A/N: Hello old friends and perhaps some new ones. I've been absent for over a year. When the muse is strong it's a beautiful thing, but when she leaves it's a bitch. But here she is, sidling up beside me again, inspired by current events, and rewatch of Les Miserables

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters nor story from Les Miserable but I do enjoy taking them out for a test drive and playing with a crackship now and then. This current storyline with avoid as much as possible a tangent into religious themes of any kind. It is very much inspired and a live storyline as these events continue to unfold for all of us. This is going to weave in and out of fiction and non-fiction.

I'm interested to hear if you're still interested in this story AND of course constructive criticism is always welcomed. Enjoy

Songs listened to:

"Imagine" by John Lennon

"If You're Out There" by John Legend

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Chapter 66:

If you hear this message
Wherever you stand
I'm calling every woman
Calling ever man

We're the generation
We can't afford to wait
The future started yesterday
And we're already late

We've been looking for a song to sing
Searched for a melody
Searched for someone to lead
We've been looking for the world to change
If you feel the same, well go on and say
If you're out there
Sing along with me if you're out there
I'm dying to believe that you're out there
Stand up and say it loud if you're out there
Tomorrow's starting now...now...now

No more broken promises
No more call to war
Unless it's Love and Peace that
We're really fighting for

We can destroy Hunger
We can conquer Hate
Put down the arms and raise your voice
We're joining hands today

I was looking for a song to sing
Searched for a leader
But the leader was me
We were looking for the world to change
We can be heroes
Just go on and say
If you're out there
Sing along with me if you're out there
I'm dying to believe that you're out there
Stand up and say it loud if you're out there
Tomorrow's starting now...now...now

If you ready we can save the world
Believe again, start to mend
We don't have to wait for destiny
We should be the change that we want to see
If you're out there

If you're out there
And you're ready now
Sing it loud, scream it out
If you're out there
Sing along with me if you're out there
I'm dying to believe that you're out there
Stand up and say it loud if you're out there
Tomorrow's starting now
If you're out there
If you're out there
If you're out there

If you hear this message
Wherever you stand
I'm calling every woman
Calling ever man

We're the generation
We can't afford to wait
The future started yesterday
And we're already late

"If You're Out There" – John Legend

In the several years since the discovery of Jean Valjean's sanctuary Digne le Bains and the preceding tragedies of Les Amis in New York, much had changed. The core movement of Occupy had died but the ideals of its participants have survived, shifting and ever-changing to new geo-political pressures.

The band had split, on record publically in an interview with Rolling Stone and NME, due to creative differences as had been decided. An exclusive interview with Enjolras was given to Anderson Cooper and a deal was made with the CNN host, much like the one Jean Valjean himself had initiated. A long and intense private conversation was held between the two men, where peace was made over Andersons perceived desertion of the cause. Once it was smoothed over, Enjolras had shared as much as he dared but at the same time requesting the same secrecy and trust the Valjean had treasured, to which Anderson accepted.

Word was spread in hushed tones like small ripples on a pond to Valjean's supporters who turned their fundraising and peace efforts again to a group of revolutionaries in Upstate New York.

The public break up between Enjolras and Eponine was captured in all its paparazzi glory at a Kings of Leon concert. Mostly it was made up of Eponine shouting curse words at Enjolras while he stood stock still in his balcony seat letting the press get a good look at his supposed indifference as the flashes went off ten to the dozen.

Later that same night, our two protagonists had sat down together to laugh at how convincing their act had been, while ruefully acknowledging it's duality as the last time their love would ever be public – at least for the foreseeable future.

Picked up by TMZ and The Daily Mail, the story went global in a matter of hours. The bands fans divided ruthlessly into two camps, and the endless speculation over the cause of both splits was debated in living colour on social media.

And then they retreated from the world, at least to unknowing eyes. Going underground to do the most good, with the least amount of prying eyes to witness it.

Which brings us into the now…welcome to 2015.

Enjolras and Eponine were transfixed and horrified by the television and the vision appearing before them. Millions of refugees flooding into Europe, trying to escape the terror in Syria. Of Beirut and Paris, both in tatters and the images of innocent people running for their lives as their cities were ripped apart. Ripped apart by violence, by a minority seeking to turn people against each other. Nothing in Occupy had prepared them for the ferocity of it. The knowledge of how the death of loved ones can damage and turn destructive was one they knew intimately however.

