Hey guys!

I'm not going to lie, I'm kind of obsessed with this fandom.

When I was watching the movie I noticed how great Eponine and Enjolras would be; they are so much alike! I couldn't resist writing this.

Of course I don't own these characters, I wish I did.

I hope you guys enjoy my story: Imperceptible

Chapter One: Invisible

It was just shy of Christmas when snow fell from the sky, and the air had a small bite to it that made one's cheeks sting. The cobblestone streets were damp, and covered in mud, making the neighborhood looking all the more distasteful.

While the men were inside and cozy in the Les Amis de l'ABC, Eponine remained out in the cool air. She owned no jacket at this point, nor could she afford one now that she no longer allowed herself to be a thief after she noticed Marius's disgust to criminals. She quit for him. If Marius ever found out she once stole, he'd never look at her again.

Inside she heard loud talking, though the only voice that mattered to her was Marius's.

The boys in there praised for revolution, and strived for equality, when in reality, she knew that all that would come of this Revolution would be a lot of casualties on their part.

In her hand 'Ponine held a letter that had written in scripted font the name of Marius. It was from Cosette, the mademoiselle of Marius's dreams. Of course Eponine read it, not being able to resist, and every word was a stab to her heart. All Cosette's confessions of love, unlike hers, would not go unnoticed, they would not be worthless. Marius embraced Cosette's words of love, but Eponine, she was just a friend to him, just a street rat he became aquatinted with somewhere along in his life.

She wiped some dirt that had found its way onto her dimpled cheeks off with her chilled, dirt covered fingers. She leaned against the wall for slight support, her feet aching from a combination of the coldness, the cuts all over the balls of her feet, and all the running they had done today.

Eponine stared at the light creeping in from below the wooden door or the ABC. She would go into the café, but she didn't think she could possibly go up to Marius right now and listen to him gush about his love for another woman. She was in a very sensitive state right now, and she probably wouldn't be able to bottle up all her emotions if he spoke of Cosette to all his friends, with Eponine just watching. She had a heart that was broken; broken beyond repair, and each time she played messenger it felt like it was being crumpled into smaller and smaller pieces.

She breathed in, and out slowly, her exhale causing a large puff of fog to escape her lips. She rubbed her arms fiercely, but didn't get any warmer.

"What are you doin' out 'ere 'Ponine? Go inside. It's freezing!" she heard a voice behind her say. She didn't even have to turn to know who it was.

"I'm very happy out here Gavroche," she mumbled, not in the mood to deal with him.

Gavroche skipped into her vision and grinned cheekily. "What's in your hand?"

"A letter for Monsieur Marius," she replied briskly.

"You know the door's not locked..." he pointed out.

Eponine clenched the letter to let out her vexation; so hard it began to crumple. "Gavroche I know the doors unlocked. Why aren't you in there?" Her voice shouldn't have come off so harsh to her little brother, but she couldn't help it.

He raised his eyebrows mysteriously, and smiled. "I've been doin' some business, I have. Enjolras has been sendin' me round and 'bout to find new recruits." He crossed his arms and swayed on his toes proudly. He was one to brag, Gavroche was. For a boy who grew up with nothing having something meant everything to him.

Eponine scowled at this. She didn't like the idea of her younger brother, a boy of only ten, running about the streets. She knew who Enjolras was, she had seen him before. She never had officially met him, but she'd seen him from afar. "Enjolras?" she enjoined him.

"Oh, everyone knows who he is! Do ya' live under a rock? He's only the leader of the revolution. But I guess you wouldn' know that 'cause you're only staring at Pontmercy," the blue-eyed boy bantered his older sister.

"Hush!" Eponine shushed him exasperated. She felt her heart beat ten times faster and her face flush as her eyes darted around looking for Marius, but he was nowhere to be found. She let out a sigh of relief, then turned to her little brother. His blonde hair was covered in dirt and was a tangled mess. The child was thin, tiny, and probably didn't have a cent to his name, but he wore nicer clothes than Eponine did. She often feared for her brother, he was so young, but deep down she knew he would do great things she couldn't even dream of doing. Her jaw tightened as she stared at the urchin's puerile face with a gaze that held pity yet firmness, if there was such a combination of the two. "I know who Enjolras is! Tell Enjolras I don't appreciate him sending you out on the streets at night."

Gavroche scowls. "We little people can do stuff too!" His eyebrows scrunch in a way that Eponine could only grin to. "Besides, you have no authority over him!"

