E.G: Okay-doodle, the next installment of 'What's in a Name?' enjoy.

Disclaimer: Hugo, A.K.A the-greatest-French-author-whoever-graced-the-planet, is not Enjy-Glomper, A.K.A the-not-so-great-not-so-French-Fanfic-author-kid-who-thinks-this-disclaimer-is-her-worst-yet . . . Sorry bout that.

And just for clarity's sake, let's say this takes place around mid-night to 2am Then the next morning.

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Courfeyrac dragged himself through the apartment building's door several hours after Enjolras and Combeferre dumped a certain lawyer, disappointed that he had lost sight of Marius and that he hadn't gotten any closer to receiving so much as a syllable of her name.

"Hello, Ma'am," He said tiredly as he passed the landlady's chair.

"M. De Courfeyrac, what in the world happened to M. Marius?" She asked, looking up from her knitting.

"I wouldn't know," Courfeyrac replied colorlessly as he started climbing the steps.

"Well, he's upstairs, two young men brought him here;didn't look too good."

Courfeyrac's eyes widened, "Who are you talking about?" He cried, flying back down the stairs.

"What do you mean?" The old woman said, returning to her knitting.

"Can you tell me what they looked like? Did either of them smell of alcohol? Did they tell you their names?"

"No, neither of them were drunk, one called the other fella 'Angelo' or 'Angela' or whatever, they said M. Marius got a mite tipsy, which was true, he was babbling when they got here, "

"Oh no!" Courfeyrac raced up the stairs two at a time as the lady shook her head, "And Marius always seemed like such a good boy,"

Courfeyrac threw the apartment door open and ran to the form curled up on the couch, "For the love of God, Marius! Wake up!" He then, viciously shook him by the shoulders,

"Hey!" Poor Marius cried, startled at what had woken him, "Let go-a me!" he ordered feebly, squeezing his eyes shut and weakly trying to push Courfeyrac away.

Courfeyrac lifted Marius into a sitting position, knowing there was only one person who could be responsible for this, "What happened! Did you give her name away to Grantaire? "

Marius opened eyes and narrowed his eyes against the light of a lantern outside the door, "I did what?"

"Focus Marius! I can't loose women for six months! I just can't! Now tell me what happened!"

"What in the hell are you talkin' about?" Marius muttered, it was unlike him to swear; but we shall give him the benefit of a doubt, he was under some stress.

"You're drunk! You had to be carried home! You can't seem to focus on one thing! Need I go on?"

Marius returned to his curled up position, ignoring him.

"Oh forget it!" Courfeyrac cried, agitated that Marius was even more of a half-wit when intoxicated.

Marius mumbled something in vague agreement before falling back asleep.

Courfeyrac sighed and turned to close the door but the small scrape of paper pinned to Marius' jacket caught his eye, "Hel-lo what's this?" he stooped down, pulled the note free of the pin and, after lighting a candle, scanned the message.

I think this belongs to you,

E.

"E? But she said 'Angelo'," Poor Courfeyrac was losing hope fast; he then slunk off to bed, dreading what was to come.

THE NEXT MORNING

"Ohh . . .My head—" Marius groaned as he rolled himself off the couch and onto the floor with a resounding thud.

"Marius!" Courfeyrac cried, practically flying from his room.

Marius put a hand on his forehead, "Do you really have to yell?"

"Yes! I really do!" Courfeyrac crouched on the ground next to him, "Do you know what happened last night? Ah! There is only one person in the world who would do this!"

"Uh-uh," He acknowledged wearily, massaging his temples, "Ugh, I feel sick—"

"It's called a hang over, Dear Marius, one of life's miracles," Courfeyrac informed him.

"Lovely."
Courfeyrac scowled and gripped his shoulders, "Marius, I need you to think."

"About what?"

"Last night's festivities, dear boy. Do you know what happened?"

Marius shook his poor pounding head.

"You got drunk,"

"Then I don't wanna know," Marius covered his ears childishly.

"Yes you do!" Courfeyrac sat him up again and yanked his hands away from his ears, " not only do you want to know; you need to know! Someone knows about what's-her-face!"

Marius' bloodshot eyes widened, "What!? Why!? How!?" He pulled free of Courfeyrac, "Who told you!"

"Uh, I don't know the name, um, someone else does—"

"Who! Who!" Marius yelled, now possessed by a strength that allowed him to ignore his throbbing head for a moment.

"I-I—" Courfeyrac grabbed his watch from his pocket and looked at it, "Oh no! I'm late! I'm meeting Lynnette in ten minutes" he lied as he stood quickly and ran to the door, without looking over his shoulder at Marius; who was in the process of dragging himself back onto the couch.

A FEW MINUTES LATER

"Grantaire!" Courfeyrac roared as he stormed into the back room, "You cheater!"

Grantaire, who had been sound asleep at the same table, awoke with a start, "Huh—"

He stormed up to the drunkard and shook him smartly by the collar, "He had to willingly tell us, you cheater!"

"Who?"

"Marius!"

"What about him?"

Courfeyrac stopped suddenly, "You-you don't remember either," he said calmly, "You just as clueless as Marius . . ."

"Remember what?" Grantaire asked, for he had more than three sheets into the breeze long before he even saw Marius the previous night.

"You don't remember either! Oh joy of joys!" Courfeyrac let him go and began to do a solo waltz, "Miracle of miracles! I still have a chance!"

Courfeyrac spun around the room merrily as Grantaire slammed his head repeatedly against the table.

At that moment, Enjolras nudged the door open, struggling with an assortment of books and maps.

"Enjolras! Good morning, my dear friend!" Courfeyrac exclaimed, continuing his waltz undisturbed.

Enjolras stared at him for a moment before his gaze shifted to Grantaire, who was sulking at his table, opened his mouth as if to say something then closed it as he piled his books on a near-by table and began sorting through them.

Courfeyrac finished his waltz with a swish, before turning towards him, "Well- hey, what happened to your face? Lose a fight with a horse?"

Enjolras looked at him blankly before he remembered his encounter with a landlady and a certain cane and quickly lowered and hid his red swelled face, "I'm not sure, must've bumped into something" he looked up, "Why are you here so early?"

"No reason," Courfeyrac shrugged "Just had to see a man about a wager, but I'll go home just the same," He said merrily as he started for the door.

"Is it about Pontmercy?"

The young womanizer stopped dead in his tracks, "M-Marius?"

Enjolras nodded.

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Abrupt stop, oui. I'm not happy with the rest and I'll post it when I am happy.

But I'm really, really really, sincerely sorry for the lack of new chapters! I finished this one about a week after I posted chapter four but wasn't happy with it, so I've been tweaking it for almost a year now. (I can't believe it's been almost a year, I always wondered what took my favorite authors so long to update and now I know. Time flies!)

God on high, I'm so sorry, A.M!!!