A/N This is an idea that popped into my head and I had to write. It was going to be a oneshot but that's not going to work. It has to have at least a few more chapters. Please review, favorite and follow! Thanks guys! I hope you enjoy!

It had been a long day, for the medical student who now walked towards his shared apartment alone.

Combeferre felt himself wishing for a scarf, to cover his neck and perhaps his ears as the cold nipped at his skin relentlessly.

His classes had run late, and he had not slept much the night before. Due to studying that had to be done.

Everything seemed to move past him in a bit of a fog. Which, he knew was due to the lack of sleep and lack of food also. He had been busy all day that he had only managed to eat breakfast.

His stomach growled, as if remembering this. And he pulled his dark coat around himself tighter.

He reached the street that his apartment lay on, and he dared to imagine falling into his warm bed and sleeping for hours. When he felt a tug on his coat to his right, then a hand in his left pocket. Unable to react fast enough, he jerked to the left to where he saw a small figure running away with his wallet in hand. And then to the right, where he saw a slightly larger figure, though still extremely slim in size running away.

He sighed, and began to walk towards the figure who had stolen his wallet. Knowing the small alley in-between two of the buildings led to a dead end, he didn't bother to quicken his step.

As he stepped into the alley, he held his hand out towards the small figure, "I believe you have something that belongs to me."

The figure must have seen the fight was useless. Based on size, for they stepped into the small bit of street light and placed the wallet back into his hand. "M' sorry M'sieur. I dint' mean no 'arm. A girl's gotta' eat."

Combeferre felt as though he had been punched in the stomach as he saw the young girl who stood in front of him. She had dark black hair, and slightly tanned skin that she must have gotten from standing out in the sun for so long. And purple and black circles underneath her eyes. She wore a worn short dress that should have been given up ages ago and her skin was coated with dirt, along with a few spots where blood had dried from who knows what.

She was about as young as his roommate, Enjolras. Nearly seventeen at the oldest. And maybe that's what hit him the hardest. The fact that if Enjolras were out on his own, he would most likely end up where this child had. Pickpocketing and praying they didn't get caught.

Combeferre didn't think before he stepped towards the young girl, his open hand extended and his eyes set on hers.

The girl shied away at first, then it looked as though something clicked in her mind. "f' I don't run, will you please not 'urt me so bad m'sieur?"

Combeferre had to pause for a second, to realize what the girl was asking. Then once he did, he felt even more sickened. "No, sweetheart. No harm will come to you. Do you want a place to stay for the night? It's pretty cold outside tonight, don't you think?"

The girl pulled the nearly thread bare shawl around her shoulders tighter and glared in his direction. "And what would you be wuntin' in return?"

Combeferre suddenly remembered his coat, and took it off without hesitation and draped it across her shoulders. "Nothing. I just, think you need some rest. I'm a medical student. And I know for sure you need a good meal and some rest."

He knew anyone could see that. But he hoped that in saying he was a medical student, she would trust him a bit more.

"Right, I s'pose I could stay one night." The girl's hoarse voice croaked out.

Combeferre felt a tired grin spread across his face and he extended his hand to her once more. Feeling the coldness even more that he wore no coat.

The girl swatted his hand away and stepped out of the alley and into the street lamp-light. "Where do you live, doctor boy?"

Combeferre was a bit taken aback by how confidently this small girl talked, when he towered over her and could wrap his hand around half of her torso.

"Follow me." He mumbled, and walked the short distance to his apartment and began to unlock the door, with the girl peering curiously over his shoulder.

"Would your friend like to stay as well? Where did she go?"

The girl looked at him through squinted eyes and shook her head. "She woun't wanna come. She's most likely 'lready back to where she atta be."

Combeferre nodded slightly, not wanting to push the subject because of the stiffness in her tone. Then glanced over his shoulder. "What's your name?"

The girl tightened his coat around her shoulders and coughed into the sleeves that hung loosely on her boneish figure, "Azelma. But others call me 'Zelma for short."

