AN: OKAY, SO WHO ELSE HAS SEEN THE MOVIE SO FAR?! I went THE DAY IT CAME OUT, and OH MY GOD. I have exactly three words for you, people:

Ho. Lee. Barricade.

AND SO, since I've kind of hit a wall with Someone Who Touches my Life, and I've had this idea rattling around in my head for awhile now, I decided that to celebrate the movie's release, Christmas, the new year, AND the world not ending after all, I would put this up for my readers, friends, fellow Enjonine shippers, so on and so forth.

And yes, I seriously just called them Enjonine. I mean, seriously, people, why do we call them E/E? Enjonine would work just as well if not better, and plus, I think it has sort of a nice ring to it, that it rolls off the tongue pretty nicely, don't you? So from now on, I'm going to be calling them Enjonine. Feel free to start using it yourself if you want, that's why I'm telling you about it, and if you don't like it, then whatever, just don't use it, and don't come whining and complaining about it to me, it's not my problem if you don't like what I came up with, the back button is located in the top left corner of your screen, feel free to use it at any time, that's what it's there for.

NOW, as for the rest of you, yes; I know this prologue is a sad one, and yes; I know that the word "celebrate" usually entails happiness and joy and whatnot. This is how things started in my mind, though, and that's not my fault, it just happens to be what my brain conjured up, I had no control over it, okay? I'm sorry if it depresses you or something, and for those of you who are negatively affected by it and/or have negative reactions to it, again, the back button is located in the top left corner of your screen, so feel free to use it at any time, because again, that's what it's there for. Whatever you do, though, NO FLAMES, BECAUSE I'LL JUST USE THEM TO ROAST MARSHMALLOWS AND MAKE S'MORES! And warm up, because it's REALLY cold down here right now, and to be totally honest, I'm not sure that should even be possible, because I'm in MOTHER FRACKING TEXAS, for the love of Tveitjolras!

Oh, and one more thing. I know that in SWTmL, I described Enjy's hair as being blonde and hanging down to about his shoulders and usually tied back with a leather cord, but I just loved Aaron Tveit SO much that I had to incorporate his appearance into how I picture Enjy SOMEhow, and I absolutely ADORED how his hair was all curly in the movie, so I decided to use that as my way of working him into my mental Enjy image. :)

Anyway, I'm rambling again, so I'll just do one more thing and then shut up and let you read, kk?



Éponine stood by silently, hugging herself as her tears began to dry, teeth chattering uncontrollably not because she was cold, but because she was scared and in pain, both emotionally and physically. Her little brother was dead. Her best friend had been badly wounded, then mysteriously disappeared. And now this. The man she'd fallen in love with crying out in agonized pain as Joly worked frantically to stop the bleeding from the three bullet wounds he'd recieved during the battle. As for Éponine herself, she'd also gotten hit at some point, though not anywhere near as badly as any of the boys, not including Joly, who'd spent most of the fight putting his medical knowledge into play by trying in vain to save his wounded friends' lives.

When Éponine had been hit, the bullet hadn't actually entered her body anywhere. Rather, it had grazed her arm, tearing the fabric of her oversized coat and the dirty blouse underneath and nicking the skin on her shoulder. Joly had tried to insist on treating it for her, but she'd taken the bandages from him and placed one hand on his chest to push him away, firmly and adamantly telling him that she was fine and could take care of it herself, for she'd had much worse in the past, and that the other students needed him far more than she did at the moment, so he should go and do what he could for them. He'd agreed with this, and so after giving her something to rub on the cut before bandaging it so it wouldn't get infected, he'd taken his bag and hurried off to tend to his friends.

And now everyone was dead, with the single exception of Alain Enjolras.

And he was lying helplessly on a cot, screaming himself hoarse each time Joly touched one of his wounds in any way.

Éponine could feel a fresh bout of tears begin to prick at the corners of her eyes, and she immediately put a hand over her mouth with the hope that it would muffle her sobs once they started, not wanting the sound of them to distract Joly, upset Enjolras even more, or cause either of them to worry about her when something far more urgent than her emotional distress was currently underway. And then, suddenly, Enjolras' cries stopped and were replaced by the sound of his heavy breathing and Joly speaking to him in a low, smooth voice. There was a quiet reply, and Éponine thought she saw a hand motion weakly, then next thing she knew, Joly was in front of her, face beaded with sweat and hair in a wild mess. When he spoke, he said only three words; "He wants you." Then he was gone, and Éponine was alone with Enjolras' form lying on the cot.

She approached slowly, feeling as if she were in a trance and not in control of her own body, as if she were floating somewhere up among the rafters and was merely observing things. She found a chair and pulled it up next to his bedside to sit in, then looked at him. His eyes were closed at the moment, but his face was pale and waxy and almost translucent, and he was soaked in sweat, and his dirty blonde curls were plastered to his forehead, and his lips were parted slightly, and his breathing was ragged and shallow, yet at the same time, he was taking deep breaths.

