Author's Note: A big THANK YOU to Tidia for giving me this idea! I hope everyone likes it. If you don't that's okay.

Warnings: All mistakes are mine and has nothing to do with anyone else. I'm really sorry.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.


Epilogue:

Aramis and Porthos rode into the garrison, battered and exhausted. Aramis was leading a third horse with their friend draped over the neck of the horse, feverish and still losing blood. Two of their fellow Musketeers came over and quickly pulled him off the horse with Porthos's help.

"Get him into the infirmary." Aramis ordered and followed them up the steps.

"What happened?"

Aramis stopped and turned to the captain. "We ran into some trouble at the Mesiac. The villagers there didn't take kindly to the King's men." He glared at Treville. "The next time the Cardinal wants taxes collected, tell him to send his Red Guards!" He turned away to take care of his wounded friend.

"Aramis." Treville called. Aramis stopped but didn't turn around. "d'Artagnan?" Treville could see Aramis's shoulders slump. The Musketeer took his hat off and turned slightly, so that Treville could only see his profile. He shook his head slowly, then left. Treville stood there, staring at the man's back as he walked away. They have lost one of their own. It was a black day.