Combeferre considered this for a moment then finished unlocking the apartment door. "I'm Combeferre. It's nice to meet you, Azelma."

He shoved the door open with a bit of force, to make sure the rusty hinges did not force the door to stay closed as it usually did and sighed when he saw his roommate still up and about.

The living room was covered with open books and papers. a bit of ink that had not been there when he left was smudged against their only sofa. And in the middle of it all, was his only roommate. twirling around, occasionally glancing over a paper or book then muttering something to himself. After a few moments of this, he knelt down to one of the books, flipped a few pages then groaned in frustration. He stood back up, and ran a ink-stained hand through his golden blonde curls.

"It's gone. It's gone. I have no idea where it went." His voice carried through the room with frustration and annoyance.

Combeferre stepped farther inside, this time with his new friend trailing behind him. "Enjolras?"

The blonde seemed to snap out of it, and jerked his gaze towards the two of them. "Combeferre! You're finally back! Listen, have you seen the one Rousseau book that has that one part with the thing?"

Combeferre shook his had and rolled his eyes. "That narrows it down."

The younger boy groaned in frustration and waved his hands around excitedly, as if that would help. "You know! Ferre! The one with the thing in it! I've been looking all night."

Combeferre sighed, "No. I don't know." He swatted Enjolras on the back of the head. "Be polite. Say hello to our house guest for the night."

He gestured towards Azelma, who seemed to be dazed. Watching Enjolras with a curious and dazzled look in her eyes.

Enjolras glared at Combeferre playfully. Affection taking away any seriousness of the expression then glanced towards Azelma for a moment then back at his books and placed a hand against his forehead. "Hi Azelma.. Why can't I figure this out.."

Combeferre saw Azelma's cheeks redden slightly when Enjolras said her name. The small girl reached and tapped Enjolras on the shoulder. "What's your name?"

Enjolras turned, though he still seemed distracted and actually looked at the girl the first time. He swallowed when he saw the dark bruises against her skin. "E-enjolras." He stammered out and suddenly glanced at Combeferre desperately. Who seemed to have just noticed the bruises as well.

"Enjolras, I think you should turn in for the night. Go ahead. Go to my bed. We can both sleep there for the night, and Azelma can use yours."

Azelma watched as Enjolras half walked half stumbled into Combeferre's room and shut the door behind him.

When she looked back at Combeferre, he was staring at the door with worry in his eyes.

"He thinks I'm ugly. Doesn't he? Is it because of all of those?" She gestured towards the bruises that lined her arms. And Combeferre shook his head a little too quickly.

"No. Not at all. He's just-tired."

That was the only explanation she got. But she new it wasn't true.

Combeferre had her set up for bed in Enjolras' room in no time. The room was full with books and papers as the living room had been. But aside from that, Azelma noticed there wasn't really much to the room.

Combeferre brought her a decent sized chunk of bread and a large glass of water. Which she ate gratefully and then drank heartily. "Thank you." She choked out. As she swallowed the last bit of bread. The kind man nodded, then pulled the door closed behind him as he exited the room, "If you need anything.. Just let me know. I'm in the room next to yours. And ah- If you don't mind.. I'de appreciate it if you didn't leave before we wake in the morning."

Azelma agreed, then laid down onto the bed which felt soft to her. Much softer than the one she was used to at the old inn. She considered for a while, if she would leave before they woke. That would be the safest thing to do. But, she wanted to see the boy with the golden curls again. And see if he would talk to her. And in the end, curiosity won over. And she decided to stay. Only until they had time to see her once more.

She hugged one of the pillows that lay on the mattress to her chest and rested her head on the other. With her stomach full as well as her mind, she drifted off to sleep.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! Please review! This is at least going to have a few more chapters. Like I said, the idea just popped into my head and I liked it. I dunno, lemme know what you guys think! Thanks. God bless!