Butterfly on a Rose

I don't own Les Miz or X-Men or any of the songs.

SUMMARY:

The rebels get some volunteers at the barricade. Only they are not what they seem…

"Was that really necessary?" asked Enjolras with amusement as both teams of rebels watched the men run back to their commander with sheer terror written on their faces.

Sapphire Butterfly shrugged. "It was either that or I kill them," she stated in a matter-of-fact voice before turning to direct two members of her squadron who had ventured out to bring buckets of water for the teams to drink and wash themselves. "Inside," she barked and the two girls scuttled to do as ordered.

"Enjolras?" called Grantaire, sober for once. "Can you come over here for a moment?"

The leader of the university students walked over to where the men slept to see half of his fighters were waiting for him. Joly, Combeferre, Feuilly, Courfeyrac, Jean Prouvaire and Lesgles were among the small group.

"Alright, now be on your way!" shouted Lesgles, shooing away the group with a wave of his hands. Everyone except Courfeyrac, Grantaire and Combeferre were left now.

Grantaire wasted no time barging into what had been on everyone's minds.

"So we've noticed that you and the little lass with the big voice are getting cozy." It was a statement, not a question. Enjolras opened his mouth to speak, but Courfeyrac continued on.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, Enjolras," he soothed the ruffle feathered leader. "We were all betting on whether or not you would go out with Adelle- the prostitute who is always arguing with that beggar woman- or Maelie, that pretty waitress."

"It's time that you found yourself a woman!" cheered Combeferre happily. "Now you'll truly be a man!"

Enjolras looked puzzled at this comment, causing the other three men to chuckle.

"What are you three fools talking about?" asked a baffled Enjolras, only making the others laugh harder.

"You'll no longer be a virgin! Now that's what being a man is truly about!" chortled Grantaire, slapping Enjolras' back hard enough to send the blushing leader to the ground. He lay there, stunned for a moment before his friend's words finally sunk in. He shook his head to clear away the cobwebs that were suddenly forming across his mind.

"I am not looking for sex!" he finally found his tongue to say before standing and stalking off.

~xoXox~

Meanwhile, Sapphire Butterfly was having a strangly similar conversation with Kitty, her second in command and Julie, Kitty's close friend.

"Come on, it's obvious that he likes you!" groaned Julie, shocked at how narrow minded their leader was being. "Besides, it will be nice to see you settled down for once."

"What do you mean by 'settled down'?" cried Sapphire Butterfly, letting her calm, deadpan exterior slide to show her true self. Underneath her unfeeling mask, Ekaterina Shishlyannikov was a young woman who had been swindled of her girlhood; forced to grow up quickly; forced to do things that would terrify even the most hardened criminal. "There's so much I want to do, places I want to travel to, things I want to experience; I'm not ready to settle down- if what you're implying means getting married and having children. I'm too young to be a mother- I'm just not ready to have children yet!"

"I'm not saying that you're going to have sex!" protested Kitty, crossing her arms. "You are a stunning young lady- it would be a crime if a man didn't show interest in you!"

Ekaterina shrugged as she wrapped her blood red shawl around her shoulders more. It was nearing nighttime, and she got cold easily, because of her mutation.

The pint sized assassin sighed heavily as she found herself dwelling on her past, when she had learned that she was a mutant. She was around fourteen or so, and was out on a walk. Ekaterina grew up in a small, rural town in Russia, so when she was shot, she was shocked to say in the least. But her wounds closed right up and she screamed loudly. That scream had killed the assassin who had been sent to kill her and her family. Apparently, her parents were (once upon another time) assassins for rival countries. When they met, it had been love at first sight, so they ran off and got married. Fifteen years later, their past had caught up with them, killing their other four children and themselves. Ekaterina was the only survivor.

And so she set out to kill the organization that had her family murdered.

Their names were still branded into her mind.

The name of the assassination group was Smertelʹnyy Otryad Ubiystvo Zmei.