45Hello everyone! Here's another new book for you! In this one, Enj's about nineteen, and Combeferre's almost twenty-four. I have two more Enj/Ferre super-brothers fics in the works, (both are already up and will be updated ASAP,) and they all kind of correspond, but you certainly don't have to read one to understand the other. However, they will be published in order of how they would happen (chronological order.) But I repeat, you do NOT have to read one to understand the others. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: This is the only disclaimer for this book. This fan-fiction is co-written by my cousin Brianna. I got this idea from the amazing website Enjolraswould on Tumblr. I am not Victor Hugo, and do not own "Les Miserables." "The Call" is a title of a song by Regina Spektor... I HIGHLY suggest you listen to it before reading this fic... The words correspond perfectly with this story. And the cover photo is from Hamstr's Tumblr page.
~Rosey
The Call
Chapter One:
"And can you hand me that textbook, Enjolras?" Combeferre called over to his blond roommate from inside the suitcase he was packing.
Enjolras brought the book over to the med student, handing it to him, running his free hand through his hair. "When will you be back again?"
"A week and a half, mon petit," Combeferre smiled. "It's a case study I have to do for my doctorate. Hospital in Rouen."
The younger revolutionary nodded, sitting on his own bed, tossing a pair of Combeferre's socks at the bespectacled student. "We'll miss you at the meetings."
"And you'll miss me around the flat, too, mon ami," Combeferre laughed, catching the socks. "Admit it."
Enjolras snorted a little and shrugged. "Well. That's very pretentious of you to say."
"Says the boy who was the most pretentious child I've ever seen," the med student chuckled.
"I was five. Cut me a break," Enjolras rolled his eyes.
Combeferre laughed again, taking a seat by his dear friend on the bed, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "Alright, alright. I admit, you're probably one of the most humble people I've ever met. Apart from when you're talking about the cause, of course. And then you're in the spotlight only for the people! Not even for yourself."
"And is there a reason you're singing praises about me?" Enjolras asked, arching an eyebrow.
"I'll miss you is all," Combeferre squeezed his shoulder. "And I want you to remember how much I truly do love you."
Enjolras smiled at him. "I know. I love you too. And I'll miss you more."
"Doubt it," Combeferre ruffled his golden curls, getting to his feet and going over to his suitcase again. It was these rare moments in their friendship that were the most treasured. Enjolras letting down his guard for a minute, letting Combeferre know how much he truly did care for him. It was those moments that made the revolutionaries more than just friends. It made them brothers.
"Now don't you overwork yourself and forget to eat," the med student reprimanded as he continued packing his bag. "And sleep, for crying out loud!"
Enjolras rolled his eyes again. "It's not like I don't like eating. I just forget to. And it's not like I have insomnia, either, so don't bring that up again. I just have a lot of work I need to get done, or just have a lot on my mind."
Combeferre sighed deeply. "I know. I just want to make sure you take care of yourself while I'm gone. It's far too often I find you almost passed out or, worse, actually out cold, because you neglect your self needs. And you never once say when you're not feeling well... You could be dying from food poisoning, Heaven forbid, and not so much as complain of a stomach ache."
"Alright, so you go from praising me to picking on me?" Enjolras arched a brow. "That's just unfair."
"Sorry," the med student chuckled softly. "I'll stop. I just want to make sure you're alright while I'm gone. I worry about you."
"I know you do," Enjolras smiled warmly. "But you don't need to. I'm perfectly fine."
Combeferre let out a tiny moan. "That's what I'm talking about, Enjolras! I was praising your selflessness, but this is a little extreme. If something is wrong with you, I need you to tell me and not worry about 'bothering' me or anything. Please, if you're upset or sick or have anything at all you want to talk about-"
"'Ferre, where is this coming from?" Enjolras interrupted him with a confused face. "I'm perfectly alright, and I'll be perfectly alright while you're gone! I promise I'll eat and sleep, and take care of myself. I promise."
The medical student smiled a little, snapping his suitcase closed. "Alright. If you're sure, then I'm off. The carriage should be here within five minutes."
Enjolras gave him a small smile, walking with his friend to the door. "Alright. Take care of yourself, learn a lot, and don't worry about me. I'll see you in a week?"
"Week and a half," Combeferre enveloped Enjolras into a swift hug, planting a chaste kiss in the blond locks. "Good-bye, mon petit."
"'Bye," Enjolras held open the door for him, still smiling slightly. "See you soon."
And just like that, the door clicked shut.
Enjolras looked at the shut door for several seconds before taking a deep breath. He could do this. He knew he could. Sure, this was the longest he had ever been away from Combeferre, but he would be perfectly fine.
Wouldn't he?
Swallowing, the blond turned to their massive bookshelf right by the door and found Combeferre's psychology textbook. He took a deep breath and pulled it off the shelf. He knew that psychology was namely a study about mentally unstable people with issues like bipolarity, schizophrenia, or the like.
But maybe, just maybe, he could find what he was looking for in there as well.
A little issue really... Nothing he couldn't handle, and certainly nothing that affected him constantly like the other issues discussed in the book.
Only when Combeferre was gone for extended periods of time.
And, nervously, Enjolras turned to the index, searching with his finger until he found what he was looking for.
Separation anxiety.
And ta-da! Chapter One done! What do you all think? I know it's rather short, but it's just a prologue, really. I hope to have my other super-brothers fics updated VERY soon, as well as publish yet another book I have in mind... A Courfeyrac/Cosette story! What a change, huh?
Well, please let me know what you think! Hope you like it so far!
Review?
~Rosey