Disclaimer: I only own Adaline, Alec, and Marié. Sometimes I wish I didn't own Alec, but at least we all have someone to hate! That's basically it; it's March 1831 now. I know this isn't accurate to the timeline, but I don't want them to be hiding their relationship for two years. I know I'd snap if I had to do that.

March 20th, 1831

Adaline POV:

It is the day of the first rally. It has been nine months since Enjolras and I kissed for the first time. At night, he'd sneak into my room and just stay there with me. We'd talk about nothing important and yes, there was kissing. We seem to have kept our relationship secret as nobody has been forcing us to get a room together. That's what happens when you're friends with a bunch of children that love to meddle in people's private lives.

I'm so nervous. What happens if someone gets shot? What happens if Gavroche gets shot? What happens if Enjolras gets shot? I'm freaking out; I need to breathe and calm down. Enjolras is standing at our makeshift stage in front of General Lamarque's house with Marius. I'm making sure that Gavroche doesn't get hurt. Oh, Gavroche!! Why did you jump into that guy's carriage? Oh no. That's my parents.

Gavroche starts to sing.

"'Ow do you do? My name's Gavroche.

These are my people. Here's my patch.
Not much to look at, nothing posh
Nothing that you'd call up to scratch.
This is my school, my high society
Here in the slums of Saint Michele
We live on crumbs of humble piety
Tough on the teeth, but what the hell!
Think you're poor?
Think you're free?
Follow me! Follow me!"

I smile at Gavroche's enthusiasm and quickly run to the other side next to Gavroche, holding onto the carriage with him, avoiding my parents' wandering eyes. I cut into Gavroche's song; he smiles at me as I sing.

"There was a time we killed the king

We tried to change the world too fast
Now we have got another king
He is no better than the last
This is the land that fought for liberty
Now when we fight, we fight for bread"

Gavroche continues again, convincing people to come over to Enjolras and Marius's stage.

"Here is the thing about equality
Everyone's equal when they're dead
Take your place, take your chance
Vive la France, vive la France!"

Courfeyrac gives Gavroche a piggy-back ride while I jump off of the carriage and walk into the front row of the crowd, next to Éponine. I smile at her and she smiles back at me. I look up at Enjolras, whose powerful stance commands attention. He looks down at me and I nod my head. His facial expression doesn't change, but I can see a glimmer of love in his blue eyes.

Enjolras starts to sing, in a deep voice that sounds angry.

"Where are the leaders of the land?
Where is the king who runs this show?"

I can hear Enjolras's passion for our cause in his voice. It's strong and motivating. I fall in love with him every time I hear his voice. I smile as I hear Marius's voice continue the song.

"Only one man, General Lamarque

Speaks for the people, here below
Lamarque is ill and fading fast
Won't last a year, how so they say"

Lamarque's dying? That's not good. That means that the revolution is coming up faster than we can blink. I have to listen.

Enjolras continues, in his rich tone that I love so much.

"With all the anger in the land

How long before the judgment day?
Before we cut the fat ones down to size?
Before the barricades arise?" 

I join in with our "Vive la France!" cheer as Enjolras and Marius shout it from the stage. I hear shouts of "POLICE" ringing through my ears. Enjolras jumps down from the makeshift stage in front of me and grabs my hand, pulling me away from the commotion.

"Great job, Enjy."

"Thank you, mon amour," he whispers in my ear. (A/N: mon amour = my love) I don't like hiding our relationship. It kills me every time Enjolras talks to me because he can't use his nickname for me, amour. We walk through the streets of Paris hand in hand until I see my parents. I turn quickly, eyes wide in panic. Enjolras looks confused until he looks up and sees them. He slowly turns down to me with his brows furrowed in thought and finally grabs my waist and pulls me into him, crushing his lips to mine in a passion-fueled kiss. I respond immediately but am still confused. He parts until his lips are not even a centimetre away from mine. "It's distracting your parents so they don't recognize you," he mutters and immediately kisses me again. I kiss back, wrapping my hands around his jacket.

"Are they gone?" I mumble still kissing Enjolras.

"Yes. I don't want to let go, though," he says in a pouty voice. I laugh and separate from his lips. I turn and immediately see Gavroche smiling with Courfeyrac. Then, I see a soldier pointing his gun at Gav.

"NO!!!" I scream as I sprint over to them. Courfeyrac turns to look at me, puzzled as to why I'm running over to them like Satan's chasing me.

"ADALINE!!!!" I hear Enjolras shout in terror. I pay no attention to him, my sole focus on getting in between Gavroche and the gun. I finally reach them, jumping in front of Gavroche.

CRACK!!! I hear the gun go off and then the next thing I know is pain. It starts to blossom in my right leg up on my thigh and then it branches out around my whole body. I see Courfeyrac's face contort in fear and Gavroche about to cry. Then, Enjolras slides in and hovers over me, face distraught and about to cry. Vaguely, I see Courfeyrac knitting his eyebrows together and then relaxing. Well, he seems to have figured it out pretty well.

