They laid the revolution out for the pair like complex blue-prints equipped with an immense amount of explaining. Enjoras was the one who taught them about their strategies of treason while Grantaire, Eponine, and Marius held their own commentary. But when Louise demanded that she help and Tristen jumped in as well Grantaire became fired up.

"No." Grantaire slammed his fist against the table they gathered around.

"She will not be joining the us or the revolution. It's too dangerous!"

"Why are you deciding for me?" Louise was offended by his words depicting her as a helpless little lamb.

"Because you could get hurt." Grantaire looked at her without blinking, a wave of sternness washing over him.

"I am going to join." She replied, glaring back at him.

"Grantaire calm down." Marius mediated the two.

"Yes," Eponine added, "And why are you so riled up about her joining?"

"I already explained," Grantaire spoke hysterically, "She could get hurt if we let her join."

"Well what about Tristen?" Louise contradicted.

"He's fine, I suppose." Grantaire replied, his speech slowing.

"You care an awful lot of Louise..." Enjoras said, getting the look in his eyes when he was evaluating someone.

"I-" Grantaire started, but stopped himself. He was getting exceptionally fired up about Louise.

"I don't know."

He looked around at expecting gazes, feeling his face heat up rapidly.

"I have to go." Grantaire muttered and fumbled out of his chair.

Marius cleared his throat because something strange was occurring in his life. Was his good friend falling for his little baby sister? She's only fifteen for gods sake! He needed to calm down, he shouldn't be getting all bothered when he didn't even know the facts of why Grantaire was acting that way. He was especially confused because of their age and temperament difference. Another needle of worry pierced him when he began to wonder if Louise liked Grantaire as well.

Thoughts fluttered within Enjoras's mind, drafting battle strategies in his head only for them to be tossed out. He couldn't concentrate, not with other complications creating wreckage in his mind. Eponine, he knew she was still angry with him, but how was he supposed to make up his complete betrayal of her? Enjoras sighed and used the back of his hand to gently knock on her door.

"Who-" But before she could finish her question Enjoras spoke.

"It's Enjoras, I wanted to talk."

"Please." He begged, even if he completely resenting having to plead someone for something.

Eponine violently swung the door open, "Only because you asked nicely and said please." She retorted sarcastically.

"You know you used to turn to me for help in the past." He said, quietly shutting the door behind him.

She darted her eyes at him, aiming for the heart, "You realize I could kill you right now with any object in this room, don't you?"

"And that was a long time ago," She said, easily making an excuse.

"Eponine, listen to me." Enjoras said, feeling as if he was battling a two front war.

"Why should I?" She shook her head.

"Because you're the only family I have and I don't want to loose you." He said desperately, trying his best to appeal to her emotions.

"Aren't the students in the revolution your family too? Shouldn't you be focusing on them?" She replied, trying to avoid their inevitable conversation.

"This is a different sort of family." Enjoras stood eye to eye with her, but still allowing a reasonable amount of space between them.

"Knowing that you're mad at me puts a nervous ache into my chest."

"I don't know why." Eponine crossed her arms, looking into his cinnamon eyes.

"Just let me apologize for gods sake!" He said sternly, but still managed to slip out a chuckle.

"I shouldn't have done what I did that night…"

"You were terrible." She admitted, sadness emerging on her face.

Enjoras blinked at the forwardness of her words, but after all it was Eponine.

"You betrayed me." She added, furrowing her eyebrows together.

"I know." He sighed, agreeing that he did in fact, do something horrible to her.

"I'm sorry." He started, "No, look at me."

Eponine's head rose from staring at the carpeted floor, her dark eyes were shimmering with the last sliver of trust she had in him.

"I am so, so sorry Eponine." He chocked out, "Please forgive me."

She shrugged her shoulders, "Everyone makes bad choices."

"You aren't the only one who regrets something they did that night." Eponine said with a shaky voice.

Eponine began to cry, or rather she started to sob into her hand.

"What?" He questioned and she shook her head viciously.

"You need to tell me Eponine."

"I've done something terrible too," She collected herself a bit, "Knowingly and willingly."

"What did you do?" He placed a solace hand on her shoulder, "Please don't cry, just tell me."

"I will never turn away from you. I'm the same Enjoras as always." He looked her directing in the eyes and promised her.

"And I'm the same Eponine as always," She said darkly.

"You aren't alone here."

"I helped my father and his bastard gang steal from Marius…" Eponine said with shame written in her expression.

"At the ball, when everyone was busy dancing and drinking I gave the signal and unlocked the door for them."

Eponine let out a heavy sigh, "Even satan will condemn me now, I've help steal from someone I love."

"Eponine why would you do this?" He wasn't angry, just curious.

