Corinne groaned as the unending traffic stopped for what felt like the millionth time in the last hour. Her province really wasn't that far from Paris, but she took the freeway. Obviously that was a mistake.

"Move!" Corinne whined. The blonde was getting restless being locked in a car for that long and so was Mia.

The girl squirmed in the confined space of the back of Corinne truck. Although it wasn't the first time she had snuck into a vehicle, the fact that one hard stop could send her flying often rattled her nerves.

"Must… come… out!" Mia whispered. The chances of her getting out of the hiding spot in the next hour was very slim by the rate the traffic was moving.

Corinne started beating her head against the steering wheel, causing it to honk each time.

Six hours of traffic and head-banging later, Corinne grunted as she pulled into a parking space in a parking garage. The blonde opened the door and stretched out for the first time in what felt like days. She would never take space for granted again.

Corinne was just about to leave, but then she heard a slight pounding in the bed of her truck. She cautiously approached and grabbed a bag. What she found under scared her half to death.

"Mia?!" she shouted in shock. "What the Hell?"

Mia stood up and stretched her arms out. "Oh, shut up, Corinne. You don't need to be so surprised, you know. I wouldn't put beneath me to sneak onto a truck and hide their for Seven and a half hours."

Corinne gritted her teeth. "Of course," she sighed. "Mia, you have to go home. If my mother finds out about this, I'm dead."

Mia rolled her eyes and jumped off the bed of the truck. She grinned happily as she grabbed on of Corinne's bags, of which contained several of her guns. "You know you're not supposed to have weapons in city limits, right?"

The older blonde folded her arms. "Yes, but not unless you're going to the gun range."

"Nice thinking. Corinne, I'm sorry I snuck onto your truck, but I really need to be here. This is my dream."

Corinne sighed, but smiled. "Fine, but if I get arrested for kidnapping, the blame goes on you." Mia jumped up and hugged Corinne to the point where she couldn't breathe. "Okay, Mia," she gasped. "You can let go now."

"Sorry," the young girl said. "I'm just so excited!"

Corinne sighed and started walking away. "Come on, Mia. We have to go."

"Where?"

She whips her head around and faces the young blonde. "To the recruiting office. I have to prove myself." And at that, they walk away, without locking the truck.

Paris was a fine, clean place with sidewalk cafes and insane drivers alike. Although Corinne grew up in the countryside, this felt like a breath of fresh air. Her gun bag on her shoulder and a hand on the top of Mia's head, Corinne steered them down a packed road.

"Corinne," Mia said as they bumped rudely against people. "What happens if they don't want you?" Corinne cringed. That's the question she had been dreading to hear for the past few years.

"Uh, I'll wing it, I guess."

Mia rose an eyebrow. "Really? Are you sure that'll work?"

"Nope," Corinne replied. "but I guess we'll see." Then they walked in silence for the next couple of minutes. That's when they hear crowds clapping and yelling over in a building. "Let's go see what's over there!"

Mia watched the area suspiciously. "I don't know, Corinne. Shouldn't we be going?"

The older blonde rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on. Don't be such a wimp." Corinne ran off, leaving Mia alone.

"And you call me immature!"

Corinne made her way through the crowd, managing to see very little over the heads of many tall people. By the time she made it to the front, it is revealed that three men in military uniforms were fighting with guns and hand-to-hand combat.

"What is this place?" she whispered to herself.

"A fighting facility," a man standing next to Corinne answered. "Not an official one. They're not even supposed to be here."

Corinne rose an eyebrow. "Then why are they here? Isn't it against orders?"

The man nodded. "Well, yes, but they don't care," he leaned toward her ear. "They weren't good enough to go to a better regiment so that's why they're stuck here as police."

She swallowed and proceeded to watch the men illegally fighting each other. Meanwhile, Mia, being too short to see anything, stood at the back of the crowd and pouted.

"This is so not fair," she sighed.

"Really? Now why is that?" a voice asked.

Mia whipped her head around to find a boy staring at her. "You-you-you're…"

He interrupted her with a smug smile. "Brutus Beaumont. I presume you know me," he said in his slight English accent.