"Adaline, you idiot! Don't you know that gunshots hurt?" Enjolras says, trying to joke. It's not working. I feel Enjolras's warm hands slide around my body and he picks me up bridal-style. Everything then goes black as I go limp.

Enjolras POV:

No! No, no, no, no. Adaline got shot!! She just passed out and she doesn't look good at all. I pick up my speed from a fast walk all the way to a flat-out run. I feel the front of my burgundy jacket getting drenched with crimson blood, her blood-no, I won't think about it. I charge into Café Musain like a bull, racing through the café all the way to our secret meeting place. I start to shout for Joly, our doctor.

"What is it, Enjolras? You sound like you're about to cry-oh my God. Get her on the table, now!! Combeferre, I need my medicine bag, now!! Somebody tear off her skirt!"

I blanch. That's my girlfriend they're talking about ripping off her skirt. "What?" Everyone's face is the same.

"I need to remove the bullet! It's under her skirt, so we need to tear it!" I hesitatingly grab onto Adaline's skirt and pull. It tears with a terrible sound, somewhat like the sound that is echoing in my ears right now. My eyes widen at the sight of the bullet hole, blood gushing out of it like the Red Sea. "Enjolras, apply pressure!!" I press my hands on my girlfriend's thigh. Normally this would seem romantic, but she's shot. How can anything be romantic with this?? I steadily apply more force until my hand is stopping blood from flowing out of her. Her face is white, not the tan that I know and love. What if she dies? I can't live with myself. I'll always blame myself: what if I had gotten there a second faster? Joly tells me to sit down, and I do, collapsing into the chair as if I couldn't walk anymore. Joly starts to remove the bullet by using tweezers and gauze. I put my head in my forearms, not caring if I get blood on my hair. Joly sighs. "I've finished the operation. Now, it's a matter of if she is stronger than the soldier who shot her." I look up, eyes pleading with Joly.

"Can I stay with her?" I mumble loud enough to be heard but quiet enough that I'm not shouting.

"Yes, you may. Gavroche might want to see her, so tell him he can't until she wakes up. It's better that way." Courfeyrac nods and leaves the room. Now, only Adaline and I are in the meeting room, me holding onto her limp hand like it's a lifeline. I lean forward and plant a kiss on her forehead, almost crying. Please don't leave me, Adaline!! I will not sleep, eat, or drink until Adaline wakes up.

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One Day Later (March 21st, 1831)

Adaline POV:

I blink my eyes open and immediately shut them. I carefully open my eyes again and turn my head. There is Enjolras, pacing the room with his hands combing through his blonde curls. He's wearing the same clothes he had worn for the rally. What happened?

Flashes appear before my eyes: the police coming, Enjolras kissing me in front of everyone, someone pointing a gun at Gavroche, Gavroche!! Is he okay? My voice hoarse, I murmur, "Enjy?"

His head snaps around to face me, his eyes wide and bloodshot. He's been crying. "Adaline! You're alright!" He immediately runs over to where I'm lying-it's hard, so a table?-and falls into the chair at my bedside. He buries his head into my neck, shoulders shaking.

"Is Gavroche okay? Please tell me he's okay!!" I say, panicked.

Enjolras removes his head from my neck and takes a deep breath. "Gavroche is fine. You stopped the bullet from hitting him. Why would you do that to me? It felt like my heart had stopped when I saw you get hit."

"I needed to save Gavroche. He's like my son; I have to protect him. Did Joly stitch me up? Where is everyone?"

"Joly's operation worked. Everyone else is outside waiting for news."

"Wait... how long ago was the rally?"

"A day."

"And nobody else knows what happened since I came in here?"

"Uhh, yes?"

"SO YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU HAVEN'T EATEN, DRANK, OR WENT OUTSIDE SINCE I CAME IN HERE???? Enjy, you have got to stop putting your health aside just to take care of me."

"But-" I hit him with a glare. "fine. I don't know if I can, though. If I slept, I would have nightmares of you getting hit again and again and again, in different places with me miles away from you." I start to soothingly run my hand through his golden-blonde curls that are a mess.

"I won't leave you. I'll be fine. Can you get Gavroche in here, please? And by the way, I think Courfeyrac knows about-" I motion between Enjolras and I-"us." He nods his head and gets up from the table where I'm resting on. He kisses my forehead and then leaves the room, shoulders relaxed now that I'm awake. I see Gavroche run in like a shot, Courfeyrac right behind him.

"ADALINE!!! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" I cut him off.

"Gavroche, it's okay! I'm perfectly fine. I promised Éponine that I'd take care of you, and I did. Shhh." Gavroche's face starts to crumple and he sobs. "Courfeyrac, get him on the table," I whisper quietly.

