A Revolutionary Job Prospect

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Here is the second half; sorry it took so long!

For those who don't know, eponnia has adopted this story idea and posted the first chapter already!

Paris was beautiful at night; at least from above. From his spot on his balcony Enjolras could see across the city which was lit up with pinpricks of light that gathered to form a sea of breathtaking gold.

He stood watching over it all, his hands in his pants pockets and the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to his elbows. He could hear distant car noises and chatter but it collected into a hum. He breathed in and out quietly, watching it all.

Eponine slipped out of the busy sitting room, filled with her partners in crime celebrating their success. Months and months of planning had lead up to their heist of the century and all that was left was to bounce off into the sunset. She checked the door was shut and looked into the dark room, making sure the two bottle of beer in her hand didn't clink together.

The large double bed was occupied by her sleeping siblings. Azelma and Gavroche at either end of the end with Peter and Jacques squished in between them. They had been sent to sleep earlier in the night; they of course, not knowing the real reason for the celebration with all of Eponine's friends. They simply thought that it was a going away party, as they were going to America in the morning.

After placing the beers down on the side table, Eponine checked her packed suitcase, making sure the tickets and passports were inside. She tucked the blanket tighter around Gavroche, who usually moved around wildly in his sleep. She knelt at the edge of the bed, giving them all a protective gaze. She had done all of this for them; so that they could have a normal life. That was all she wanted, all she strove for.

But her eyes looked up, towards the end of the bedroom and she saw him. Enjolras was standing, almost silhouetted on the balcony. He had gone to check on her siblings a few minutes ago, she remembered. He was like that; always looking out for them.

Eponine knew what he had done. He had broken the first rule of the job; don't ever get attached. But he had.

And so had she.

After she had sworn that he would just be another partner, another man, he had become so much more. He was the person who got her coffee in the morning, just the way she liked it. He was the person who sat beside her during meetings-always. He was the one who played her date at the ball when they had scammed the rich out of their final, damning details. He was one who she grabbed into a hug when they watched all the money spill into their accounts.

Enjolras was no longer a means to an end; he was the end. The one to teach Peter how to ride a bike and the one to tell Jacques that crayons were not a food group. He was person who stared down a boy who dared whistle at Azelma in the street and he was the one who managed to get Gavroche to actually do his homework. The one she could come home to at night and the one to wake up to in the morning.

Well, maybe that last part was in her head but that in itself was a problem.

He was becoming everything and she was stuck being his boss to him. He treated her siblings well and yes, that would make it hard for him to leave but it seemed he would have no problems leaving her. After years of keeping her heart to herself, the blonde man had waltzed in with his strangely high morals and she had given it willingly.

Eponine stood up with a sigh and walked around the bed and towards the balcony; picking up the beers on the way. It was her last night in Paris; her last night with him. So she might as well enjoy it.

Enjolras turned around to see his brunette partner stepping out onto the balcony.

She smiled at him and spoke quietly, "You were taking a while."

Enjolras nodded, "Well, I put an extra blanket over them and then I got distracted by the view."

She held out one of the beers and the usually sober man took it after a pause. "Might as well; this once."

Eponine turned to look out at the city and they both stood in silence for a moment. "It's beautiful isn't it?" he asked softly and she hummed in agreement.

"Yes, but I confess that the view is not the only reason I'm staring."

Enjolras saw the sly grin appear on her face, so familiar these days. "Right now, in that city, there are a number of people sleeping soundly having no idea that their family fortunes and backhand profits are gone."

Enjolras smiled too, imagining the looks on their faces when they wake up and find out. He almost wished he could stick around to see it. This thought only brought back his previous worries and he sat down on the step behind him with a sigh.

Eponine frowned at his sudden change in mood and took a place beside him. "Is everything alright? Tonight of all nights, I thought you would be happy."

Enjolras ran a hand through his blonde curls and then leaned his arms on his knees. Eponine waited for him to speak, wrapping her arms around her own knees, her beer forgotten beside her on the step.

He sent a look over his shoulder to make sure he didn't wake the children before speaking. "I am running away to Australia tomorrow. I am running away."

Eponine's face fell at his words and she continued to stay quiet. She knew that he hated the fact that the rest of his life would be spent lying and using fake names with fake stories. She knew that he was worried about making new connections with people when he would have to lie to them. And it was obvious that running away was not something Enjolras had ever done before; it wasn't his style.

"How do you do it?"

His question made her look up and see his curious gaze, hidden beneath the dark circles under his eyes. "How are you so content with walking away from the place you were born in and just...starting again? How are you so happy with just...running?"

Eponine blinked at him repeatedly for a moment. People usually asked her about running so that they themselves could do the same. No one had ever asked how she felt about it. So she cleared her throat, the taste of Grantaire's unusual and original cocktail still in her mouth.

"I guess...the city just isn't home. It's the place I grew up but it's filled with bad memories as well as good ones. And I learned a long time ago that sometimes it's not the place that feels right, it's the people. Gavroche is my home; Azelma is as well. Peter and Jacques are where I belong. My siblings make my home, not the city. So I don't see it as running away so much as finally settling down in a safe place."

Enjolras' eyes had softened and a small smile danced across his face. "That sounds a lot better than what I'm doing," he muttered.