"I may not work for him regularly, but Gavroche does, and nothing has dropped him from beating him before. I was afraid for the people I care about." She confessed.

"Thank you for protecting us."

"Mostly," She added, "I was mostly protecting you."

"What?" Enjoras was puzzled about her ambiguous statement.

"What do you think?" She asked and suddenly he saw the filthy street-muddled girl he had met such a long time ago.

Around one year ago…

"Eponine why are you even here?" Enjoras asked the strange girl who often hung around the revolutionary crowd, trying to piece together her story.

"I come here to sit down at a relatively clean table, drink murky water and get your advice." Eponine replied as mordant as ever.

"I mean with the revolution. Aside from trailing Marius. I know you're pretty under all that dirt and you speak like you have an education." He reasoned with her.

She had a perplexed look before asking, "You really don't know?"

"Do you know my last name?"

She watched Enjoras shake his head, he did not.

"My full name is Eponine Thenardier." She spoke and watched as his shoulders became stiff and his eyes unnaturally wide.

"You're, you're his daughter?" Enjoras gaped, leaning forward in his chair to inspect her face for common family features.

"Thieving since birth." Eponine remarked, quite amused by his reaction.

"Is this a joke? But you're so, so good…" He said, still trying to solve the equation in his head.

"That's kind of the point." She said, "I don't like my father, I despise him."

"So the revolution is just some sort of detox for you?" He paused, making another realization, "Please tell me Marius knows, because if not I don't know if I can do much for you."

"How do you think I met him?" She laughed boisterously.

"I was supposed to choose someone to chat up and pickpocket, and I chose him as a target with his fancy bag and shoes," Eponine explained, "But, it didn't work out, he was much too lovely to rob he even treated someone like me graciously."

"Then thieving, do you still-"

"Yes I still do it." She replied.

"My father nearly snaps my neck every time I try to refuse." She clarified, "So I do want to stop, but I don't."

"Why do you want to quit?" He continued to question this interesting character.

"Because it's bad, and because I know it's bad and I still do it. Sometimes it eats away my insides, but I've become very numb to the feeling."

"You probably think down on me now…" She glanced over to her friend.

"No," He replied easily, "Not everyone is born fortunate."

"Any more questions?"

"Have you ever killed anyone?" He asked, allowing his interest to get carried away.

Eponine bit down on her lip as an immediate reaction.

"You don't have to answer…" Enjoras said, regretting his intrusive behavior.

"Once when I was 16." Eponine answered and her voice shook with anger, "And my father applauded me."

"You don't want to know how or you might loose your last meal."

She looked at him with crazed eyes hiding sadness, "I don't want to be a monster."

"You don't need to worry about that," He said and knelt in front of her, "You won't, because you don't want to."

Louise had a boulder weighing down on her shoulder. Maybe she was just being optimistic, but she was fairly certain that Grantaire's love for Eponine wasn't right. Which was something that she had to set right. For selfish reasons, perhaps, but she had been rather selfless in the duration of this entire string of unfortunate events. And quite frankly she was sick of waiting around, sometimes she just wanted to drag Grantaire off to their secret place and slap some sense into him. He was such an idiot for being blind to the fact that he was trying to relive the past.

She slouched back in her chair, peering out the window of her bedroom. The streets of Paris would be crowded by now, she could almost smell the fresh bread that would have been baking all morning. Louise wanted so badly to go out and walk the streets even though she once despised it. Someone must have somehow changed her mind.

"Will you go to that place with me?" Louise asked at the foot of his door. Grantaire just started back at her before getting up and walking past her.

"Yeah," He said solemnly, "let's go."

She looked at his back, curious to why he wouldn't turn towards her.

Grantaire wouldn't speak for the entire way there, his thoughts were jumbled together, still conflicted about what happened earlier this morning. He didn't know what to think, it was like there were two different people within him, and one desperately wanted to protect Louise. When they reached their shared sanctuary they sat in the grass side by side, feeling the branches of the willow tree against their backs. The water was clear, providing their wavy reflections in it's clarity.

"I wanted to talk with you." Louise said finally.

"I figured that much." Grantaire said, still refusing to turn to her.

"Will you listen?"

Grantaire shrugged, passive aggressive as always.

Louise groaned out of frustration, "It's about Eponine! Do you," She started, "Do you really love her?"

"Why do you insist on prying these things open!" He ran his finger through his curly hair, he was just as frustrated as she was.

"Because this isn't healthy! You don't love her." She grabbed his shoulder forcing him to look her in the eyes, "You still love Josephine."

"How do you know?" He scoffed.

"You can't relive the past!"

"I'm not trying to do that!" Grantaire yelled back, irritated that she would bring up such a painful subject.

"Then prove it, tell me you don't like Eponine because she reminds you of her."

