This story takes place after episode 9. This is my first Musketeer story and it is very rough. It was an idea that came to mind after watch episode 10 and I had to get it out on paper. Hope you enjoy the story.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters.
Warning: Un-betaed. I apologise in advance for the bad grammar and spelling mistakes.
The Three Musketeers sat upon their steeds at the borders of Gascony. Aramis and Porthos looked at the third musketeer between them. Athos has never seen the place where D'Artagnan grew and he never thought he would. The young man he had come to admire had found a home in the City of Paris, or so he had thought. Returning to Gascony had never been a part of D'Artagnan's plan since joining the Musketeers. Not until he was so old he could no longer wield a sword. The three men knew how much it meant to D'Artagnan to be a part of the Musketeers. He was never meant to leave, but circumstances changed. A mistake was made. A mistake the three men may have to live with for the rest of their lives unless they can find D'Artagnan and bring him home.
"Do you think he'll still be here?" Porthos asked.
"Where else would he go? This is his home." Athos answered.
"This was his home. Paris is his home. Now let's go bring our brother home." Aramis looked over at Athos. "I hope you have a convincing argument, because he hates us."
Athos nodded, thinking back to the day this all began. "I know, I was there."