Mia slowly nodded her head and smiled. "I'm… Mia; fourteen, single." she cringed at the last part, not meaning to say that.

The wind tousled his auburn hair while he laughed. "I see. Well, it's nice to meet you, Mia," Brutus put out his hand and she shook it. "Where are you from?"

"Um, around."

"Being vague, I see. I won't pry, though. I respect people's privacy. Anyway, what brings you to Paris?"

Mia snapped out of trance right then and there. "My friend and I came here to be in the First Regiment! Corinne's got a meeting with Monsieur Edmond Treville and everything. All we have to do is give him this paper," she took a piece from her cut and held it out in front of Brutus's face. "We've come to protect the president!"

Brutus laughed at that. "My father is the vice president. He certainly doesn't need any little girls running around in the First Regiment trying to save the day." Brutus grabbed the piece of paper out of her hand and ran, leaving a shocked Mia alone.

"Hey!" she shouted. "That's mine!" The young girl ran after him.

"Mia?!" Corinne called as she saw that she had ran out of sight. "Come back here! I am not getting convicted for child abandonment and kidnapping on the same day!"

Corinne took off running through the crowds of people, narrowly dodging cars and buses. As Brutus jumped over a fruit stand, Mia stopped and excused herself. Corinne sighed as she made way through the busy streets.

They turn a corner and Corinne ran smack dab into Mia. She was standing outside the gate Brutus had leaped over.

"Give me that!" Mia whined.

Brutus laughed. "Why should I?" He crumpled the letter and shoved it in his pocket.

Corinne was about to reply when the doors behind the gate were opened by two men in dress military uniforms. Out walked none other than Edmond Treville and Philippe Beaumont.

She gasped and watched as the men talked. "I have put up extra security measures," Treville said. "No weapons will go in or out of the palace."

Philippe nodded. "I am glad to leave the palace in safe and capable hands, Edmond."

"You will not be staying for the gala?"

"Oh, no. Brutus and I will be leaving in a few days to visit my mother. It's the president's gala, anyway."

Treville puts a hand on his shoulder. "Are you sure? It's your last term."

"Yes, now I really must get back." Philippe nodded his head. "Treville,"

"Philippe,"

The military men opened the gate and Philippe walked out and faced the two blondes. "Young ladies," he begins. "Are you in need of assistance? Certainly you have no business being here."

Corinne mentally rolled her eyes. She's tired of people looking down on her because of her gender. She felt the sporadic need to punch him in the face, but instead of getting arrested, she rather put on her best smile.

"I'm not in need of any assistance, sir. I am here to speak with Monsieur Treville about joining the military."

"Shouldn't you be at a recruiting office rather than here. Edmond's a busy man and he certainly doesn't need two little girls bothering him on the eve of the President's Gala."

She smirked. "Actually, I want to join the First Regiment."

Philippe laughed. "That's restricted for you, my dear. Females are not permitted to enlist in the first regiment."

Corinne folded her arms. "Who said I was a girl?"

"I... Uh, I thought that... You mean you're... What?"

Corinne smirked as Mia clamped a hand over her mouth, stifling a laugh at Philippe's stuttering. "Kidding, but seriously, I have a meeting. But your son has my approval letter."

Philippe rolled his eyes. "Brutus, please give the young lady her letter."

Brutus muttered some not-so-nice words as he dropped the crinkled paper on the ground. Corinne picked it up and watched with a sense of victory as Philippe shoved his son in the back seat of a black car and drove away.

Mia let out a whistle. "Well, that is not at all like I expected him to be."

Corinne shrugged. "Proves that people on t.v. can't be trusted." Mia nodded and out of the corner of her eye, Corinne saw Treville start to move into the building. "Monsieur Treville," she waved. "I must talk to you!"

He hesitated for a second, stroking his grey beard. "Come with me." Mia sent Corinne a thumbs-up as the two military men opened the gate for her to walk through. Treville led her through some hallways while men looked at her strangely.

