It is after the rebllion and the Rest of the French fear that another Rebellion will start if certain people are apprehended. (i.e all who survived) And now the Survivors of Les amies are wanted Fugitives. Make new Ocs to help continue the Journey or keep your old friends and have them make even more trouble!

Joly sat in the back of a coach, his hands tightly cuffed behind his back and a black rag tied over his eyes. He leaned against the side of the coach, listening to any sounds made by the horses or men at the front of the carriage. He smacked his head against the wooden side, cursing himself quietly. He had been trying to re-wrap a wound on his leg when the soldiers had found him. They arrested him on the spot, cuffing his hands and tossing him in the back of the coach. Suddenly, the coach jerked to a stop, causing the medical student to fall face-first out of his seat. He lay still for a moment, and then frowned. He heard voices, rather confused voices.

Suddenly, he heard the back doors of the coach open, and felt a rough hand grab him by his shirt collar and haul him out of the back. He was forced onto his knees, and he felt something cold against his temple.

"Oi! Stop fighting or the boy gets it!" He heard a gruff voice say. Joly stiffened, cursing silently. He was being used as a bargaining chip? Today could not get any worse. Suddenly, a loud gun shot went off, and the grip on his shoulder loosened. He felt another hand on his shoulder, softer and gentler.

"Come on now! Run if you want to live!" A gruff voice said. Joly frowned under his blindfold, but followed blindly, stumbling like mad.

Moments later, the two stopped. Joly figured they were in a large building, because of the sound echoing around slightly. His blindfold was pulled off, and he blinked rapidly to clear the blinding light. A startled gasp shot through the room, and Joly realized there was more than one person in the room.

"Joly?!" Grantaire exclaimed, staggering back a few feet.

Everyone was miles away from the barracaide as they approched then open country side...Kaylee had her gun and the ammo in her pocket... The horses all began to tire and slowed as they stopped by a smaller clearing that had water and a fairly good sized pond. they panted and then stopped they were all too tired to continue....

"Mon dieu! Grantaire!" Joly said, embracing the drunk. The student laughed quietly, shaking his head and staggering until he hit a wall. A soft sob came from the corner of the room, and Joly looked up.

"Gavroche? Mon dieu what happened?" He exclaimed, rushing over to the boys side. Grantaire sighed, shaking his head.

"Armel got his hands on the boy. God know's how long he's had him." He said, watching the urching tremble, eyes wide as saucers.

Cecile slid off Opa, untacked her and sat down. She still hadn't stopped crying. Eponine slid of Sam and put her arm around her.

"Ssh, come on, it's ok" she soothed.

Kaylee dismounted helping Enjloras down as she took off Tore's bridle petting his neck as she cried silently...

"Tore don't leave us, he's gone Andre's not gonna come back..." she muttered under her breath to the gelding...

"Okay we need to res the horses, do inventory and people check, Cecile, Alissia, and I are open medics...." She announced as she began to wash her face in the small pool of a lake.

Enjolras dismounted and folded his arms, staring down at his feet. "Did we just do the right thing?" he asked aloud, to no one in particular.

"So...where are the others?" Joly asked, keeping his finger's busy by cleaning Gavroche's wounds. Grantaire looked up sadly and shrugged.

"I have no idea. Last I saw they were running off on horse back, just as the barricade crumbled."

"I don't know," said Cecile, "But if the authorities find us, we're all dead." she said bluntly.

"Here's to being positive." said Eponine sarcastically.

Rob slid off Alissia held onto him as he slid down taking her wiht him she let go as her legs hit the ground Alissia looked at Kaylee who hadn't stopped crying either Rob came up behind her and hugged her.

"Kay, it'll be okay i promise your man is too stupid to know how to die..." He laughed as she smiled slightly. "Oh Robby this is Cecile's man and my charge... Enjloras who is bleeding out his side and i am happy i have a slight kleptomatic side and took crap..." She said as she pulled out needles tweezers anteseptic and bandages from her chain mail bodice.

"Okay Enjloras is it lodged or scratched..." she said cleaning out the wound.

"Lodged..." he murmured, not even particularily caring about the wound right now.

"What happened to Pontmercy?" asked Cecile.

"I neither know nor care." said Eponine simply.

"Mon dieu, she's over him! Alleluja!" yelled Cecile happily, throwing up her arms.

Gavroche had begun to sob softly, buring his face into his sleeve. Joly looked quizically at Grantaire, who huffed and stood up.

"He's been like that ever since I found him. He...He's not the same." Grantaire said quietly, looking out the window of the building. Joly sighed, resting his hand on 'Vroche's back.

"Shh...it's alright Gav. Everything's alright." He said quietly.