It amused her that her younger brother could toss around words like "authority" when she didn't know what that meant until last year when Marius explained it to her. She walked over to him and tousled his hair. "We can all do things, doesn't mean it's safe. You're my little brother, and I don't want you to get hurt."

"You wouldn' understand the revolution, all the king has done has let you rot to a crisp! I'm helping, I don't care if I get hurt," his tiny voice claimed. He was so adorable, the way he attempted to talk as an adult, Eponine thought to herself.

Eponine's smile widened against her will. "Please, just don't go out anymore," she said, a staunch edge to her voice.

"You ain't my mum!" he defends himself. "And you're one to talk 'Ponine, you are just a girl walkin" around all the time. You don't have the proper shoes or jacket, not to mention half of the Patron-Minette is on bad terms with ya'."

Eponine rolled her eyes carelessly. "I know. But you know me, I know my way around," she shrugged.

In all honesty though, he was right, she basically had nowhere to go. "Just... Just tell him, okay?"

Right at that the door opens causing Eponine to jump ever so slightly. Out came a drunken Grantaire, followed by Joly and Comberferre. They spoke loudly, and each patted Gavroche on shoulder. Then they all stared at Eponine as if they'd never seen a girl before, their eyes locked on her admirably. Eponine rubbed her shoulders self consciously, afraid they might recognize her.

She would rarely visit the ABC, she just waited for Marius to come out, not wanting anyone to recognize her as the thief she truly was.

A bunch of other students came, then Courfeyrac came out. He placed his hand on little Gavroche's boney shoulder. A smirk rose on the boy's face, lighting up his features. He began walking away with them, and then said breezily back at Eponine,"Why don't you tell 'em yourself."

She watched silently as the men she didn't even know walked off with her brother, as they asked who she was, and Gavroche talk about his crazy sister, even though Eponine knew deep down he loved her. She heard his voice, and she found herself envying him for his friends. The men laughed and talked with him, while all Eponine had was a boy she'd always been in love with, but he never saw her the same. But he was always enough for her, he was Marius and she was his 'Ponine. He kept her from doing wrong, and he helped her feel happy.

Marius walked outside after a few minutes, and Eponine immediately felt her heart speed up. Just the sight of his short sandy-brown hair and gorgeous hazel eyes made her have butterflies in her tiny stomach.

"'Ponine?" Marius exclaimed. "What are you doing out here?"

"I just... I just got here," she bluffed easily.

"Do you have the note?" he asked eagerly, not beating around the bush at all.

Another jab to the heart.

And yet she brought a false smile to her face and waved the parchment in front of his freckled-covered nose. "I don't know, Monsieur, do I?" she coquetted.

Right before he could snatch it, she whipped it away from him. He looked at her in surprise and she let out a laugh.

"'Ponine!" he groaned playfully.

Her giggles filled the air as she put the letter behind her back and started backing away from him.

He ran forward trying to catch it but she was too fast. He wrapped his arms around her, as if to give her a hug, to get it. Eponine felt her cheeks burn, and held the note up high as if he were just a little boy and couldn't reach it, when in reality he was a good head taller than her and was a year older.

It was moments like these she cherished, when it was just her and Marius alone, and his attention was fixated on her-even if it were because of a note from Cosette. It was moments like this that she savored.

This moment was cut off by someone loudly clearing their throat. Eponine paused to look at the person who caused the sound, thus giving enough time to Marius to snatch the note. He opened it up right away.

Eponine's eyes weren't on Marius, but on the handsome man who stood before her. His blond curls, which were a little messy yet in a way that was endearing, nearly glowed in the darkness. She examined him within seconds: he was taller than Marius, and a bit more toned. He looked about three years older than her. He was wearing a red coat with a Petria pin placed on his chest area. Under it peaked a white shirt with a brown vest, and black trousers. His tanned jaw was stiffened as his dark blue eyes were settled on her. She immediately knew who he was, he was Enjolras. This was the first time she actually go a good look at was most definitely attractive- gorgeous actually, Eponine would not deny this, but she was in love with Marius, and he was just another face to her at the time.

His gaze held an emotion that she couldn't detect. Pity? No. Disgust? Not even close. Either way she felt bitter towards him already for breaking up one of her precious moments with Marius.

"Marius," Eponine whispered. Marius hardly even noticed them, he was too engrossed in his note.

"Hello," Enjolras said casually. She recognized his voice immediately: it was a tenor, with a softness to it that'd lead one to believe anything. She'd heard it from outside the ABC. "I don't believe I've met you before."

"Eponine," she said quickly and quietly, purposely not mentioning her last name.

