"What is it now?" Treville asked, sitting opposite Richelieu in the other mans' office. The man had a smug look on his face and Treville knew that didn't mean anything good.

"Three of your musketeers have been misbehaving again." He said it with a sneer and Treville couldn't help the small smile that came to his lips. Aramis and Porthos had named their faction of the foster home musketeers, a word that had stuck almost as well as the other half which was named the 'red guards'. Of course, they called him Captain and Richelieu Cardinal whenever they saw either of the men, which grated on Richelieu's nerves and made Treville smile fondly at them.

"What have Aramis and Porthos done now?" He asked, wondering whether it was Athos or D'artagnan that had decided to join them in their antics. Ever since D'artagnan had joined them, the younger had become as much of a nuisance as the other three, and also apparently had a talent for accidental property damage, which Treville was not amused about as it was nearly always his property that was damaged in whatever chaos D'artagnan Aramis and Porthos got themselves into. Athos only claimed he was supervising, even if Treville knew the older boy had a part in all their pranks.

"Porthos has been involved in another fight and has been given a month's detention for gambling." Richelieu said a small smile on his lips. "And the head has informed me if this behaviour continues he will have no choice but to suspend him." Treville knew Porthos would never purposely get himself expelled, not wanting to leave hi brothers Aramis and Athos, but Treville resolved to talk with him anyhow. "Aramis has been giving his teachers cheek. Again." Richelieu stated and Treville couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"And the third?" He asked.

"D'artagnan got into a fight." He said grinning at the surprised look on Treville's face. The other man hid it but it was already obvious Richelieu had seen it. "A fight about a woman I'm told. Your newest lost cause is taking after the other 3."

"I'll talk with them." Treville said. He wanted to know why D'artagnan, who never got into fights, had. Maybe the other three were rubbing off with them.

"I doubt it will help. You're too soft on them; they need a firm hand not cuddles. Give them to me for a few days and I could bring them to heel." Treville clenched his jaw.

"I will not allow you anywhere near them." Richelieu only smiled as Treville stood and left the room without another word.

…

"What happened?" Porthos said as their youngest brother came into their room. D'artagnan had a split lip and an outstanding black eye.

"Nothing." D'artagnan grumbled, jumping onto his bed as Aramis and Athos walked in.

"You can't love her."

"Who does Aramis love now?" Porthos asked, ignoring D'artagnan for a second in favour of teasing his little brother.

"Anne." Athos said, grinning until he saw D'artagnan at which point his smile fell from his face.

"It was Adele last week, now Anne."

"This is different." Aramis exclaimed but Porthos just rolled his eyes, knowing full well that Aramis could love any woman he ever saw but it never lasted more than a few days.

"What happened?" Athos said, sitting next to D'artagnan on the bed.

"Nothing." D'artagnan replied.

"That's what he said to me." Porthos said, ruffling Aramis' hair who glared back.

"Do we need to hurt someone?" Aramis asked, far too cheerfully as Athos narrowed his eyes. Of course, when he found out who did this to his youngest brother, he would hurt them. No one hurt their family.

"No, I can handle it." D'artagnan said, lowering his eyes as Porthos gave a triumphant 'hah'.

"So it is something." Aramis said, his tone going frosty as he sat opposite D'artagnan. "Who did it D'art?" He said and D'artagnan couldn't help but look up into the faces of his brothers. Guilt ate up at him as he looked at their worried glances, he didn't want them to worry about him and he certainly didn't want them to think he couldn't handle himself.

"Jacques Bonacieux. He was shouting at Constance and when I told him to leave hr alone he called me an orphan." D'artagnan blinked back tears. It might only have been a few months since his Father died but D'artagnan was far from over it. He missed his Father and the only thing stopping him from falling into a deep well of depression where his new found brothers.

"I'll kill him." Porthos promised and D'artagnan couldn't help the surprised look on his face. He'd expected them to yell at him, tell him he shouldn't be getting into fights but no one was saying anything like that.

"We're all orphans here; you fought him because of your honour." Aramis said, his tone hard and D'artagnan nodded. None of them talked about their pasts, well he did sometimes but the other three didn't, not to him at least. This was the first time he'd heard they were orphans to, though he didn't know why he was surprised.

"Obviously not very well though, we'll have to fix that." Athos said, thoughtfully, looking at Porthos who grinned.

D'artagnan was about to say something else when another of the boys came in. "Treville wants to see you. All of you." He said, before running out of there. Athos groaned, knowing what was going to come while Aramis and Porthos shared wicked grins and D'artagnan's face flushed red.

…..

"What were you thinking?" Treville yelled. Athos was sitting on the only chair in the office, silent and watchful. D'artagnan had his head bent in shame, looking every bit as guilty as he was. Porthos was grinning and trying desperately to keep a straight face while Aramis was leaning against the wall with a wicked grin on his face. "The two of you will stop getting into trouble at school and the next time you do I will make sure you are in detention for the rest of your school life. And you're grounded for the next two weeks." Porthos and Aramis shrugged and Treville almost lost his temper again. Those two would never behave. "And you, what were you thinking?"

"He upset Constance." D'artagnan instantly said.

"Jacques Bonacieux is her brother and I doubt he would have hurt her so why did you attack him."

"You gonna tell him or should we?" Porthos asked after a minute's silence. D'artagnan lifted his head, glaring at his brothers' as if to say traitor.

"Tell me what?" Treville said, exasperation clearly in his tone.

"Jacques called him an orphan." Athos explained and Treville couldn't help but groan. Of course D'artagnan would still be upset about that word, having so recently lost his Father.

"That does not give you the right to attack him."

"Sorry." D'artagnan mumbled.

"You will apologise to him at school and you will not do this again. Understand?" Treville asked and D'artagnan slowly nodded his head. "Good, now leave." The four quickly nodded, leaving the room before the Captain could shout at them again.

….

"So, I think it's time we showed our little brother how to fight." Athos said as he, Aramis and Porthos sat in their room. D'artagnan had gone to get some food downstairs, giving the older brothers a chance to talk.

"We'll have to get him some fencing gear." Aramis pointed out.

"I'm sure we can chip in." Athos said, at which he meant he could pay for it all. He came from a rich family after all and as he was the only one left he had inherited a lot of money while Porthos had no money, except for what he'd managed to save up and Aramis only had a small fund left by his parents, which he couldn't access without his brother. A brother he hadn't seen since coming into care.

"What are you three planning?" D'artagnan asked as he walked into the room with bags of crisps for each of them.

"That all you could find pup?" Porthos asked, adopting Aramis' nickname of their younger brother.

"Yep, and don't call me that." D'artagnan said, throwing the packet at Porthos' head. "And you didn't answer my question."

"A surprise." Aramis said, grin spreading across his face.

"Will I like it?" D'artagnan asked, not bothering to keep the excitement from his tone.

"I bloody well hope so." Was all Porthos said.

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