"N-no it-its not." Gavroche said, stumbling over his words. "I hav-haven't seen Ponine i-in for-forever..." He said, taking quick shuddering breaths.

She sighed removing it with out much care to the pain at this point it was function or cry, she'd rather function... she cleaned again flushing out everyhitng then proceeded to wrap his side...

"Okay your good to go..." she said quietly as Samuel trudged over to her nickering softly as if apologizing for not being being enough... she pet his face as she cried again. Samuel sat doen by her and nickered again licking her face for the salt...

"You are eihter human or like freaking Rob!" She sighed. Her breaht was boderline sobbing then she began to grab her knife and cleaned it on the grass.

(daaaaw!)

"Mon dieu!" said Eponine suddenly, "Gavroche? Where is he! Gavroche? Did he come with us?"

"Non, I don't think so!" said Cecile

"Merde! Ali, he was with you, where could he be?" Eponine said frantically.

Alissia hugged her knees.

"Last i saw him he had a message that he said wouldn't scar so they will try again... on his arm and then he was alive so i doubt much has changed Ponine, he's most likely alive still and they probably punished him after all he helped me get awayt and keep this..."

she said pulling out her pistol.

Enjolras sighed and sunk to the ground, putting his head in his hands. What would happen now?

Joly stood up after trying to calm down Gav, walking over to Grantaire.

"We need to find the others." He said quietly. Grantaire shook his head.

"This building is the safest place for us right now. I've been listening. None of them have been captured..." He said, his voice trailing off. Joly frowned, then sighed and walked back to Gavroche. He caught sight of the boy's arm and paled.

"Mon dieu..." He said, tacing his fingers over the chicken scratch scars. Gavroche winced, trembling uncontrolably.

Kaylee sighed huffing as she leaned back into the cool grass.

Rob saw her shutting down.

"Baise, Kaylee, don't do this NOW!" he said slightly angry.

"If you shut down on us now we are screwed!" He said as she listlessly looked up at the sky.

"and..." was all she said in a monotone voice.

Armel stood infront of the fallen barricade, laughing to himself. He kicked the ribs of a fallen student, hearing the satifying crunch of a broken rib. He grinned, watching his men sort through the dead, shooting any that were still alive.

It was then that Alissia ran to a bush and proceeded to loose her lunch...

Rob sighed running his hand through his hair.

"Kay, not now don't do this now...." He growled as she began to shut down.

"Leve me alone already Rob..." She said in a robotic voice not even moving.

"I-I want to go back and get Andre's body." said Cecile, who got up and mounted Opa. "I promised I wouldn't leave him, and I can't break it."

She turned her mare around and gallopped back.

When she got there, she slid off and told Opa to stay put. She then, ventured off to look for his body. She glanced sadly at the cafe where, only that morning, she and Eponine had woken up and joked, and she had beaten the crap out of Marius. She stepped over bodies of other fallen rebels in her search.

At that point Jesse was sneaking through the rubble and SAw Cecile and then he saw Andre's body. He whistled in a bird's tune and getting erh attention he pointed to Andre's body...

A soldier had seen Cecile, and had lifted his gun to shoot her. He then sighed, shaking his head and walking in the other direction, humming a quiet tune.

00o00

Joly paced around, periodically checking on Gavroche.

"I can't stand not knowing where they are Grantaire! We need to find them!" He shouted, causing Gavroche to shrink back and whimper.

"Joly...You can go if you want, but I won't be saving your skin again."

Enjolras looked at the incredibly sad group before him, stood up, and proceeded to walk away from them, in the opposing direction from which they had just come. He breathed in the air, attempting to clear his mind and start thinking logically again.

"Jesse!" she whispered excitedly, "Help me bring him back! Opa's by the cafe, but I won't be able to lift him by myself!"

Joly rolled his eyes, pulling a long jacket off the wall and grabbing a hat.

"I'll be back..." He sighed, openning the door and walking out. He passed by the barricade and stopped, feeling tears well up in his eyes.

Jesse nodded and picked up Andre's body easily as he walked over to her uber quietly and loaded the boy on Opa. They were by the cafe.

"Well who made it and how do i get back unless i run wiht you and Opa..." He muttered.

Joly walked a little closer, taking off the hat and looking around. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He heard voices, causing him to jump and hide behind a fallen section of the barricade.

"You can ride Opa, she's a big girl. Quite a few of us are safe. There's me, Eponine, Kaylee, Ali, Enjolras, Rob, Grantaire last time I saw him, and we have no clue where Joly and Gavroche are."" Cecile said, ticking her friends off on her fingers as she mountd.

"Come on then, get on!"

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