One Last Hurrah! ( a musketeers fanfiction)
Chapter 1
"10 yrs, I can't believe it!" Captain D'Artagnan sat behind the mound of paper work on his desk sighing to himself. It had been a decade since he had taken over the captaincy from Athos when he'd decided to retire along with Aramis and Porthos. Since then he'd gained great esteem from the rest of the regiment, he had four beautiful children with Constance of which his eldest son Louis wanted to follow in the footsteps of his father and become a musketeer. He received letters every month from Athos, Porthos and Aramis telling them all their news.
Athos once he'd retired had decided to return to the de le fere estate at Pinon and live alongside the people there. Catherine had long since fled but after a brief fling with a passing noble lady he now had a beloved son named Raoul to occupy his time, and that was when Raoul wasn't with his mistress Jeanne, the mayor Pinon's daughter. Athos had also during this time found his own mistress, the former Comtesse Ninon de Larroque after making a visit to her school soon after Raoul's birth deciding that Raoul would need a mother figure of whom he didn't have to marry.
Porthos had decided after all to take over the Marquis de Belgard's estate and now went by the name Marquis du Vallon. He'd found and married the widow Alice Cleabeaux, exclaiming that there was no other women on this earth for him.
Aramis meanwhile had thought about trying to become a Priest again but decided against it, opting instead for a life as a travelling doctor. His travels took him to Pinon one year where he met a beautiful noble lady named Madame de Chevreuse who was running away from somewhere. She tells him she had just come out of a relationship and was wanting a fresh start. 10 months later they meet again by chance in Bourges. Here they decide to settle and start to build a life together.
D'Artagnan thought back to all the times he had spent with his brothers, before they retired and then suddenly recalled that he hadn't received any correspondence from any of them in over two months and though how odd it was. His thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock on his office door. "Enter" he said. One of the younger recruits stepped in nervously, startled to see the amount of paper work of his captain's desk. "So sorry to disturb you Captain" he says "but you have some visitors who are most adamant to see you now". "Send them up!" D'Artagnan replied, knowing this could well be important.
Three sets of boots tramp up the stairs and then three very familiar but older looking faces appeared round the door. "I say Captain, Long-time no see".