"Are you sure that's a good-" Courfeyrac starts. I glare at him intensely. "Fine. Gavroche, come here." Gav walks over to him, still crying. Courf lifts Gav up and places him next to me.

"Gav, shhh. Come here." Gav cuddles next to me like a little boy, even though he's eleven. My hand strokes his back, trying to calm him down. I'm the mother in our little family and Courf's the father. Gav is our little son that both of us would lay down our lives for. Gav's breathing evens out and he slowly falls asleep.

Courf starts to speak after checking to make sure that Gavroche is actually asleep. "I never saw Enjolras like that. Ever."

"Like what?" I try to act nonchalant, vainly trying to still hide our relationship. He raises an eyebrow at me.

"Like his world was ending. I think he was close to crying."

"And..."

"You and Enjolras are in a relationship, aren't you?" Merde. (A/N: merde = shit)

"Promise you won't tell anyone?"

"I promise. You have my word. But, you might want to tell everyone before people figure it out. Enjolras has never been so cheerful before without you. He's actually smiling."

"Yeah. I really want to tell everyone; it's hard to keep it a secret. I love him." Courfeyrac nods at me.

"You love who?" Gavroche asks sleepily. Courf and I look at each other in a panic.

"Ummmm... Courf, could you bring Gavroche out of the room? I think you know who to send in," I quickly say as Gav looks between us like he's trying to figure out something. I give Gavroche a hug and then the two boys leave. Enjolras walks in not a second after the door swings closed, hair finally brushed and a different red jacket on. "Enjy, Courf told me that he wouldn't tell anyone, but Gavroche might be close to knowing. I love you, so much," I say as Enjolras comes to my bed and sits on the chair next to it.

"I love you too, mon amour. And, I think that you should know my first name." Wow.

"Really? I'm worthy enough to know the mighty Enjolras's first name? Alert the press, it's a miracle!" He rolls his eyes at me.

"Haha, very funny. Yes, you are worthy to know all of my secrets."

"What secrets have you been keeping from me?" I question, my eyebrow raised in a smooth arch.

"Barely any. Just my first name and something else that you will find out in time." I sigh.

"Well, what's your first name, then?" I ask. He leans closer to me so that nobody else could hear. I'll give you ten francs that the other boys are eavesdropping.

"It's Apollo," he whispers to me, his sweet breath mingling with mine.

"Apollo Enjolras," I say quietly, mulling it over in my thoughts. He grins at me and rests his forehead against mine. His glance drifts down to my lips and he ever-so-carefully presses his lips to mine, smiling throughout the kiss. My hand, with a mind of its own, reaches up towards his neck as I pull him down to me, since I can't get up. The next thing I hear is a wolf-whistle. Apollo... wait, that sounds weird... Enjolras parts his lips from mine, and I hear him sigh.

"Grantaire, really? Did you really have to do that?" Enjolras comments, annoyed. Grantaire starts to make kissing noises. I roll my eyes. I see all of the barricade boys crowding the door, including Gavroche. Courfeyrac is covering Gavroche's eyes. I guess that I get to keep my ten francs, then. Courfeyrac then removes his hand from Gav's eyes. Gavroche steps up to Enjolras, finger pointing at his chest. Enjolras looks down, amused. "What is it, Gavroche?"

"You need to be nice to Adaline. She's my mother and I will defend her if you treat her badly. Be nice and be a gentleman to her. You aren't really a gentleman, but try your best." All of the boys laugh at Gavroche's protectiveness. I have tears in my eyes. Gavroche called me his mother!! I'm also laughing at Gavroche's little speech. I can see Enjolras fighting back a chuckle.

Enjolras goes down on one knee, facing Gavroche. "I swear to you on Adaline's life that I will protect her for all eternity, until my dying breath." Gavroche solemnly nods and gives Enjolras a hug. Enjolras, shocked, slowly wraps his arms around Gavroche, looking up at me. I smile at him and start to get down from my bed. Enjolras looks at me. "Get back in bed, Adaline!" he says through the hug.

"But I want to give my two boys a hug," I say, bringing out my puppy-dog eyes. Enjolras stands up from his kneeling position, Gavroche standing up too. They walk over to me and I give Gavroche a hug first. "I am proud to be your mother, Gavroche, and I will gladly call you my son." I beckon Enjolras over, and he sighs. "Enjolras, your no-nonsense reputation has been ruined by your soft side. Get over here and give Gavroche and I a hug!" He shakes his head, smirking lightly, and gives us a hug. I smile at them, even though they can't see me. Enjolras sneaks a kiss on my cheek and I smirk lightly.

Courfeyrac shouts, "GROUP HUG!!!!" All of the boys swarm us and I start to laugh. 

"Okay, that's enough!" Joly shouts, trying to help me fight off my injury.