"I'm Enjolras," he replied, holding out his hand. Eponine looked at him grimly, but slowly took his hand, finding a warmth in his calloused fingers. She shook it, and then his kissed her hand softly, out of politeness, causing her to flush against her will.

He was pulling away when Marius folded up the note neatly and grinned. "Oh, my dear Cosette! she loves me too!" he exclaimed.

Eponine's lips raised in false delight, but it didn't carry to her eyes. She looked at Enjolras, who didn't look too pleased with him either.

"Eponine, I must write to her-I'll be back!" he exclaimed. He grasped her hands for a brief moment, and Eponine nearly melted. He stared at her for a split second before dropping her hands and ran into the café.

Eponine's eyes followed after him while he into the café. Her chocolate brown iris's laid on the door and she let her smile fade. She brushed a messy wave behind her ear as she stared after him, her smile completely faded, now a look of sadness replacing it.

There had always been this hurt that Eponine experienced when she was with Marius and he'd indicated he didn't love her. It felt almost like utter lament-perhaps for being in love with a hopeless cause. She felt like she was falling, and no one was there to catch her, and that she means nothing.

"I'm sorry," she heard Enjolras said.

Eponine's large eyes darted to him. "What?" she questioned.

"I'm sorry," he repeated, without explaining. He eyed Eponine carefully as he took a step closer to her. She took a step back fearfully. "In all that time he spent trying to get the letter he never thought that you are merely wearing a dress when it's freezing outside," he states.

Eponine narrowed her eyes. "He knows it doesn't matter, I'm perfectly fine in the cold."

"The way your arms have goosebumps I can see from here and the fact your lips are turning blue, I can contradict that statement," he said. He took off his jacket and offered it to her to her astonishment. His eyes showed pure kindness, and compassion. "I'd offer you my shoes as well but they wouldn't do you much good, they'd be way too big, you're feet are rather small."

She shook her head. "No, I don't want the shoes, nor the jacket," she said, turning her nose up in the air bravely. "I'm fine."

"Please have it, I'm warm enough," he insisted.

Eponine was growing more and more irritated by the second. If there was one thing she hated most, it was pity. "Monsieur, I don't want your jacket. Even if I were to take it someone will think a street gamine like me stole it." What she didn't say was father would probably beat her if he would see her with such a coat, thinking she stole it without him. She crossed her arms defiantly, and jutted out her jaw, attempting to appear tough. Her pride was too great to except the jacket, even though she was truthful cold.

Enjolras didn't buy it however, but he didn't question her. He could tell she was a case not to be swayed with. His eyes showed his fleeting interest in the girl. His eyes flickered over her again, taking in her big brown eyes, messy charcoal-colored hair, tiny waist. "Where do you live Madamoiselle?" he asked her curiously.

She looked at him in a way that seemed like she was proud, but under the facade, she was ashamed. "The streets are my home."

"You have nowhere to live." It wasn't a question. A concerned look in filled his eyes.

Eponine shook her head angrily. "It doesn't matter. I may have nothing, and my life may not be perfect, but I'm not afraid of it. I don't need your concern, I'm fine." Her voice had a sharp edge to it, showing she was not just saying this.

Enjolras didn't seem to care she was getting irritated. "It's not safe to walk around the streets when a revolution beginning. Not to mention there are gangs, and such."

She showed no fear that the gangs he was talking about was probably after her right now. All she did was raise her eyebrow. "Is that so?" He nodded. "Then Monsieur, please do inform me as to why you send my brother on the streets at night!"

He tilted his head in confusion. "Gavroche, the urchin, is your brother?" She nodded. "The boy is stubborn, he wouldn't be quiet unless I let him go," he explained. He couldn't help but grin about Gavroche, he reminded Enjolras of himself when he was little; he had no doubt when he grew old Gavroche would be a leader as he is.

Eponine frowned, but the girl knew that he was right, he wouldn't ever truly shut up unless he did something to help.

"Why don't I often see you at the ABC? You seem like you have a lot of opinion... We could use that," Enjolras told her.

"I'm busy," Eponine lied again. That was her second lie since she met this boy.

"What have you got to do?" he pressed.

For once Eponine was at a loss of words. In a scenario in her mind she imagined him accusing her of stealing and sending her off, but in reality that didn't happen. Quite the opposite. He actually seemed genuinely interested in her, and Eponine didn't know what to think of the attention. She didn't understand why he was being so nice.

"Good then," he said, knowing what her silence meant. "Then I'll see you at our meetings?"