He, Grantaire and Combeferre had agreed that they needed to split up for a while until their trail went cold. He was still heading to Australia but Combeferre was going backpacking through Europe first with Courfeyrac and Joly. The doctor had decided a holiday was in order and it also gave good backing to their cover as innocent travellers. Grantaire was heading to Las Vegas with Frielly and Jehan and they all hoped the other two would somehow be able to control him. Enjolras said they would all meet up in New Zealand for a week and from there decided which to go. Eponine however, as the most talented of them all, had an airtight story and legal papers so she could go where she wanted and stay there. She had decided on America and Enjolras had tried his best over the last few weeks to ignore the fact that he would soon be a world away from her and her siblings.

"I never wanted this," he whispered and Eponine's shoulders dropped.

"It doesn't matter what you wanted; this is what happened. And now you need to make the best of the situation."

Enjolras' turned to her, his eyes narrowed. "That's all well and good for you to say-you have your brothers and your sister. I don't have anyone."

He was startled when she suddenly stood up. "You sound like a child!" she said, grabbing her beer and drinking out of it to avoid saying anything else.

Enjolras stood up as well, his drink limp in his hands.

Eponine swallowed and looked at him again, the lights from the city casting a glow over her face. "You have no one because you don't see! You don't see the people who are here, now and want to be with you but you are just so blind sometimes!"

"Eponine-Eponine!" Enjolras tried to catch her attention but she was caught between gulps down her beer and rambling.

He took the bottle away from her and placed it down beside his own on the ground. He placed his hands on her arms and she glanced in the doorway to make sure the others hadn't woken up. She was breathing heavily and he rubbed his hands up and down her arms for a moment.

"Eponine," he said softly, "What are you saying?"

She met his gaze, a stand of her hair falling on her face. "Come with me," she breathed out, "Stay with me?"

Her voice cracked on the last word, the question mark giving away her uncertainty.

Enjolras stilled, staring at her. "Go to America with you?" he replied softly, "With you and your siblings?"

She was far gone now, so Eponine just nodded. "Yes, we could all go together! It would be easy to transfer your story to be connected to ours. I just-I realised that by morning you will gone and I will probably never see you again. And that thought terrified me. I know that the golden rule is never get attached but you kind blew that rule out of the water. I am attached you-in fact, I am more than attached..."

She trailed off, watching as Enjolras blinked at her. Before she could get another word out, Enjolras leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.

She was a girl used to adrenaline. She had run for hours from the police, hidden from enemies in tight spaces and felt that familiar rush through her body. Kissing Enjolras left all of those moments in the dust. His arms slipped from his arms to wrap around her back and her own hands held his face. They kissed, again and again, with an unsuspecting Paris in the background. Finally, they pulled away but only leaving the minimal amount of space.

"Australia," Enjolras said breathlessly, leaving Eponine to frown slightly.

"What?"

"Let's not go to America; let's go to Australia. We can teach the boys to surf and Azelma can use the scenery in her paintings."

"You really want this?" she asked him cautiously.

Enjolras grinned, replying, "I think I've wanted this ever since I saw from behind that terrible lamp in the cafe."

Eponine smiled widely, laughing slightly. "Australia sounds wonderful then. We can get a house near the ocean and eat barbecue until we get sick of it," she replied and Enjolras hugged her tightly.

A noise from their side made them pull away to see Gavroche standing in the doorway. "We're going to Australia?" he said happily, Peter, Jacque and Azelma also awake in the room beyond.

Eponine and Enjolras glanced at each other before nodding. Peter, who was barely up to Gavroche's chest, asked, "Is Enjolras coming with us?"

"Of course!" Eponine replied and both Peter and Jacques cheered before running over to the couple and wrapping their arms around their legs. Azelma stood beside Gavroche, a knowing smile on her face.

"Well, we were going to wake you up in an hour anyway for the airport so you might as well stay up," Eponine said, sitting down on the step. Enjolras sat down beside her and Peter and Jacques sat on their laps. Gavroche and Azelma took their spots on either side of them as Gavroche exclaimed, "Let's play the "Guess Which Window has an Idiot Behind It" game."

As her siblings started to point to random lights, Eponine turned to Enjolras. "It's still running," she whispered to him.

He met her gaze, knowing that if they were going to go through with this, he had to be in for the long term. So Enjolras smiled softly and said back, "I knew the second I started all of this that running was always going to be the outcome. Now I have something worth running for."

He kissed her again, to the sounds of a quiet Paris and her siblings making gagging noises.

Jehan let a smile come to his face as he shut the door to the bedroom and let his friends have their private moment as a new family. Then he turned around to the busy living room, filled with his friends and yelled out, "I told you so!"

Some of them were too drunk to hear him but he practically skipped over to where Grantaire and Courfeyrac were sitting at a table. He threw himself into a chair as he said, "Like I declared all those months ago, those two fell in love, are moving to Australia and will have beautiful conning babies."

"Hear this bitches; I call godfather!" Grantaire yelled to the room.

Courfeyrac rolled his eyes and sipped his beer before replying, "They're not going to be con-artists anymore remember?"

Jehan paused and then said, "Fine, they will have beautiful law- abiding babies."

"Don't you say that kind of thing about my future god-children!"