Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match. Find me a find, catch me a catch.

One day, in the Milky Way, on Earth, in Europe, in France, in Paris, at the Café Musain, and in the back room, Enjolras was standing atop of a table, rallying the A B C friends, when suddenly the door opened and a middle aged man and woman entered the back room.

"Pardon me, but this is a private meeting, you can't just waltz in here!" Feuilly said turning in his chair to address them.

"We have a V.I.P pass, our son is in here, at least the waitress said so . . . "

Everyone in the room was too busy watching the couple that they didn't notice Enjolras pale several shades.

"Well maybe we can help you find him . . .?" Combeferre suggested, wanting them to leave.

"He's blonde, pale, yay high," She indicated about six inches above her head

"And in general handsome"

"Name?", Boussuet asked.

"Enjolras"

All heads turned to the back where Enjolras still stood, eyes wide, white as a sheet, mouth slightly agape.

"There you are!" The women said joyously.

Enjolras made strange choking sounds. (E.G: For a fly had flown down his throat XD)

The man scowled 'Get down from there boy, before you break your neck!"

"Enjolras, who are they?" Courfeyrac asked.

"We're his parents!" Madame exclaimed slightly indignant.

"Apollo has parents?" Grantaire asked from his corner.

Enjolras sputtered, "Unfortunately"

Enjolras' father shook his head, "Don't us that tone! We're taking you home for a visit."

The Amis glanced at each other as if to say, Yep, those are his parents.

Enjolras made more strange choking sounds, "I-I can't leave! I . . . have . . ." Unable to tell his rich aristocratic parents that he was planning a insurgency against rich aristocrats; he drew up a blank, and Combeferre, sensing a disturbance, stepped up to the plate "Exams! We have exams! This week . . . Right now in fact! That's why we're all here we're a . . . a . . . a study group!"

Madame looked at him skeptically, "You all go to the same university as Enjolras?"

Combeferre nodded.

Enjolras' dad stepped forward, "Then, tell us, has he met a nice young girl yet?"

Half the Amis choked on their wine, Enjolras just plain choked. (E.G: On that darned fly again XD)

Grantaire looked up blearily from his bottle, "Enjolras? The same Enjolras I know? The same 'I-couldn't-care-less-if-she-threw-herself-at-my-feet' Apollo? Falling for A Nice Young Girl?" he burst out laughing as Enjolras' parents turned to their son.

"Now, dear, how are you going to find an heir if you don't look for a nice lady?" His mother tsked.

Enjolras seemed to come out of his trauma, "I really don't intend to"

"Pardon?" His father scowled

Enjolras sighed, "I'm not getting married"

His Mother turned her attention to the Amis "How could you let him do this to himself? He can't stay single for his entire life!"

Jehan stood up from his chair "Well, we couldn't very well MAKE him fall in love, it's supposed to come naturally and—"

Enjolras' Father turned towards his wife "But I bet WE could"

Madame giggled evilly "What a perfect idea, Preston!"

Enjolras slowly turned to Jehan "You've doomed me . . . "

Suddenly, Enjolras heard a sharp THWACK and felt an even sharper pain in the back of his head before consciousness left his being.

"Quick! Grab his legs!" Preston commanded.

Madame did so as the Amis stood in astonishment as they dragged him out the door. Madame paused at the doorframe;

"Here" She shoved 200 francs into Courfeyrac's hand "Open a tab in our name, drink and forget about this." She bustled out the door calling to her husband, "Remember, when you put him in the seat that he's face up!"

E.G: Renovated, not-so new and improved, but much more clear!

Disclaimer: Victor Hugo, People! He's the owner! Blame him!

Also (Here's a first) I don't own Fiddler on the Roof.