"I…" He said, his words trailing off.

"That's what I thought." Louise said.

"She reminds me of her, yes, but I'm trying to recreate the past. I'm not trying to resurrect her."

"Eponine is just so similar…" He shook his head.

"Do you still love Josephine?" She asked, partly out of curiosity and partly for her own agenda.

"That was a long time ago," Grantaire said and glanced over to her, "A lot has changed."

"Please don't fall in love with Eponine." She begged pathetically.

"Why do you even care so much!" He said, ignoring her plead.

"Why are saying such ridiculous things?" He asked more calmly.

Grantaire waited for a response and Louise shoved her face into her hands, trying to assert some self control. She sighed deeply, and gripped her knees with her hands, completely unsure of what would come spilling out of her mouth.

"Louise." Grantaire called to her, concerned, oh god, concerned. As he always seemed to be with Louise.

"You want to know why?" She stood up and shadowed over him, "It's because I've been thinking of everyone else's well being that I'm acting like this, but I'm going to be selfish this one time."

She locked sorry eyes with him, "Please just let me selfish this one time."

"Just this once," She said and he nodded, confused at the strange aura of her words.

"I especially don't want you to love her because I believe I have, so dangerously, fallen for you Grantaire. I don't know why, I just know." Louise spoke then swiftly turned away to prevent seeing his reaction.

"And having you love her would be unbearable."

Grantaire stood behind her and twisted her around so her amber eyes, that were flooded with pain, were resting on him. He stared at her in awe and she gaped back at him, still looking very distressed. They remained there, for quite sometime, simply look at each other in silence. Finding it impossible to communicate anything they wished to say in words. Louise felt her feelings for him drop into his stomach and her head dropped down, and she was staring at the grass. Grantaire frowned, and suddenly gathered her up into his arms, supporting her weakening knees.

"I'm very glad you told me." He said, resting his chin on her golden head of hair.

"And I'm very glad you listened." She replied, feeling his warmth wrapping comfortably around her body.

Louise breathed heavily, feeling herself grow to like him even more.

Aside from the worrying of his sister plaguing Marius's thoughts he wondered about Eponine. She made him question everything. She was a mystery with a bad attitude wrapped within a face that was a bit too pretty. He groaned, there were more pressing things to be thinking about and he chooses Eponine. His comrades were in prison cells and he chose Eponine. Marius bite his lip, she was mad at him at the moment. Gladly, not as mad as she was at Enjoras.

His face flushed heavily as he remembered what that bastard did to her right in front of him. And she had just fooled around with Grantaire as well, it seemed that he was the only one who hasn't kissed Eponine yet. Even his own damn brother had! Jealously raced through his blood as he frantically paced around his room. He stormed out and roughly slammed his door, shaking the walls of the hallway.

"Eponine!" Marius pounded on her door.

"What?" Enjoras answered his yelling, "What are you doing here?"

Marius was taken back by him in Eponine's room, but then again he had caught them in the same bed.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, "Isn't she still furious at you?"

"She holds grudges you know." Marius added.

Eponine quickly shoved Enjoras aside, "I do not." She snapped backed.

"I forgave him." She said, then gestured for him to come in.

"What do you need? Come crawling to apologize like that bastard too?" She said with a throaty chuckle.

"Yes…" Marius admitted.

"I'm really sorry for getting angry for something stupid."

"You're right." Eponine said, "It was stupid. But it's okay Marius." She said, letting him off easy.

"About Cosette," He began and quickly glanced at Enjoras, "I found out that she's leaving for England."

"Is she really?" Enjoras chimed in, just as surprised as Eponine was.

"Yes, she told me at the ball after I told her," Marius began, but was cut off by Eponine.

"Are you going to be okay?" She questioned, "You love her."

Marius's mouth fell open, but he was interrupted before he could contradict her statement.

"Marius," Tristen called, then stopped when he spotted the group in Eponine's room.

"I can't find Louise anywhere," He said, "And Grantaire seems to be missing too."

"Is it just me," Marius started, "Or is something happening between them?"

"Ugh," Tristen rolled his eyes, "Stop hovering."

"I'm her older brother it's my job!" He replied, crossing his arms.

"I'm her brother too and I don't give a damn." Tristen said, looking at Eponine and Enjoras for support.

"Louise has got a puppy crush on Grantaire." Enjoras broke under the pressure.

"Enjoras!" Eponine scolded.

"Whatever," Tristen sighed, "Father just wants to talk with us Marius."

"Why?" Marius asked, dreading another family meeting.

"Not sure, something about a robbery." He replied, shrugging his shoulders.

Eponine gulped, exchanging a petrified glance with Enjoras.

A/N: Hello, pretty consistent lately eh? Please enjoy this :)