LES DÉSCENDANTS

~Chapter 7: Quelque Part (Somewhere)~

(A/N: Happy Bastille Day!  I'm trying to do the pronoun part justice; how's it going?  Could it be fixed to be better?  Let me know!  Also if you don't like romance, don't read this chapter haha...it's PG tho.)

The next morning, Jehan and Courfeyrac were about to set off on a mission to Enjolras's apartment to place the speech amidst his papers.  Jehan had spent the morning having me recite the speech aloud to him (from memory), then copying it down in his handwriting.  I kept making criticisms about the entire idea, and I could tell he was getting frustrated.

"Enjolras is never going to believe you wrote this!" I protested.  "It's supposed to come from him!  His ideas!"

"Do you have a better way to go about doing this?" asked Courfeyrac, also frustrated, his hands pressing on his forehead.

"No," I hissed in frustration.  "But if we mess this up, the consequences could be...worse than we could have foreseen."

"Let's finish writing it out," Jehan spoke calmly.  "Then, while Courfeyrac and I do this, you can go and talk to Lamarque.  We really don't have time to waste."

"I'm going to talk to him now, then," I said, my mind already made.  If Lamarque approved, I would feel much better about the whole thing, but I'd have to find out quickly.  I would go see Lamarque, tell him the plan, and arrive back in time to see them off.

"Sister, please...be patient," Jehan said, standing abruptly as I threw my hat on and spun to leave.  

"Don't you know?" said Courf wearily, as I shut the door quickly behind me.  "You can't stop them once they're gone..."

"They..." murmered Jehan, placing two and two together.

"Oui," replied Courfeyrac.  "We've all transformed during our respective journeys.  Some of us discovered ourselves a little more...in that same wondrous way as when we blink our eyes, and all of a sudden we're all grown up."

Jehan moved to the window to watch me run off.  

"We didn't even finish the speech," Courf commented.

"It doesn't matter," muttered Jehan.  "All I want to do now is talk to her...them.  Talk to them and apologize.  They've grown up so fast, and sometimes I'm so focused that -"

"She uses both pronouns interchangeably," Courf said.  "You're ok.  They'll be happy to know you know."  He paused.  "I'm worried for them."

"She'll be ok, and will come back before we know it," smiled Jehan.  "They always do."

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I hurried in the shadows, determined to get to Lamarque as quickly as possible.  I was one alleyway away, and I could see daylight streaming through...the open air of the Bastille, and next to it, the hospital, and Lamarque, and answers.  I was about to leave when I suddenly heard two pairs of footsteps and I was forced to press myself against the wall, sliding to the ground and blending with the shadows.

A voice was loudly blabbering, and I rolled my eyes.  Marius, I thought.  If he saw me, I would be caught.

"I've just been wanting to talk to you, there's something that's really been pressing on my mind, Enjolras..."

Oh.  Sweet.  Lamarque.  Marius never could keep his mouth shut, and now Enjolras was there.  I pressed my back up against the brick wall behind me and stared at my shoes.  It was over.  I couldn't go out and keep him quiet, otherwise Enjolras would see...

I was stuck, and Marius was continuing, but then Enjolras cut him off, speaking in an irritated tone.  "Pontmercy, you can't give me two minutes alone with the General.  You cannot respect that I had classified information to bestow..."