Gently, as if she were afraid of causing him anymore pain, Éponine brushed some curl away from his face. His blue eyes fluttered open at her touch, roaming around until they found her face, at which he smiled weakly, and she returned it. "Are you alright?" he asked softly. "Joly said you'd been shot."

Éponine's hand went to her shoulder. "Oh," she said, "'s nothing, really. Just a nick, that's all. It grazed my shoulder, and it stung something fierce for a little while, but it's all cleaned and bandaged up now, I hardly feel a thing, honest. I'm much more worried about you than I am about myself. After all, I'm not the one who had three bullets get inside of me, now, am I?"

Enjolras chuckled. "Touché," he muttered. His smile returned a bit stronger, and he sighed contentedly as he gently stroked her face with the back of his hand. "You're so beautiful, 'Ponine," he said. "You've no idea how much it means to me that you would choose me instead of Marius. Even after nearly a month, it still feels as if I'm dreaming sometimes, and I always dread waking up and finding it's not real. I've never been in love before, did you know? To be completely honest, I was beginning to think that perhaps I never would be, that...perhaps, for some reason, I was incapable of it."
"That's not what I've heard," she said. "Gavroche once told me you had a mistress named Patria."

He shook his head, a thoughtful look on his face. "No," he said slowly, "no, I...I think he misunderstood what I said. I admit that I did once tell the others, when I was asked by Jehan if I'd ever been in love, that my mistress was Patria, but what Gavroche mistook for a woman's name is actually not a name at all. It's a Latin word that means 'the home,' 'the homeland,' or 'the fatherland.' In Spanish, it can also mean 'the motherland.' In other words, France. What I meant when I said that was that France itself, or herself, as the case was at the time, was my mistress. I can understand, though, why Gavroche must have thought it was a woman's name, especially since he was only ten."

He sighed heavily and closed his eyes. "Oh, 'Ponine, I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry, doux ange. I should have done more, I should have grabbed him and..."
"It's not your fault, Alain," she said, grasping his hand in hers. "None of their deaths was your fault, including Gavroche's. They all died fighting for what they believed in, every single one of them, especially Gavroche. They are all martyrs now, and they are all in a better place, with God and no longer suffering. Chains no longer bind any of them, they have at last put all their grief behind them, and they can all now be at peace evermore. They are all home now, and they would not blame you for what happened, believe me."

Enjolras held her gaze, his light sapphire eyes locked against her earthy green-and-brown. Then, without any warning, he clenched his eyes shut as he was suddenly overcome with a violent shudder. He put a hand over his mouth as he began coughing, staring down at the warm, sticky red coating all over his palm when he pulled his hand away. Éponine's eyes widened in horror at the sight, a wave of panic washing over her as Enjolras began coughing again, this time more violently than before. She helped him into a sitting position, then propped him up with the pillows before running to the foot of the stairs Joly had vanished up earlier, eyes wide with fear as she called out for him frantically, then ran back to Enjolras' side and took his hand in hers.

"It's alright, Joly's on his way," she said, her voice low as she struggled to keep the growing panic she felt out of it. "You'll be fine, I promise, you'll be fine, you..." She trailed off as he met her eyes, mouth and chin red with his own blood, a spark of fear in his blue eyes for the first time since she'd known him. "Éponine," he said weakly, his voice hoarse. "Éponine, I...Promise me..." Before he could finish, he was coughing again, and then Joly was on them, letting Éponine stay by Enjolras' side only after the latter began protesting fiercly when his friend asked the gamine to move away from the bed. When Enjolras insisted, however, Joly allowed the girl to stay, but asked that she go around to the other side of the cot, which she did, taking her chair with her so she could continue to sit and hold Enjolras' hand as she had been doing so far.

Then came the most terrifying moment yet, more so even than anything that had happened during the actual fighting itself.

Joly set his medical supplies aside, adjusted his glasses, and looked at her solemnly. "I've done everything I can," he said. "From what I can tell, the bullet that went in below his ribs is puncturing an organ, probably one of his lungs, based on the coughing and blood. There's nothing more I can do for him, I'm afraid."

"You mean...he's..."
"I'm afraid so. I'm so sorry, 'Ponine. He's important to me, too, I know it's hard, believe me. If I were you, I'd say whatever I need to say to him and..."

She nodded slowly, tears already beginning to fall. "I understand," she whispered. "Thank you, Joly. For everything." He nodded, reaching across and giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "I'll give you some privacy," he said.

After he was gone, Éponine let out the sob she'd been holding back as she grasped both of Enjolras' clammy hands in her own trembling ones and leaned over him, pressing frantic kisses all over his face and forehead as she ran her slender fingers through his matted curls. "I love you," she sobbed. "I love you so much, more than I can say. My God! Dammit, Alain, you bastard, don't you dare leave me, you hear?! Don't you dare! I need you! I can't...Oh, dear God, are you really going to make me say it right now, under such awful circumstances? I'm pregnant, dammit, I'm going to have your baby!"

