Note: Each chapter is a standalone fic set in my Married Friends fic. It's little fics set after that fic and some may be set during the war. I won't be sticking with season 3 canon very closely. These are not missing scenes from each episode of season 3 and the chapters are not linear.

A Small interruption

Athos sat in his office at the garrison working on a pile of paperwork. After going along with his brothers on a couple of missions after returning from the war he had been chastised by Treville for leaving his post at the garrison.

Being separated from the others didn't feel right, but he had a duty. And he was trying to find some semblance of normalcy. Trying to settle back into life in Paris, reacquainting himself with Constance and getting to know their daughter.

He regretted most of all missing those first few years of Olivia's life. And just when he and Constance could look ahead to a life together, the war came.

He looked up from the paper he had been reading to reach for his long abandoned cup of wine when he noticed the door to his office begin to open. He looked at the open door confused when he didn't see anyone. And then he happened to glance down and saw the little girl.

He couldn't hold back the smile as he watched her walk towards him with purpose.

"Papa, play with me," she looked up at him with begging eyes.

"Olivia, I'm afraid I still have some work to do," he said watching her bottom lip begin to stick out. "Who's supposed to be minding you?"

"Uncle Porthos and uncle Mis," she said, her frown even greater than before.

Athos wanted to frown too; where were her minders indeed?

"Olivia, what would you like to play?" Athos asked as he picked her up into his lap.

"Tea party," she said with enthusiasm.

Athos managed to avoid the groan that desperately wanted out. He really didn't know what to expect with a daughter. It was just as likely she could like swords as dolls and tea parties.

Playing with dolls and pretend tea parties was not his idea of a good time, but if that's what his daughter wanted, that's what she was going to get. And her uncles were going to have to play right along. d'Artagnan would be back from the palace soon.

"Olivia, I do have some work to finish, but if you can play here quietly on the floor, your uncles and I would be delighted to play with you," he said.

This had the affect he was hoping for. Olivia had one of her dolls and Athos was fairly certain his office contained some of her toys she had left behind.

TM

It was twenty minutes later when Athos' office door swung open and three grown men nearly fell into his office all trying to enter at once.

"Gentlemen?" Athos raised an eyebrow.

"Athos, don't be angry, but…"

"Porthos, she's here," Aramis interrupted the other man.

"Uncle Charles," Olivia got up from the floor running to d'Artagnan and wrapping her arms around his legs. Apparently she hadn't seen him yet today. She was the only one allowed to call him by his first name since she had difficulty pronouncing his last name.

d'Artagnan picked her up into his arms.

"Uncle Porthos and Uncle Mis lost me today." She informed Uncle Charles.

"Did they?" d'Artagnan raised an amused eyebrow at the others.

"She's sneaky," Porthos said.

The next thing Athos knew, Constance wandered into his office holding a cloth bag full of food stuff.

"Madame, you're just in time," Athos stood walking over to his wife and taking the bag from her.

"Oh?" She looked at him amusedly. "Whatever for, Monsieur?"

"I wish to invite you to a tea party," he said in his most sophisticated manner. It was a manner that none of them had from him in years. He had relaxed and opened up so much in the last few years, they had nearly forgotten he had once been part of the nobility.

Of course now he was playing up for show.

Olivia cheered while the other three men realized they too were being roped into this. "Captain," Aramis was putting on a show of his own. "I would be delighted to join, but…"

"But nothing," Athos said. "You have no more duties for the day. I should know; I am the captain of this regiment."

"Of course," Aramis said before he was nudged rather hard by Porthos.

They all left the office to retire to the Captain and his family's quarters while he heard quiet bickering among three grown men and the giggling that followed from one little girl.

The End