The City That We Loved

Darkness From Above

A/N: I'm not allowed to cry. Not yet anyway. I have an announcement to make but you'll have to read through first to find it out. Enjoy! :)

June 5

Grantaire sat in the Corinth, half passed out from the bottle of brandy he'd just finished on his own. He rested his head on the table. He felt like he needed to be somewhere but he wasn't exactly sure.

That was until he heard the first shots of war. He sat up and walked to the window. Outside young men and women were defending others who built a barricade around the Corinth. Enjolras was at the head of it all.

Oh yeah! Today was the day they were supposed to be revolting.

Enjolras said something to Combeferre and then ran into the cafe. He barked orders to a bunch of students in the cafe who went out to help with the barricade.

"How was the funeral?" Grantaire asked, leaning against the wall. Enjolras looked at him, his cold blue eyes full of fiery righteousness.

"You're drunk aren't you?" Enjolras said, angrily. "Of course you are. I can smell it on your breath and I'm five feet away from you. You stupid drunk. I thought you said you'd fight with us." Grantaire shrugged and sat at the table with his drink.

"I said I'd die with you," R said. He took another drink. "I never said anything about fighting."

"Damn you, drunkard," Enjolras said, slamming his hand down on the table making Grantaire jump. "Go somewhere else if you're going to be drunk. This fight will be fought with bravery and enthusiasm not drunkenness. Don't disgrace the barricade." Grantaire looked like Enjolras had just told him he hated him again.

"Let me sleep here," R said, softly.

"Go somewhere else, dammit," Enjolras said. He started walking towards the door, his rifle in hand.

"Let me sleep here until I die, then," R said, turning to look at him. Enjolras looked at him, disappointment and disdain in his eyes.

"You are incapable of believing, of thinking, of willing, of living, and dying," Enjolras said, harshly. Grantaire stared him for a moment.

He replied with, "You'll see." He turned away from Enjolras and then rested his head on the table, allowing himself to pass out into nothingness.

***

Enjolras shook his head in disappointment as he watched Grantaire pass out. He closed the Corinth's front door and walked out into the late afternoon of June 5. The barricade had nearly been completely built at this time.

"Joly, report," Enjolras said.

"Only three injured, chief," Joly said. "Two dead." Enjolras nodded in approval. Things were going well. Better than he thought they would. He'd barely got any sleep the night before and was paying the price now, despite the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

"Enjolras," Combeferre said, running over to the leader. "I think we need to decide what to do with Javert. Like right now."

"Why?"

"Well...uh, people don't like the fact that he's tied to a chair right below us. And if he escapes he could easily steal plans and give them over to the National guard." Enjolras stared at the red flag that was flying above them.

"The people will decide," Enjolras said. He noticed Marius handing a letter to Eponine who nodded and disappeared over the barricade. "I told you, 'Ferre."

They didn't have any more disturbances from the National guard which worried Enjolras. He needed someone to go out there and find out what was going on. He felt a chill go down his back as he thought it, for an odd reason.