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Traveling Man- Chameleon Circut

Waiting so long for something to reprove.Gallifrey man, all this tragic history.Such a sharp mind, but broken are his hearts.Engines in gear, time to put things in the past.

[itsjolllly]

stars :)

((I’ll do Joly, Courfeyrac, and Enjolras for you. Sorry for the delay. And I’m sorry about the ending. What I had before seemed a bit weak, so I threw in some E/R to give it some closure. Who doesn’t like E/R? I think I might’ve injected a bit of Luna Lovegood into Joly, perhaps too much. Oh well. That’s what I get for watching OOTP while writing this.))

Enjolras was miffed. Les Amis could be doing so much good in the world, but whenever they came close to actually accomplishing something, somebody would find some way to distract them. This time it was Courfeyrac, who had suggested that the group go camping. Combeferre had been uncharacteristically late to the meeting, and so Enjolras had been unable to corral the others before the plan spread. Hence Apollo’s decided lack of enthusiasm. Still, after entrusting M. Fauchelevent with Gavroche for the weekend, Les Amis set out.

They had all driven south out of Paris, towards the mountains. After a few hours, they had pulled into the campsite. It was a far cry from the hustle and bustle of the city. Instead of the sounds of traffic and airplanes flying overhead, birdsongs and the wind filled their ears. Greenery was everywhere, from the grass to the trees to a few large, moss-covered rocks that Jehan had stalked over to immediately, enraptured. The sun was setting as they arrived, casting an orange and pink hue on the pastoral setting.

Combeferre (who had received a rather severe look from Enjolras upon his arrival at Musain), Marius, Bahorel, and Feuilly had set about setting up the tents, while the others set about gathering wood for a bonfire. Soon, the sun had set, the stars filled the sky, and Les Amis were seated around the blazing fire. And here is where our story really begins.

“I don’t like this,” Enjolras muttered to no one in particular. “There are people starving in Paris tonight, and here we are, miles away, seated around a campfire, and without a care in the world. Does any of this strike any of you as odd?”

Courfeyrac, seated to the leader’s left, had been engaged in a belching contest with Grantaire, but turned to face Enjoras upon hearing his statement. “Odd? Not really Enjolras. We’re young men and women. We work hard for the cause. Don’t you think we should go out and have some fun every now and then?”

“Fun? We can have fun after we actually accomplish something, mon ami. Having meetings is one thing, but I want to actually get out there and help people. At this point we’re nothing more than a glorified social club!”

“I agree with Enjolras,” interjected Joly.

“Merci!” exclaimed Enjolras. “Finally, someone who-“

“Here we are, out here in the forest. Who knows what kind of foreign diseases we might catch out here?” Joly said, cutting him off mid-sentence. “Already I feel a bit nauseous. How are you Chetta?” He grasped the hand of the dark-haired girl next to him, giving her a look of loving concern. 

Enjolras sighed and put his head in his hands. He remained that way for a while, as everyone soon grew tired of smores and camp songs. Soon everyone had adjourned to their tents, save Enjolras, Courfeyrac, Grantaire, Joly, Musichetta, and Bossuet. The drunk had passed out on a log behind the camp circle, and the girl and the bald man had just announced they were headed to bed. Joly planted a light kiss on Musichetta’s hand and watched as she and Bossuet got into their tent. He then turned back to the dying fire.

“You haven’t said much Enj,” remarked Courfeyrac, stoking the fire with a thin branch he had found.

“I just… I still don’t understand why we’re just ignoring the problem,” Enjolras muttered.

Courfeyrac gave him an irritated look and said in a slightly raised voice, “We’re not ignoring the problem so much as we’re trying to keep the problem from consuming us!”

“Consuming us! Well, that’s nice!” spat Enjolras. “Remind me to throw that in my next speech to the poor. ‘Don’t let your poverty consume you!’ Do you know how stupid-“

Joly, who had been staring at the night sky, suddenly sat up and exclaimed, “Look! A shooting star!”

Enjolras and Courfeyrac looked up from their argument to gaze at the night sky. The hypochondriac was correct, as they all saw a bright beam streak across the night sky. They all remained silent, long after the meteor had disappeared from sight. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” whispered Courfeyrac.

“It is. It sure is,” agreed Enjolras. He looked at Courfeyrac and smiled. “To be honest, mon ami, I’ve forgotten what we were arguing about.”

Courfeyrac grinned back. “It wasn’t important,” he returned.

“Oh!” Joly began. “Well, Enjolras was worried that we weren’t paying attention to-“

“Joly, I think Chetta’s calling you,” the leader and the center said at the same time.

“Oh, I suppose she is. Well, I best be going then. Good night!” Joly said, rising to his feet and making his way over to his tent.

Courfeyrac chuckled softly and shook his head once their friend had disappeared inside the tent. He stood and said, “I had best be going too. Jehan had said he wanted to show me something. You headed to bed soon?”

Enjolras nodded. “Yes, shortly. I had best make sure the winecask doesn’t freeze to death out here. Good night,” he said, motioning towards the still frame of Grantaire.

“Fair enough,” Coufeyrac said, smiling. “Good night Enjolras.” He too walked over and disappeared into a tent, this one with the warm glow of a lantern showing through the canvas.

Enjolras extinguished the fire, then got to his feet and went to shake his drunken friend awake. To his surprise, Grantaire’s eyes were open, and he smiled blearily at the leader.

“How long have you been awake?” demanded Enjolras. “I thought you were passed out.”

“I’m very good at pretending,” slurred Grantaire. He sat up slowly and squinted at his friend. “Apollo, you know what? I think we’re like that shooting star. Us, Les Amis. We’re gonna do something to make everyone stop and take notice, just like you three stopped a few minutes ago. Whaddya say?”

Enjolras smiled and replied, “I’d say you’re drunk, R. Come on, let’s get you to bed.” He helped the man to his feet and let him lean on him for support.

“I’m comin’, I’m comin’,” Grantaire muttered. The two men made their way over to their tent and entered. Soon all was quiet, and Les Amis were asleep under a blanket of stars.

[itsjolllly]

To those of you whom I owe drabbles

//I'm working on them right now, as I've got a pocket of spare time. Thank you so much for your patience!