A.N/ I decided to write a little more. I like this pairing, so this will be a beginning of a set of stories. The first two ficlets will be linked, and then I will take ideas for ficlets and drabbles after. I have a few of my own, but with personalities like Enjolras' and Cosette's, I guess anything is possible. I try to make them semi-canon but they can be whatever you suggest.

I don't know if this is completely musical or novel. I haven't read the novel yet, so I guess it's a mix of both. I don't like everything happening during one day. I like it a little more drawn out. If such as a thing as Cosette/Enjolras could exist, I would imagine that a man like Enjolras would need time to think about his feelings and decide what to do.

So here it is. ENJOY! :D

I wanted to meet you so badly.

I heard Marius speak of you that night at the ABC Cafe, and every moment possible after that. The others laughed at him for his lovesick dreams, and I wanted him to focus on what we were doing. There was a revolution to fight, after all. If it succeeded, our country would be free, and the colours of the world would be brighter in the passing days. There, hew would be free to love and enjoy all the pleasures that life had to offer in a better, more glorious France.

Not that I wasn't a lovesick fool of my own. I was in love with my country, my Patria, my France. She was my mother, my sister, my friend, my mistress. She was the only one that I had willingly let into my heart. But I must admit that in the greatest pits of despair that I felt when I was trying to overcome an obstacle in the fight for Patria, I wondered what it would be like to fall in love with a real woman. Women tried to seduce me frequently, but I ignored them. Patria was my love.

The moment that changed was when I caught that glimpse of you in the square just before I left. I saw the flash of blonde hair, the sweet gentle blue eyes, and the soft smile that made my heart beat a little quicker just by looking at it. I didn't know who you were, but the moment Marius started talking to me about his beloved Cosette, I knew that it was you. You were his angel, his light, the girl that he fell deeply in love with.

I hated him for it.

I never got to meet you or talk to you. I heard the stories that Marius told and no matter how horribly my heart wanted me to deny it, I wanted to meet you. I felt such turmoil when it came to you. My heart and soul belonged to Patria, every ounce of my being agreed with that. I would give my life for her, lay down everything that I have ever wanted and believed if it meant that it would help her. My love for her was a wildfire that fought to consume me, and I let it gladly. It changed my life and gave me purpose.

That was why I wanted to help her, help Patria and all within her. All I had was an idea, and I found people that shared it. With enough people behind an idea, there is exponential power to change the world.

But then came you, Cosette. I knew of love at first sight, had read about it in hopeless romantic novels that people don't know I own, let alone read. When you came into my mind, I would pull out one of those novels from a crate under my bed and read through them, comparing the feelings they had to the feelings I had. I eventually understood that with one look and with Marius' description, I had hopelessly fallen in love with you. But this wasn't the love that I have known with Patria. My love for you was no raging inferno, for it was softer and sweeter. It did not make my heart pound in my chest nor my body sweat, but it made my heart flutter and my hands tremble. It was like swimming in a deep pond. My love for Patria was where I took the jump in deep to the bottom, but the strange feelings I have for you was where I clawed to the surface and felt the air fill my lungs. A plunge and relief, those were the comparisons of the women that filled my mind.

I saw you when I stood on the edge of the barricade. I felt eyes drilling into me, although you were on the other side of the square, and when I saw that flash of golden hair on the other side, I knew. Something in my heart stirred and I felt gooseflesh dance up my arms. I tried to keep calm, keep the smile on my face that the others needed to see to keep fighting, but the moment we made eye contact across the square, I could feel the world turn. Everything changed.

I would almost give up this fight for you, Cosette. I would lay down my rifle, climb down the barricade and run to you. I would only wish that you would let me embrace you, let me take comfort in your arms. I wish I could be more to you than just a glimpse across the square, a fleeting memory. Perhaps I could be a friend.

I am no lovesick dreamer other than for the future of France. I know there is no hope for us, that you belong to Marius as he belongs to you. I belong to Patria, and there is little room in my wretched heart for anything else.

You started to move closer, your thin body moving across the square, but the man beside you, your father held you back. From the top of the barricade, I mouthed, I am Enjolras. From across the square, you looked at me, smiled and mouthed back something that looked like I am Cosette. That was enough for me, and I could feel a smile. I had never smiled like that before. I could feel my soul light up, and the spirit of the rebellion flared inside me. If there were such people as you in this world, no matter what the class, there was certainly reason to fight for a better world, so that everyone could have a chance to experience such beauty.

You have no idea how much I owe you for your presence by the barricade before the battle. I wanted to meet you so badly. I never did. But at least I got a look and a smile. That is enough before I die.