Hey guys! Sapphira here, and I honestly didn't think I'd be back. Anyway, this story is supposed to before 'Reincarnate' Because I hate that story and feel like I overextended. Yaaaaaaaay...

But, this one is in Old France, and picks up where the last fic left off. I hope you all enjoy it! And please, do tell!

ST

"Aramis!" I shouted, sliding down the rooftop with Porthos clattering behind me, "Catch!"

I threw the bag in my hands to him, and he caught it before ducking into a busy market.

Porthos roared behind me and I laughed, before leaping onto another building. A few people below stopped and smiled at our antics, more than used to seeing the Inseparables acting like children on slow days.

I continued running along the rooftop, then leapt into an oncoming cart of hay probably going out of the city. I vanished in the fluffy hay, and heard several people laugh.

I popped my head out and grabbed my hat before throwing a few coins to the master of the cart in apology, then leapt out of the cart, throwing hay everywhere.

Aramis and I hadn't really had time to talk about where we'd meet up, since it was more of spurn of the moment thing that found Aramis snatching Porthos' winnings at his last card game and sprinting away, shouting at me to help him.

I ducked into the market square, checking behind me to see if Porthos was following me, and promptly ran into someone.

What ensued after was me flipping through the air over someone else, then rolling over the harsh cobblestone. I groaned as I came to a slow stop, then jerked when a hand just appeared in my vision.

I followed the hand up to the person who it belonged too, and saw a slightly flustered attractive man. He held my hat in his other hand, and was smiling good-naturedly at me.

"Going somewhere a bit fast, aren't we?" The pleasant voice reached my ears.

I smiled helplessly at him, my ears heating up, and reached up for his hand. "My apologies, Monsieur, I was merely…" I looked past his shoulder as the huge form of Porthos appeared within the crowd of people. I grabbed my hat from the stranger I'd practically mowed over, "Running from him! My apologies and thanks, Monsieur! Gotta go!"

I turned and started sprinting again, and heard Porthos crashing through the crowd behind me.

I turned another corner, then yelped as a hand clapped over my mouth and another appeared around my shoulders to yank me into an alleyway.

My first reaction was to elbow whoever was attempting to kidnap me, but that action grinded to a halt when I saw D'artagnan's grinning face. He grabbed my hand as he turned, and we both rocketed through the alley.

M

We slowed our mad dash as the Garrison came into view, and jogged through the gates.

"Do you know where Aramis was headed?" I asked through breaths.

D'artagnan shook his head, "Nope."

"Wonderful."

"Yep."

"You aren't much help." I reproached playfully.

He raised an eyebrow at me, "I helped you get away from Porthos."

I tilted my head to him, "This is true."

"Who were you flirting with in the market square?" He asked curiously as we walked into the Garrison yard.

Before I could answer, Aramis' voice carried over to us with a shout, "Rogue was flirting?! With who?!"

I glared at D'artagnan as the rest of the yard began swarming me. I was known around here as a heartbreaker because of all the young women I turned down, and now that Aramis shouted I had been flirting, everyone took that and ran away with it.

To the rest of the world, Aramis sounded playfully teasing to a friend. To me, I could hear the undercurrent of jealousy.

Honestly, being in a secret relationship with Aramis was nigh exhausting sometimes. But the slow dances in candlelight and the soft touches made up for his madness. Sometimes.

"Out of my way!" Porthos growled, and the people who had been swarming me with their chattering questions dispersed completely as the bear thundered through.

He grabbed me by the cloak and lifted me off the ground, shaking me like a cat caught drinking the milk. "Where's your partner in crime?" He asked, shaking me more with each word.

"Over here!" Aramis sang, standing on top of our table and shaking the bag of winnings with a grin.

Porthos lost all interest in me, causing me to get thrown to the side like a sack of flour. I hit the ground feet first, thankfully, and righted myself to watch Porthos chase Aramis around the yard.

Finally, Athos heaved a dramatic sigh and held his arm out just in time for Aramis to clothesline himself on it.

Aramis crashed to the ground in a heap, and Porthos was on top of him a moment later, much to the amusement of the rest of the yard.

I laughed, high and clear, and had to lean against D'artagnan to prevent me from crashing to the ground as well. The entire yard was like that, and I could see Treville chuckling on his balcony. We were lucky it was later in the day, and very slow for all the Musketeers, otherwise Treville would have us all cleaning the stables for disrupting training.

Athos was even smirking as he waltzed over to D'artagnan and I.

When I had calmed down slightly (Very difficult, since Porthos was now attempting to strangle Aramis with his own cloak), I smirked at Athos and asked, "Proud of yourself?"

"Very." Was the pleased reply.

That reply sent D'artagnan and I into more laughter as Aramis attempted to tap out.