Hello lovelies! This is my first Les Miserables fanfiction, because the thought of Enjolras and Eponine together tug at my heart strings. This is mainly based on the movie and book, meaning that my Enjolras and Eponine are Aaron Tveit and Samantha Barks from the 2012 film. Updates will also be posted to my tumblr page andhotcoffee. Enjoy, and don't forget to review! Song credit: Soft Revolution by Stars. The title, 'Les Choses Qui Sont Arrivées Après,' is French for 'The Things That Happened After.'

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We are here to save your life
The fool, the drunk, the child, and his wife
We won't let the sun go down
We gonna chase the demons out of town

"You must flee Paris at once, Monsieur."

These words, spoken to Enjolras only a few days ago, echoed inside his mind until he could hear nothing else. He is currently in the state of semi-sleep that is incredibly dangerous. You are conscious enough to feel and to perhaps see, but the nightmares in your brain fight their way to your conscious mind. Your life is a hallucination and a reality all in one without being able to tell one from the other. The carriage he is riding in shakes and pushes him around roughly, but he doesn't feel anything. He only feels a spray of bullets flying past his head.

If someone were to ask him simply, "Monsieur Enjolras, how did you escape?" He wouldn't be able to answer. His current state of mind isn't stable and he is certain it would never be again. In truth, he wasn't sure if he did indeed actually escape. Was he still at the barricade? Or, more importantly, would he ever leave it?

Those words, "You must flee Paris at once, Monsieur," fade into the back of his mind and turn into the sounds of the barricade. Bits of plaster and glass are cascading from the ceiling in the café as the power from an explosion makes him stumble. Flashes from the firing of muskets burn his eyes.

He feels it- pools of blood gathering at his feet, threatening to fill the room and drown him- the marble statue, so inspirational and pure, with nothing but chaos before him.

The barricade is being overrun and the adrenaline is back in Enjolras' veins; he hears himself shouting orders without remembering to do so. "Joly, watch out on your left! Combeferre, your right!" Then he is shouting words of revolution- "for France! The Republic!" – Then pleas…

"Grantaire, don't! Marius, into the café! Courfeyrac…!"

The whole dreadful scene crumbles around him; everything falls through the cracks until he is the only thing standing in the darkness. Enjolras is pulled back to the present, unwillingly it seems, as if he was in the middle of unfinished business. He feels it in his veins, in the sinew of his muscles; they are screaming "Take me back! We are not done…"

But they are done. It's over, the Revolution; and they are all dead.

The dark girl next to him in the carriage brings him back to the present, completely this time. She awkwardly pokes his arm, only looking down and clearing her throat at the same time. Eponine. He mutters a small apology and sheepishly looks away out of the carriage window, taking a deep breath and adjusting to the remembers where he is now, but he isn't comforted.

We are here to take the blame
To take the taunts and if the shame
We are here to make you feel
It terrifies you, but it's real

Those words, "You must flee Paris at once, Monsieur," were spoken by Madame Houchloup soon after the last of the barricade boys were all assumed dead. He still wasn't sure how he managed to get out, but the good Madame tried to explain it to him though the haze of fever and blood loss that he had indeed been injured not as severely as he could have been.

The five men that were set free from the barricade the previous day had managed to gather together a select few men from the far reaches of Paris to help as best as they could. This meant that after the barricade was overrun (because no one bothered to prevent such a thing; they were prepared to die and didn't need any more foolish men wasting lives) a small handful of these men infiltrated the ranks of the Paris militia, much like Javert managed to sneak his way behind the barricade. It was these few men, no more than six, who pulled Enjolras' broken body from the café when the battle was over.

Due to the passion of battle, the crazed fighting of schoolboys and terrified shots aimed at nothing, a few of these men who appeared to be dead where only wounded. They found three, only three, but not all were men.

Enjolras, Eponine, and a third young man whom no one knew were considered miracles among the small group of Parisians who were the only ones to know of this secret mission. Enjolras wasn't so sure. He didn't feel much like a miracle, only an accident.

After those words were spoken by Madame Houchloup plans were made to remove the survivors of the barricade from Paris. The third man had perished a few days into July, too far gone due to his wounds. This left only Eponine and Enjolras, two individuals with nothing at all in common besides their current predicament.

Marius was alerted of the survival of his two friends by an associate of Madame Houchloup. They met in a makeshift hospital room, located in the attic of a small apothecary on the other side of the city. Enjolras and Marius shook hands, avoided questions, and stared at each other as if seeing a ghost.

Eponine remained quiet.

Marius imediently began talk of removing them from the city. It was far too dangerous for them to remain in the belly of Paris. Both could easily be recognized, and Eponine had the added disadvantage of being a Thenardier. It was in both of their interests to be relocated, as it were, to a town a decent way away from Paris called Toulouse for about a year. Would they pose as brother and sister? cousins… perhaps even man and wife? There wasn't time to bicker about the details. In this time their connections in Paris would have had enough time to manipulate records to assure them both dead as well as allow a period of rest in Paris; allow the people and the government to leave the June Rebellion of 1832 in the past. Marius was able to procure some of his grandfather's wealth, not missed by the old man, to obtain a modest house for the two unlikely survivors: the leader and the thief. The conversation happened quickly and awkwardly, none of the three knowing quite what to say to the other. Eponine refused to be moved, but eventually relented when Maris, holding her small hand in his, told her of her father's journey to America.

Enjolras had a feeling that her decision had more to do with the news of Marius' marriage than of her father's travels.

So this is how he got to be in this carriage, the French countryside rolling past him with his arm in a sling and the dark Parisian girl by his side. Enjolras wasn't sure what he would do when he returned to Paris, but he couldn't seem to wait to be rid of Eponine and his demons come spring.

Little did he know that the diminishing of these two things, one perhaps more difficult to be rid of than the other, would prove almost impossible.

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters pertaining to Les Mis