They feared for both cities. The images of Paris, of people running terrified along the cobbled streets resonated deeply in Enjolras for some reason, though he felt empathy for both. Perhaps I was Parisian in a forgotten past life?

He turned to Eponine as they sat in the library where for the past four years they had quietly funded, aided, and abetted the hopes and dreams of spiritual revolutionaries from around the globe, using the latest technology and the gold bullion to fund building projects in third world nations, rebuilding efforts on the East Coast after Hurricane Sandy, expanding Eponine's venture by building a new shelter for the homeless in New York City and using the ranks of the homeless to fill many of the positions in the company as would allow.

Daily they sat with the remaining members of Les Amis, or skyped with Cosette and Marius in NYC to decide which of the many worthy causes on their list they'd assist, some anonymously, some under the banner of Jean Valjean's corporation.

Increasingly Eponine could feel Enjolras' impatience. It had started at the beginning of 2015, when world events began to take a dire turn. She knew what was happening, but waited it out to see if it would pass. As the months progressed and the news outside the world they knew began to worsen, his impotence at not being a physical part of fighting back against it began to show.

Always fiery, his patience grew ever thin. Eponine frequently searched for him in the house only to find him outside walking, or sitting along by the lake, hands clenched.

Now as she sat by him, watching the breaking news, she knew the time had come.

"What do you want to do, Enj?"

Mildly startled, he turned to her. "About what?"

"This. What do you want to do about this", she replied gesturing to the television.

How could she know? How could Eponine possible know? Yet time and again she surprised him by seeming to know him better than he knew himself.

"I don't know. We're doing what we can in supporting some groups that are trying to bridge the gap, but this is different".

"Maybe it's time we become a group again, a public group".

"You mean get the band back together?" he looked over to where the others were in The Den as they now called the hub of their activities. Combeferre was sitting strumming a guitar, while Feuilly watched footage of Paris and Beirut on his laptop with a deep furrow in his brow.

"The band, or maybe it's time to take Les Amis public as something different. I feel like there's a gap in the conversation out there, which you and the boys might fill..."

"I had been thinking these past few months, vaguely if I'm honest, that we should be doing something more."

"And what's stopping you?" she questioned.

"We took a vow to go underground".

"We've kept that vow for four years, with nary a peep."

"The thing is, I don't know what we're fighting against. Les Amis against ISIS? I don't think so. I think more what we need to do is fight this, this attack on unity."

"I agree. There's so much negativity out there right now, and not a lot of compassion".

"But this is dangerous Eponine, and there are children to think of now."

"No-one has to do this. We've always been about fraternity but also about freedom. They can choose if they want to be part of this," she replied, taking a glance at the photos of the two children of Marius and Cosette on the wall.

Enjolras paused for a moment, running his fingers over the worn leather exterior of the notebook that was his constant companion. Sitting back in the chair he was contemplative.

"I keep wondering what Jean would do."

"You are not Jean, and Jean would not want you to try and be Jean".

"I do love it when you talk in riddles to me, 'Ponine, it reminds me of my childhood".

"Very funny. You know what I mean."

Enjolras got up suddenly, and began pacing in front of her. His hands were clenched. 'In honesty, I cannot let it pass. I cannot let this, this hatred burn out of control. I see it Eponine, I know you do too. There are voices out there that will tear the world apart if people don't speak out. I cannot be a silent player in this. God help me, I've tried to quell it for months to no avail".

"You can't stop being what you are, any more than the moon can stop orbiting the earth."

"Will you come with me into the breach once more? I ask too much I know."

She took his hand, standing and meeting his fierce gaze with her own.

She smiled then, at her beloved.

"What's that saying, I hold it, that a little revolution, now and then, is a good thing?

"It's by Jefferson, and its rebellion by the way", he laughed. "But I take it to mean you're in?"

She put her hand around his waist as they walked together towards The Den. "Oh yes, I am most definitely in."

"Then let's tell them, shall we?"

And as the screens in The Den played out images of devastation, and loss, and hope and division, inside it sat a group of post-Occupy revolutionaries who were about to be thrown into the fray, once again.