"Hey, Joly? How long do I have to stay on bedrest?"

"You will have to stay on bedrest for one week." I groan. Then my eyes snap wide open.

"Merde!" I curse. The boys do a dramatic gasp. Gavroche is so buried in the group hug that he couldn't hear my curse. "And Enjolras, don't say it."

"Don't say what?" I can literally hear Enjolras's smirk.

"You know what."

"That it's not ladylike to curse?"

"ENJOLRAS!!!! I told you not to say it! And I will reply the way I have the past two times: you sound like my mother." We break the group hug and I fake glare at Enjolras, who is nearly shaking from laughter.

"What made you say that?" Courfeyrac asks.

"My papa and mama are going to be wondering where I am if I don't come home. Of course, I can't tell them that I was involved in the revolution; they'd kill me. That's speaking figuratively, obviously. Also, where am I going to stay?"

Combeferre ponders my questions. "Well... we could say that you accidentally got shot while trying to avoid the rally today. As for where you are staying, well..."

"She'll stay with me," Enjolras interrupts. He turns to me. "If that's alright with you?" he asks.

"That's fine with me," I respond. "Thank you."

"It would be my honor, mon amour." I smile at him, and he grins back at me.

Combeferre smirks at us. "Don't do anything I would do!" he says and walks away.

"What would 'Ferre do?" Gavroche asks innocently. Courfeyrac and I meet each other's eyes in a panicked glance, trying to save Gavroche's innocence. I can see Enjolras's cheeks turn red, almost the color of his signature jacket.

"Ummm..." I say, trying to come up with an excuse. Courfeyrac is doing the same as me while Grantaire opens his mouth. I walk up to Grantaire as quickly as I can and muffle his mouth with my hand. "Don't you dare," I whisper to him as Gavroche stares at me, puzzled. Courfeyrac and Enjolras are still grasping at strings until Enjolras realizes that Gavroche has already seen us kissing a little bit, before Courfeyrac covered his eyes.

"More kissing!!" Enjolras blurts out, his cheeks steadily turning redder and redder.

"Ewww" Gavroche whines. I remove my hand from Grantaire's mouth, who immediately takes a sip from his wine bottle. Typical Grantaire.

"'Ewww,' you say?" I walk over to Enjolras, winking at Gavroche as I do so. I reach up toward Enjolras's neck, pulling him down to me. Our lips touch gently at first but then grow in passion. He dips me, still kissing. I vaguely hear Gavroche's exclamations of disgust and Grantaire's wolf-whistling, but I block them out. We part when air becomes a necessity, foreheads resting on each other. Gavroche wiggles through between us and I laugh. Enjolras lifts me up to a standing position with a wide grin on his face.

"Please don't do that again!! You disobeyed Combeferre's orders," Gavroche tells both of us. I choke on air. I cough repeatedly as Enjolras's eyes bulge out. I see all of the boys except Combeferre (who left) and Gavroche start to die in laughter, some even rolling on the floor. I finally get my airways under control and look up at Enjolras. He looks down at me, and we dissolve into laughter. Now everyone's laughing except Gavroche. "What's so funny?"

"I'll tell you when you're older," I say to Gavroche between laughs. "Gavroche, where are you going to sleep tonight?" I question. I have to protect him; that's why I'm currently injured!!

"Ummm, I don't know. Normally Courfeyrac takes care of me." I look at Courfeyrac, who sighs.

"I'm sorry Gavroche, but I have to go to work soon. I can't take care of you." I turn to look at Enjolras, whose brows furrow.

"Mon amour," I say in a sing-song manner. His head turns to me, confused. "Could we take Gavroche with us?" I plead. Enjolras thinks about the arrangement and finally nods his head. "Goodbye, everyone!!" I wave as I grab Gavroche's hand. Enjolras's arm wraps around my waist and the three of us slowly make our way out of the room. Then, we are faced with stairs. I sigh. Enjolras, shaking his head, picks me up and carries me down the steps, Gavroche following after us. He sets me down and resumes his prior position with his arm on my waist. Gavroche takes my hand next. Enjolras guides us to his apartment a few minutes walk away from Café Musain.

"Adaline? What are you doing with them?" I abruptly turn and immediately groan. Enjolras turns with me and tightens his grip around me slightly. Gavroche just looks confused. It's Alec Javert.

Author's Note: Cliffhanger!! I really hate Alec Javert; don't you guys? He's rude to Adaline and calls Gavroche and Enjolras a 'them!!' I hope that you guys like this chapter. I feel like all of the barricade boys would be listening in on everyone's private conversations. I've been listening to the first rally song (Look Down-Beggars) on repeat while writing this chapter. My two favorite lines are: "Here's the thing about equality; everyone's equal when they're dead" and "Before we cut the fat ones down to size." Vive la France!!

                 -GryffindorPadmeEaton