~Night Two Without Enjolras~

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Without you

The ground thaws

The rain falls

The grass grows

Without you

The seeds root

The flowers bloom

The children play

The stars gleam

The poets dream

The eagles fly

Without you

The earth turns

The sun burns

But I'd die without you...


"I do believe that if we save General Lamarque, he can be there, in turn, to save Éponine Thénardier," commented Jehan calmly.  "He would be more than willing.  Grantaire will be harder, because if offered the option of safety or staying at the barricade, he would feel the need to tell Enjolras that Lamarque is still alive, and I don't believe that is the smartest option, given that he could die in doing so.  We'll have to find another way."

"Here's what we can do," said Courf, rubbing his hands together excitedly.  "Gavroche takes direct orders from only one person - me.  Say I tell him that he must tell a little white lie that Lamarque has died and command him to tell Enjolras..."

"Could he keep a straight face?" I questioned.

"Gavroche used to lie just to get by on a day's worth of food, before he met me.  He will understand the importance of this, and he will get the job done."

"What about Lamarque's spirit coming to comfort me?" I asked.

"Heh?" said Courf, squinting.

"It's true; it really happened," I said.

"Well if that happened, how in Patria's name can we save him if you're supposed to -"

"We'll find a way.  My past self will still be nervous about going into the meeting because of disagreeing with Enjolras.  Gavroche will still know to comfort me.  It will work."

"How do we know Lamarque's not actually going to die because he's in a HOSPITAL?!"

"Courfeyrac," warned Jehan.

"We have to trust in the magic, and believe that if we wish the speech works, it is going to work," I stated.

"So Gavroche tells a little lie, we get Lamarque out of the hospital...where does he go?" said Courfeyrac.

"We could slip him out on June 1st or if we do it earlier, we can hide him in the apartment...or maybe R's apartment.  No one's ever up there," added Jehan.

"Guess where I was last night," I laughed.

Jehan's smile grew.  "I am not surprised, although a little amused."

"But if he's supposed to D I E on June 1st, we can't be whisking him out of the hospital!" hissed Courf.

"How do we fix that?" I said, worried.

"I have an idea," said Jehan.  "It's risky.  It might not be the answer...in fact, I -"

"Just.  Say it!" said Courf impatiently. 

I gave him a look filled with pain and he sighed, burrowing himself into the couch.  "I'm tense, Av."

"The wish that you made," said Jehan, turning to look at me.  "Tell me precisely."

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