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Here's the first one! Reviews appreciated :)
1. Protection
"Dammit, Athos!" shouted D'Artagnan, pounding his fist on the table. "Why won't you let me do anything?"
"I am letting you do something," said Athos, pointing at the map in front of him. "We need a distraction-"
"I'm always the distraction, Athos! And as soon as I'm done with that I'm sent straight back to the horses."
"The distraction is as important as any other part of the mission, lad," said Porthos.
"If not more so," said Aramis.
"We used to trade off," said D'Artagnan. "Now suddenly it's only ever me. Did I do something wrong? Did I mess something up?"
"Oh, D'Artagnan…"
"What?" said D'Artagnan, reminding Athos of when they were on the airship so long ago. "It's like you are keeping me away on purpose!"
Athos rubbed his temple. He knew that D'Artagnan would have noticed sooner or later, but he hadn't thought that the boy would have figured it out that soon…
"It's been twelve missions in a row," said D'Artagnan, slightly calmer. "Twelve. Could you just tell me what's going on?"
Athos refused to look at the boy. Did he dare tell him the truth?
"You've just been really good at keeping them occupied-"
"I don't want excuses, Athos," D'Artagnan cut him off. "I want the truth."
Athos looked down at the table and muttered something intangible.
"What did you say?"
Athos looked up at the boy and grit his teeth. "I was trying to protect you."
D'Artagnan knitted his eyebrows together. "What makes you think I need protecting?"
Athos shook his head. "You don't. I just-I just don't know what I'd do if you got hurt."