He stopped on a balcony. "So, I believe you said you want to serve in the First Regiment. Am I correct?"

"Yes, sir. My father, Charles D'Artagnan, was a captain there."

"Your father was D'Artagnan?" He mumbled. "Well, that explains a lot." Treville shook his head. "Anyway, Corinne, there has never been a female in the First Regiment. It's prohibited."

"Why? I'm qualified. My father taught me to fence and shoot and even military Krav Maga! I could rip your throat out right now if I wanted to." She crossed arms.

Treville shuttered. "I'm sure you could, but you could always do that in most of the other regiments too."

"Please," Corinne pleaded. "just give me a chance!"

Treville sat a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, but you're just not ready." He paused for a moment. "But if there's anything you ever need, please come to me."

Corinne sucked in a breath. "Thank you, Monsieur." But she didn't understand. She didn't understand why men were held at such higher regard than women.

Treville escorted her out. Mia's happy smile turned somber when she saw Corinne's frown. They walked together until they found a bench to sit on.

Mia sighed. "We didn't make it." It was phrased as a statement rather than a question, but Corinne answered with a shake of her blonde head

Corinne put her face in her hands. "This day sure isn't turning out as I'd hoped."

"Well, what'd you expect, Corinne? For him to go, 'Oh, she's such a good soldier! But she's a girl. That's okay because I'll disregard the law and let her join the First Regiment anyway', or something?"

Corinne stifled a laugh. "Something like that. I've fantasized about this for eleven years, Mia! You can't at all expect my expectations to be anywhere near accurate!"

Mia shrugged, a little bit of humor coming back to her face. "I guess not, but still. I mean, you-hey!"

She interrupted herself when she saw Brutus walking along the street, one hand in his pocket and the other holding on to a half-chewed apple. A look of smugness lined his pretty, pale face.

Brutus briskly walked over to them and cockily smiled. He threw the apple over his shoulder. "Oh, look. It's Fangirl and..." He faces Corinne. "I'm not sure we've been properly introduced." He extended his hand out to hers. "I'm Brutus Beaumont, son of Philippe Beaumont." Brutus said it in kind of a flirtatious, seducing kind of way.

Corinne stood up and accepted his hand, squeezing it until it turned white. "Nice to meet you." She leaned toward his ear. Their heights were nearly the same so it wasn't that hard.

"Be a jerk-head again," she whispered. "And I will end you. Got it?"

He scowled, but nodded his head. Mia heard everything Corinne had said, so when she realized he crossed his fingers, she uttered the first words that came to her mouth.

"Go to Hell,"

Brutus paused for a second, but then gritted his teeth. "Run, Mia!" Corinne whispered. The girl obeyed, but not before picking up a clump of dirt and throwing it his face.

Brutus wiped the dirt off his face, gagging in the process. "The hell?!" He coughed for a second, but started running after Mia, who, fortunately, had a good head start.

Corinne was about to run after them, but tripped and fell. She eased herself up and dashed after the two kids.

"Brutus, Mia! There's no need for violence!"

"See you later, Delphine!" She heard a voice say. Corinne gasped as she crashed into a girl dressed in purple, causing her to fall into a mud puddle in the street.

The girl gasped. "How dare you?!"

"Sorry," Corinne called back, already thirty yards ahead.

"It's a crime against fashion!"

Corinne chuckled silently. The chase led into a park, much to the relief of the older blonde. No more crowds to apologize to.

The park, like most of Paris, was beautiful. The green grass was so soft, while the flowers contrasted against it.

They ran through the park and into a role-playing group's session. Brutus and Mia narrowly missed a red-headed girl, but, because she was herself, Corinne was the one to run splat into the girl. She fell into a rose bush with a hard thud.

"Excuse me, sorry!"

"Hey!" The red-head shouted. "That was really rude! I will not let this go unheard by my peers!"

A boy dressed in a prince costume rolled his eyes. "Great. Another thing for you to dramatize about."

She flipped her hair back as the others helped her up to her feet. "Really, Henry. Can you blame me? It's like the world despises me!" The girl put her hand on her forehead dramatically.

