The sun was barely awake itself, the light of dawn scarcely visible through the window slats. All of his friends were there, some fidgeting, other's barely able to contain their excitement. He had been awake the rest of the night, furiously sewing together what was left of the rosettes, more confident than ever that the revolution would now happen and that he and his friends would be the ones to bring about that new freedom everyone in Paris so desperately craved.

He vaguely recalled Eponine leaving shortly after Gavroche showed up, the pair of them walking off together and while he found it out, he had simply assumed that they knew each other and hadn't given it another thought, his mind to full of thoughts for the future to leave space for anything else.

"When will it start?"

Combeferre's voice of reason broke through the murmur of others, everyone stilling in their conversations to listen to the man now standing up in front of them. Besides Enjolras himself, this was the one man who thought first before acting on his impulses. From his stance Enjolras knew that the next words from Combeferre's mouth wouldn't be good ones and he stepped back a few paces to give him room.

"Pardon my negative thoughts but so what? A man died and while the people are likely to rise up in anger, what if they don't? I do not want to run head first into death if something else could be done."

His tone was even, no anger in his words but in his face his emotions could be seen. Fear, confusion, hope, trust, it was all there and it gave Enjolras hope that he had men like this with him to fight with.

Walking forward he placed a hand on his friends shoulder, addressing him and the others.

"Lamarque's funeral will be in a week's time, that's when we will fight. In that week we will rally together our fellow countrymen and help them see the new world that could be."

Already he could feel the familiar drive and want rise up in him as he talked, his movements more animated, more energetic as he searched the faces in front of him. He could see the doubt in all of them but also the resolution to make a difference.

"This isn't a game anymore, this isn't time to waver about the descion to be made, you are either here with me or you aren't. I would hold nothing against anyone who wanted to leave because I understand that it is all so much more real now but isn't it better that way? We can change things for the people of Paris and now finally the time has come."

A brief moment of silence followed his speech and then the room erupted into talk of how to gather weapons, where to place their barricade and how to gain support from fellow brothers and sisters of Paris. A smile was on his face and his heart was overflowing with joy and hope and for the first time that night, Eponine came into his mind.

"I didn't know you knew 'em."

Eponine frowned, kicking at the dirt from her spot on the stoop of the abandoned church not far from her home. Gavroche was running around in circles, pretending to defeat the whole army of France as he pestered her about last night.

"I already told you, I don't know him. I was trying to get out of the rain and went there. How was I supposed to know he would be there?"

She smacked at him as he ran by and he smiled, sticking his tongue out at her when she missed him. She didn't know him did she? One night sitting with a man sewing ribbons or whatever those things had been was surely not anything to count as getting to know someone. He had been nice sure, and she had noticed him staring, the questions in his eyes that he was too nice to ask. It had been nice; to sit there and have the distraction but the thought hit her again, sending a wave of pain through her body. He hadn't been Marius. No one would ever measure up to the man who she still felt such great emotions for. Marius was her breath, her life, her reason for waking up with the tinniest bit of hope that this awful life she lived could be changed and yet he still felt nothing towards her.

The rock near her foot went flying as she kicked it, the anger that was welling up in her coming out as it flew through the air, landing not far from where her brother ran about on the street.

"Hey 'ponine. Did Marius tell you that he is gonna fight in that revolution? I overheard him talking to that pretty blonde and she has to leave or somethin' and he can't be without her. It was real mushy…hey 'ponine!"

Gavroche yelled after his sister but it didn't matter, Eponine was already long gone and running to find the boy she desperately cared for to tell him not to fight.

A/N: Sorry this took so long and that it's kinda long but it's here! I promise more E/E will develop in the chapters to come but it isn't quite time for it yet. As always, leave reviews so I can continue to improve and write what you like.