Eponine didn't want to like Enjolras, not after he broke up her and Marius from their little moment, but she couldn't help the small smile creeping up on her lips. He had a certain charm to him that made it hard for her to dislike him. She had only noticed it now, the look in his eyes that showed conviction, and the way he stared at her and not through her. "I'll see if I can make it," she finally mumbled. He gave her a curt nod.

Her eyes went towards the door of the ABC, where Marius was. "Why do you love one who never sees you?" Enjolras boldly questioned her.

She looked at him, infuriated. "I don't love him!"

"You don't mask your emotions too well," he points out.

Eponine's eyebrows shot up. "I grew up with liars!" she exclaimed.

"You're a clear glass to me."

"You know nothing of me."

"I know you're in love with him, I know Gavroche is your brother, I know you're cold and homeless, and I know you're a Thérnadore even if you don't say so. You forgot your brother tells me everything. But you obviously took the high road and stopped theiving based on your attire. I'd say I know enough," he said, quietly, quickly, and certain.

"The amount you observe people is of no other," she criticized him. Eponine looked at the golden haired boy, and he stared right back at the gamine. After a moment she dropped her arms from their crossed position in anger, and she gritted her teeth. "Fine, I am. But please don't tell him! He's blind when he's around me but I can't help it. He's in love with Cosette and I'm his messenger, and it hurts bad but I can't say no. Please don't tell him!" The confessions poured out of her lips before she could stop them.

He said nothing, which was just the right response. He just looked at her. Eponine shyly met his gaze. They remained like this for a few seconds.

"It's okay," he said. "If it's all the same to you, I'm not too happy with him either. He needs to get his head out of the clouds for the revolution."

Eponine actually smiled slghtly at this, it was short, but Enjolras saw it. Then it faded into suspicion. "Why are you being so nice to me? I'm just a gamine, no one cares for me except Marius, what am I to you?"

She waited for an answer, and he opened his mouth to give her one, but he was cut off..

"'Ponine! Come in here!" Marius's angelic voice rang downstairs, making Eponine immediately react. "Read over this letter! I need to make sure it's perfect for her!"

She wilted despondently. "He never saw me there, he never will. No one ever will." she said under her breath, not expecting Enjolras to hear.

"I'm sorry," Enjolras repeated. He did hear.

She turned to him, and then breathed, "Goodbye Monsieur."

"I'll be seeing you again Mademoiselle Eponine, this isn't goodbye," was his reply to her dismay.

She walked inside leaving Enjolras outside, and she felt his gaze on her. She went upstairs, read the letter, and pretended it was perfect, even though she believed every word was the equivalent to complete and utter filth.

"Are you sure 'Ponine?"

"It's perfect."

"Really?"

"Yes, stop worrying Marius, she'll love you."

She took it anyway, and told him she'd deliver it in the morning. He walked her down the stairs and to the door after politely. Before she left he smiled at her and placed his fingers lightly on her forearm, then slide it off.

The feeling of his fingers on her arm remained there even after they were gone. She placed the letter in the sash of her dress, and turned away from Marius without a word.

Eponine walked out of the ABC, and the first thing she found was a bright red coat on the ground.

She stared at in shock, not believing he'd do that for her. She picked it up suspiciously and looked around. Enjolras was nowhere in sight.

Should she take it? For once she hushed her pride. She put the coat on and loved the way the soft fabric clung to her skin, warming her numb arms. She smiled thankfully to the boy.

Her fingers found their way into the pockets and clung it closer to her.

She felt the softness of the fabric with her hands and... And... Parchment?

Her fingers wrapped around the paper and she pulled it out. In the slight light peaking out of the ABC she looked at the folded paper. One the front it said in script, Eponine. She unfolded the small piece and read it.

Je vous vois.

-Enjolras.

Even her poor reading skills, she knew what it meant.

"He never saw me there, he never will. No one will," she had said to him.

The note said I see you.

It wasn't a love note, merely something a note meant for comfort. And that's exactly what that note did: it comforted her.

For once a smile appeared on her face that was not false. She shook her head as she folded the parchment back up and put it into her pocket, and walked back into the cold, dark streets of France.

Will Eponine confess her love to Marius? Why is Enjolras being so nice to Eponine? Will Eponine return to theiving? Or will the Patron-Minette find Eponine before she can escape them?

I really hope you guys like this chapter.

Was everyone in character? I promise after the first few chapters, this story will get very different from other E/E stories.

If there are any errors, please inform me and I'll change them.

Please review :)

-Fathomed Dreams