Henry faced his other friends. "And this is why she's a good actress."

Corinne is nearly out of breath by the time they reach the end of the park. Almost, but not quite. She never intended it for it to go this far now that she realizes where Mia was going.

"Mia, don't go in the palace gates! You'll get arrested!" The girl didn't seem to hear her and ran right through the side entrance, which was guarded by what appeared to be two sleeping men.

Corinne couldn't help but laugh. "And you call yourself a military," Mia and Brutus ran through the gate, waking the two men in the process. They shook their head and closed their eyes again. Corinne ran through the gate, hoping they wouldn't notice her. But of course, they opened their eyes just as she was running through.

"Hey, stop!" they shouted.

Corinne ignored them and focused on Mia. So focused that she crashed into yet another girl, this time dressed in blue and dark-skinned. Corinne side-swiped her, causing her to fall into the fountain she was playing the violin near.

"I'll get you!" she shouted.

Corinne cringed and turned around. "Okay, but you're 'gonna have to stand in line!"

The dark-skinned girl lifted her soaking wet violin out of the water and whined a little. Corinne shrugged as Mia and Brutus ran into the servant's entrance inside the palace. She stopped and caught her breath. As she was about to knock, a stout lady opened the door and shoved a girl out.

"You're fired!" she yelled at her. Corinne peered into the doorway, looking for Mia. The woman who had just fired the girl looked at her. "Who are you?"

Corinne's eyes widened. "Corinne… Madame."

The woman scowled. "You'll do," and at that, she pulled Corinne inside what appeared to be a kitchen. "My name's Made de Bosse. What brings you here?"

"I was chasing after my friend. who was being chased by the boy who stole my letter, who also-"

"Brings you to Paris," Madame de Bosse interrupted.

"Oh, uh… I came to be in the First Regiment."

The woman laughed loudly. "There is no women in the First Regiment."

Corinne folded her arms. "Who said I'm a girl?"

"You mean you're… wait, you're not… what?"

Corinne laughed. "Kidding. Anyway, not yet, but it's my dream!"

Madame de Bosse pointed a finger at her. "Dreams are for sleeping." Corinne was about to say something but the woman interrupted. "I happen to have an opening. Do you want a job or not."

Corinne was about to decline, but the two men who had been chasing her came into the room just then and eyed the girl with a gun pointed. "Uh, yes, Madame de Bosse." Corinne sent a smug look to them and left with the woman.

Madame de Bosse picked up a pink maids uniform. "Your uniform,"

They walked out into the palace's halls. Corinne couldn't help but wander around, day-dreaming about the place. The dreams were interrupted by a loud clap. Three girls came scrambling in. Corinne gulped as she recognized them.

"These are your late," the woman sneered. "and messy co-workers. Viveca," the brunette, purple-wearing girl Corinne had pushed into a mud puddle. "Aramina," the red-head, live-action role-player she had knocked into a rosebush. "and Renee," the dark-skinned, blue-wearing girl Corinne had side-swept into a fountain. They all look insanely furious and Corinne feared her life for a moment. Just a moment.

Madame de Bosse left, leaving three girls staring daggers at the fourth.

"Que se passe-t-il?!" Viveca yelled.

"Cosplay ruiner!" Aramina shouted.

Renee pointed a finger at Corinne. "You!"

Corinne cringed. "I'm so sorry! If there's anything I can do to make it up to you-"

Viveca put her hands on her hips. "She should wash every single curtain in the palace!"

"No!" Aramina interrupted. "She should clean out the meat locker!"

Corinne noticed Renee's evil girl stepped up and glared at the blonde. "I think I have the perfect job for her."

"Oh, no," Corinne muttered.

A/N: Hello! I am so sorry for not updating. I've just been feeling really unmotivated, so I started writing a oneshot that will hopefully be published fairly soon. I would just like to say that I am going to delete different parts of the movie because of length. I will also be adding new scenes so if there's something you want to see, shoot me a review or PM.

Sincerely,

Weatherbug02