AN: Sorry about the wait! I have the next couple chapters down in a spiral, and I have for a couple weeks or so now, but I've just been either too busy or too lazy to get my butt in gear and actually transcribe any of it onto the computer and post it.

'Ponine's description in this is, like Enjy's, influenced by several different things. This time, it doesn't really involve DA, though. This time, it's her description in the Brick combined with my own imagination combined with Samantha Barks combined with the actress I saw in the role, Briana Carlson-Goodman, though Briana's influence is basically just in the curl in her hair.

On a somewhat unrelated sidenote, Briana's lips really make me think of Rosario Dawson. I mean, like, looking at her picture in the program, her whole face just has that kind of same general shape and stuff as Rosario, but it is without a single doubt the fullness and shape of her lips that really makes me think she looks like Rosario. Like, they could almost be sisters, even, I think.

There I go, rambling again, haha! I'm sorry, I can't help myself sometimes, but I'll shut up now!

DISCLAIMER: Who am I?...Who am I? Not Hugo, Boublil, or Schönberg, that's for sure! XD

Enjolras finally settled on Toulouse as his final destination. When he was strong enough to travel, Éponine brought him his vest and tricolor sash along with the flag. He put the vest and sash on, then put the flag in a haversack with his journal, bundle of papers, some food, and a canteen of water.

"Do you really have to go?" Éponine asked as he was preparing to leave the convent. Enjolras sighed. "'Ponine," he said, "we've discussed this already. I'll be wanted by la force, it's not safe for me in Paris anymore."

"But you promised to protect me when I became a little girl again. You promised, Enjolras, you promised!" she cried. He put his arms around her. "Be at peace, Éponine," he said. "I made you a promise that I intend to keep. I am a man of my word."

"You shall come with me, Ma'mselle Gamine," he said. She looked up in surprise. "I shall?" she asked. He nodded. "If you wish," he replied.

A grin spread across her face. "Oh, Enjolras!" she cried, throwing her arms around his neck. "Merci, merci, merci!" She then began to babble excitedly in rapid French, her words slurring together to the point that he could hardly understand what she was on about.

"Éponine!" he interrupted. She looked up at him, her eyes even wider than normal. "Oui?" she said breathlessly.

"Ground rules," he said. She nodded. "One, stay out of my personal effects. We wouldn't want a repeat of the acorn incident, now, would we?"
"No, most certainly not!"

"Exactly. Next, don't question my methods. If I tell you we're taking a detour, don't ask why, just go with it, I have my reasons for what I do. And, truth be told, that's all I've got so far, but if I think of anything else, I'll let you know."

She nodded. "Alright," she said. "Just so long as you let me do things independently unless I ask for help and...don't...uh...touch hat, don't touch my hat!" She put a hand on top of her head, holding it in place and grinning at him. Enjolras chuckled as he nodded. "Fair enough," he said, offering his hand. "Deal?" he asked. She took his hand and shook it. "Deal," she said.

Slinging the haversack over his shoulder, Enjolras offered her his arm. "Shall we then?" he asked. Éponine smiled, linking her arm with his. "Let's," she replied. And with that, they left the convent and set off down the street together.

After several hours of walking, they came to a stream and stopped to rest. Éponine laughed as she splashed her face with water. Enjolras grinned. "What's so funny?" he asked. She shook her head.

"Nothing," she said. "It's just that this is the closest thing to a bath I've had in Lord-only-knows how long! I'd almost forgotten what it was like to not have dirt all over my face!"

Enjolras chuckled, then looked up at the sky. "It's almost dark," he said, more to himself than to her. "Hope you don't mind sleeping on the ground," he said half-jokingly. Éponine merely rolled her eyes and splashed him playfully.

"Please, Enjolras, you think a little camping will put me off? I've had worse lodgings before, trust me," she said wryly. Enjolras frowned. "But we don't have any lodgings," he pointed out.

She shot him a look that seemed to say, "Exactly."

He blinked.

Later, when he woke up in the middle of the night, he took the chance to really look at her for the first time.

She had a heart shaped face with fairly soft features and brown hair that went just past her shoulders in a mess of tangled curl. Her eyelashes were long and thick, and she had long slender fingers with long, somewhat gangly limbs and sharp knees and elbows. When she crossed her arms, those pointy elbows seemed to kind of jut out from her slender hourglass figure in a slightly awkward-looking manner.

Her dirty fingernails were both dull and ragged at the same time, both long and short all at once. The skin of her knuckles was red and raw much more than it should have been at her age, and her palms had callouses that they shouldn't have had while she was so young. She had high cheekbones and a gently sloping jawline. Even before washing the dirt off earlier, he'd been able to see that the pale face behind it was a pretty one.

Her wide eyes, closed now as she slept, were a combination of two earthy colors; a dull brown on the edges that melted into a grayish-green color as it moved towards the center.

Enjolras sighed and fell back onto the grass closing his eyes and letting his arms fall above his head in the same motion that removed the leather cord from his hair. Two of his fingers hooked around something. Opening his eyes and looking above himself, he saw that it was the stem of a dandelion.

He turned over onto his stomach and plucked it from the ground, studying it for several moments, the stem twined between his fingers. Closing his eyes, he brought it close to his lips and blew gently, then watched the seeds dance away into the night on the soft summer breeze.

When the last one vanished into the darkness, Enjolras stretched back out again, putting his hands behind his head and slowly drifting back to sleep.

AN: For some reason, when I did the handwritten rough draft of this, I ended up really, REALLY proud of the ending from "Two of his fingers..." up until that very last sentence. I don't know why, I just was and I still am. If anybody is able to figure out why that might be, please let me know, because I cannot, for the life of me, figure it out, and I would REALLY like to have a possible reason or two or, if at all possible, more than two. I'm just majorly confused about why I'm most proud of that specific part, so seriously, if you guys have some possible thoughts as to why that might be, please, PLEASE tell me what it is!

Love & hugs,

PS: I hope that the description of 'Ponine's eye color wasn't too confusing to anybody! If any part of it, any part at all, even the smallest little detail of that, didn't make sense, please DO NOT hesitate to ask me for a clarification on whatever part it was, because I have an absolutely beautiful image in my mind's eye of what this color combination looks like and what the colors themselves are, and I want to transfer that image to you guys as clearly as I possibly can. :)