Notes: So someone also requested an alternate ending. I assumed they meant they wanted these little assholes to have a happy ending, so I made them as happy as this fic will let them be.

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He walked up the stairs quickly, Grantaire following. He walked into the hallway bathed in light. He blinked at the sunlight streaming in through the open windows. Grantaire walked in front of Enjolras, keeping the gun aimed at his head.

Grantaire opened the front door. "Get out," he whispered.

Enjolras remained still.

"Get out," Grantaire repeated, louder.

Enjolras remained still.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

Grantaire shot at the wall.

Two bullets.

Enjolras obeyed. He walked quickly out of house, but stopped before the front steps. He turned to look at Grantaire.

"The authorities will find you if you let me go," he said firmly, but concern seeping through.

"Does it look like I care?"

Enjolras let that sink in. "No." He shook his head. "No don't do that. Turn yourself in with me. There's help. We can help you."

Grantaire sighed. The gun in his twitched, almost like he wanted to lower it. His head shot up and his grip on the gun strengthened. "No," he said firmly.

Enjolras moved quickly, and pushed the gun to the side. A shot fired.

One bullet.

Enjolras pried the gun out of Grantaire's hands. He threw it aside. "No. I won't let you do this. You can't do this."
Grantaire's arms fell. He dropped his head onto Enjolras' shoulder and sobbed.

"Come with me. There's a world outside your doors. You can be free from all this," he gestured at the empty bottles littered around the living room. "Come with me."

Enjolras felt Grantaire nod against his shoulder. Enjolras wrapped his arms around Grantaire and hugged him tightly.
"We need your car keys," he said into Grantaire's hair.

Grantaire turned and grabbed them from the kitchen counter.

"Can you drive?"

Grantaire nodded.

Enjolras led him to where he thought the garage was. Grantaire sat behind the wheel and Enjolras took the passenger seat. Grantaire started the ignition. Enjolras grabbed his hand and held it tightly.

Grantaire drove in silence. Whenever Enjolras noticed that he was about to lose it, he squeezed his hand and gave him an encouraging smile.

They pulled into the police station. Enjolras exited the car and opened the door for Grantaire. "C'mon," Enjolras whispered, taking Grantaire's hand again and pulling him from the car.

He led him into the police station. The woman at the front desk yelped at the sight of both of them, standing up. The police were all on alert; some already had their guns out, others were waiting, prepared to make a quick-draw if necessary.

Grantaire looked at the woman, and said resolutely, "I'm here to turn myself in. My name is Grantaire, also known as The Skoll Murderer, The Glass Blower, The Normandy Butcher, The Terror of Nice, and The Paris Menace. I have killed fifty-three men and I want to stop and I want help."

Only Enjolras detected the hint of hope in his voice. The blond squeezed Grantaire's hand a little tighter, hiding a smile.

Notes: And Enjolras' persuasion was totally not based off "There's A World" from Next to Normal. Nope. Definitely not. *it wassss*