His eyes opened, and she immediately noticed with a jolt of terror that the light in them was much, much dimmer than it usually was. If he'd been pale and translucent before, he was practically colorless and almost glassy now. His breathing was even more shallow and uneven, his lips were waxy, and he just looked frighteningly gaunt and close to death in general, the dark circles around his eyes standing out against his pallid face like a solid black horse against an open field of freshly fallen snow overcast by a stark, pale gray-that-bordered-on-white sky.

He managed to smile weakly at her. "Then you must forgive me, 'Ponine," he whispered hoarsly. "You must try to find it in you to forgive me for my stupidity, because I would not have been wounded so badly if not for it. Forgive me that I will not be here to meet our child and see it grow up and be the father it will need. I will be there, though. I promise that I will be right beside you both every step of the way, that I will continue to love you both more than anything. I'm so sorry, Éponine, truly. More than I ever have been about anything else in all my life, I'm so sorry. You must promise me that if the child is a boy, you will name him after your brother. Make it his middle name if you like, but promise me that you will give him Gavroche's name."

Éponine nodded tearfully. "I promise," she whispered. "I swear it on my life." Enjolras smiled at her again. "Good...Merci, ma belle rose, merci...I love you, 'Ponine. I shall always love you as you are, however you will be, and most of all, I shall always love you as you were. I shall always love the streetwise gamine in the oversized coat with dirt all over her face and that sweet, slightly shy disposition. You shall always be that girl to me, 'Ponine, no matter where you go in life, or where you end up. I shall still always look upon you and be unable to stop myself from seeing some remainder of her in you. No matter what, you will always be my sweet little rose in misery, and I shall always love you as such. I love you so much, 'Ponine...Je...Je t'aime, ma rose misérable...Je t'a..."

His eyelids fluttered shut weakly, eyes rolling back slightly at the same time. His head sank into the pillow it rested on, then lolled to the side so that he would have been looking straight at Éponine's middle if his eyes had still been open. His weak grip on her hand relaxed completely before his own hand fell from hers, arm hanging limply over the side of the cot as a sigh so gentle that it almost didn't exist escaped from between his lips.

It was not followed by another breath.

Éponine could barely breathe past her heartbroken sobs.

AN: Yeah, don't ask me how exactly her attention ended up shifting from Marius over to Enjy, or how he ended up going, "OMG, I'm in LUUUURV with Marius' shadow!" or anything, because I myself am not totally sure because of the plotholes that my troll brain decided to toss in there when the idea for this started to form in my head. And ESPECIALLY don't ask me when they did the actual baby-making, because, again, my brain trolled me with plotholes on this thing.

SPEAKING of Marius, here's a question for those of you who have seen the movie:

Am I the only one who thought that his voice was a little weird?

I mean, don't get me wrong, his acting was great and everything, and while I do have to admit that he wasn't exactly the most attractive Marius out there, his overall performance was fantastic, I just think that as far as his singing voice went, they could have done a little better, especially with how it sounded with Amanda Seyfried's during their duets. I mean, it just sounded...Oh, what's the word I'm looking for here?...Off, I guess? And by that, I just mean that it didn't really go very well with hers, you know? One of my mom's friends posted her review for the movie on Facebook, and she said that, and I quote, "Marius sounded like a frog." Now, personally, I don't think he was THAT bad, but he did sound kind of weird to me, as I said before. I dunno, maybe that's just me, but I'm curious about what you guys' thoughts on it are.

For that matter, while we're at it, also tell me what changes you did and didn't like, and just your overall thoughts on the whole damn thing. There were several lyric changes that I really loved, especially during the finale, where instead of saying "THEY will live again in freedom," "THEY will walk behind the ploughshare," and "THEY will put away the sword," I just cannot get over the fact that it was "WE will live again in freedom," "WE will walk behind the ploughshare," and "WE will put away the sword."

And here's what REALLY made me aaaaaawwwwwww:

"Come, Cosette; Come, my dear. From now on, I will always be here. Where I go, you will be."
"Will you be like a papa to me?"
"Yes, Cosette; yes, it's true; I'll be father and mother to you."

:') It completely melted my heart into a big huge puddle of warm sticky goo.


PS: Ok, my pathetic little lapbook of a computer is no more, because I now have a full-size, honest-to-goodness GATEWAY LAPTOP with WINDOWS EIGHT and a DISC SLOT and a BIG, BEAUTIFUL, GLORIOUS SCREEN! I've been playing Sims 3 on it almost non-stop these past few days, I've already got Enjonine offspring in a saved game on there, plus Jack/Rose (from Titanic) offspring in another and my Simself is a vampire in one and a witch in another with two Calicos named after Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer from CATS! I can finally stop cloggin up my mom's desktop with all my Nancy Drew PC games and all my Sims stuff and the other stuff I have! AND THE SOUND ACTUALLY WORKS! Now all this thing needs is Microsoft Office so I can type and all the stuff from my other one to get transferred onto it, and it will be COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY PERFECT! *explodes out of sheer euphoria*