New Beginnings {Enjolras}

Another day, Another destiny

AN: Thanks so much for all the support! I hope you enjoy the third chapter. Let me know what you think! The gif is not mine! It is made by lavishfiction on tumblr.

The rally was once more broken up by the police. Instead of Eponine taking her hand, Enjolras jumped from his crate, took her hand in his and took off running through the maze that was the Parisian alley ways. Since then it was he who would always make sure that she made it out safely. This had been going on for a few weeks now since Enjolras finally agreed to let her join them in their crusade.

The men welcomed her with open arms. They were excited to have a new perspective on things and new perspective they got. It was unusual if Enjolras and Rosalie didn't get into an argument. Enjolras would stand with his arms crossed and Rosalie with her hands on her hips. Both stood their ground being the stubborn people they were. Often times Combeferre had to break them up stating a compromise of both ideas and then continuing their planning.

Grantaire once called them the mother and father of the revolution after a particular yelling match between the pair. The men laughed at the drunk's words as Enjolras and Rosalie grew flustered. They glared at each other one more time before returning to their separate readings. This of course was after they stuttered over words in order to try and defend themselves. The entire scene just confirmed for the others that the tension between the two was more than their constant bickering, especially since their fights always happened the exact same way.

Rosalie and Marius were talking and making plans for when Eponine would be finished working for her father. They were sitting close and talking intimately with one another so they wouldn't disturb the others. Each time Enjolras would hear Rosalie's laugh join the noise of the room, he would look over and notice how she had placed her hand on Marius' arm while she either leaned back with laughter or leaned closer while she giggled. Marius often had a smile or joined in her laughter and he couldn't help but feel a little jealous, even if he wouldn't admit to himself that, that was what the emotion he was feeling.

When Enjolras realized that he was staring, no glaring was more like it, at the pair; he quickly turned back to his papers. She could speak and laugh with whomever she chose so why was he getting so upset that it wasn't him?

She had semi-private conversations with everyone else. She was getting to know everyone. That was the first week. The only time he could even remotely talk with her when she wasn't surrounded by any of the others was when he asked her to go over an idea. He did not know her tinkling laugh personally and he barely knew her smile. What was wrong with him?

After she had spoken to each of the men it seemed like she chose four of them she often conversed with privately. Again he was not one of the four. Gavroche, Marius, Courfeyrac and Grantaire were the lucky ones and if Eponine was with them she would always stick by the other woman's side.

He felt like a child. He had a revolution to lead. He didn't have time to think about Rosalie Faure and her social habits. Her laugh once more filled the room. This time Enjolras could no longer ignore it. He straightened up from his hunched over position and turned to look at the two laughing at something that was said between them. "Rosalie, could you come here for a moment?" He asked.

Rosalie's laughter quieted as she turned to look at Enjolras. "Of course." She stood and made her way over to the table he was working at. Even though she knew what was bound to happen she went over anyway. It was the only time she was actually able to talk with him. She had gotten to know the others but she kept herself from getting to know Enjolras. Eponine had warned Rosalie about him and love and now she had witnessed it first-hand. She promised herself that she wouldn't get too close to Enjolras to make sure she didn't fall for him because she knew she could do so easily with him. "What is it?" She asked once she was closer to him.

He handed her the paper in his hands. As she read he watched her reactions, she tried her best to keep poised but by the end she could no longer keep a straight face. "Is this really your plan if we win?" She turned towards him with disgust written clearly on her face as she shoved the papers into his chest.

The others slowly began to pay attention to their conversation knowing Rosalie and Enjolras' daily argument was about to happen. Enjolras felt a little bad that he had given her past plans; he had found them after a lot of digging, but he enjoyed seeing her eyes light up with the fiery passion he knew she usually kept hidden.

"You speak of fight for equality but those plans do not promise it. You would be wasting your time, risking your lives for nothing." Rosalie continued after Enjolras didn't speak. "You say you care for those of us who are below you but you've been taught by your rich father. And to think I worked so hard to prove myself to you, that I actually thought you were leading a worth fight." With that she turned and tried her best to not fully run down the stairs.

Enjolras stood and stared at the spot Rosalie just occupied. This was not what he wanted. Marius stood and started to follow her but Enjolras held out his hand, stopping Marius in his tracks. "I should go. I need to apologize." The friends looked at each other in shock as their leader raced down the steps. This was certainly not what anyone expected to happen.

Enjolras finally caught up to Rosalie where the fork of the road that the café was on began. He took hold of her wrist as he called her name. She spun around and yanked her hand back. "What more could you possibly have to say?" She asked, clearly upset.

"I wanted to apologize..." He trailed off, his usual confident demeanor nowhere to be found.

Rosalie's eyes widened.

"Those papers are old. You see, one of my professors is the son of one of the original revolutionaries and those were old plans his father sent to his mother so that others could see how things were done." Enjolras explained.

Rosalie's confusion was written all over her face and even showed in her body language as she crossed and uncrossed her arms. Enjolras couldn't take watching her fidgeting anymore, it was making him nervous, and so he took her hands in his and began caressing the backs of them with his thumb. "Well? Am I forgiven?" Enjolras asked after it was clear she wasn't going to speak.

Rosalie looked up from staring at their hands. "Why?" She finally asked. "Why would you do that?"

It was Enjolras' turn to look at their hands, which he couldn't help but to notice fit perfectly together. "Because I am a fool." He gave as his response. He was afraid that if he said much more he would give himself away.

Rosalie sighed, figuring that was the best answer she was going to get. "I will only forgive you if you promise to talk to me about other topics besides our meetings."

Enjolras chuckled slight while he gave her hands a small squeeze before letting them go. "I think that can be arranged. Will you come back to the café?" He asked, offering his arm.

Rosalie cautiously placed her hand just below the crease of his elbow.

"I'm not going to bite, Rosalie." He teased, smiling down at her.

She smiled back up at him and relaxed at his side.

"Good, now that's settled let's get back to the café. I'm sure Marius will be happy that you aren't leaving our meetings." Enjolras said as he began walking with her through the streets back to the café.

"Yes," Rosalie agreed, "but what about you?"

"I'm glad that my foolishness isn't going to keep you away especially since you're such an important part now." He replied as he kept his gaze in front of him. He was secretly thrilled that he hadn't run her off. She was helping the people that listened to their rallies understand their pamphlets which she helped rewrite as well.

Before they walked back into the café, Rosalie untwined their arms and stood in front of him. "If it wasn't obvious, you've been forgiven." With that she turned and made her way back to the room where she was greeted with hugs, smiles and shoulder squeezes. She had missed Enjolras' small smile at her forgiveness before he followed her up the stairs. What they both missed however was a figure that had followed them at a distance from their spot they talked things out at.