here because otherwise this would've had 666 words and that scares me for completely illogical, socially constructed reasons... sorry.