A/N Hey everybody! Thank you so much for all the reviews, follows and favorites. I feel very honored. I have a few chapters for this story already on my latop, waiting to be posted. I'm open for prompts though. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as you enjoyed the first one.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I only own my Netflix account on which I've watched all the seasons of The Musketeers multiple times.

Ages: Athos is 14, Porthos is 12, Aramis is 10 and d'Artagnan is 4.

By the way, this chapter takes place about 2 months after the events in chapter 1.

Chapter 2

Treville was busy cooking dinner when he heard a lot of noise coming from the living room. Athos, who was setting the table, looked at his dad and smiled.

'I'll take care of it. I'm almost done anyway.'

The moment Athos entered the living room, Aramis dove behind him, using him as a shield.

'What's going on?'

'You have to protect me, Athos! Porthos is trying to kill me!'

'You know you deserve it!' Porthos shouted as he stormed towards his brothers.

Athos held his hands up and stood between his brothers.

'Porthos, calm down. Tell me what happened.'

'Aramis stole my football and he refuses to give it back!'

'That's because I don't have your stupid ball!'

'Liar!'

Porthos tried to get pas Athos, but the fourteen year old pushed him back.

'Calm down, Porthos. Let Aramis tell his side of the story.'

Porthos scowled but obeyed. Athos turned towards his second youngest brother.

'Aramis, did you take Porthos' ball?'

'No! I didn't even go near it, let alone touch it. I walked into our room and suddenly Porthos started to shout at me, telling me to give his ball back. When I said I didn't have it, he said he was going to kill me.'

Athos sighed. 'Porthos, are you sure you didn't lose it?'

Porthos simply stared at him.

'Okay, stupid question.'

Suddenly, Porthos darted past him and tackled Aramis. Athos was about to interrupt when he saw d'Artagnan standing in the doorway, his small hands behind his back. His brown eyes shone with fear. The boy came to live with them two months ago and had yet to get used to all the rough housing and shouting. Of course, Porthos' anger problems didn't help. Deciding Aramis could defend himself for a few minutes, Athos walked over and kneeled down in front of his youngest brother.

'Hey d'Art, what's wrong?'

He heard the little boy mumble something.

'Could you repeat that a little louder?'

'I'm sorry.' D'Artagnan mumbled.

Athos frowned. 'What are you apologizing for? You didn't do anything wrong.'

Tears pooled in d'Artagnan's eyes.

'Yes, I did. I made Porthos angry.'

Realisation dawned on Athos.

'You took Porthos' ball, didn't you?'

D'Artagnan nodded and showed the ball he had been hiding behind his back. His eyes widened when he saw Porthos appear behind Athos, looking very angry.

'You stole my ball!' He roared, making Athos jump and turn around.

Before Athos could stop him, Porthos pounced on d'Artagnan, making the boy scream in fear. Treville stormed into the room when he heard the scream, just in time to see his youngest run upstairs and Athos and Aramis tackling Porthos.

'What the heck is going on here?!'

The three boys froze and looked at their father.

'Athos, I though you said you would take care of it?'

'I was taking care of it! I just didn't expect Porthos to pounce on d'Artagnan!'

Treville glared at Porthos, who stared at the ground.

'Care to explain, son?'

'The pup stole my ball?'

'Have you asked him why? Or explained why it means so much to you?'

'No. I lost control. I'm sorry, dad.'

Treville sighed.

'It's not me you should apologize to. I want you to look for your brother and make it up. You can join us at dinner when you have done that.'

Porthos nodded, grabbed his ball and jogged upstairs. He had already checked the bathroom and the closet, when he suddenly heard soft crying from Athos' and d'Artagnan's bedroom. He opened the door and looked inside. It always amazed him how tidy this room was. If only he and Aramis were capable of keeping their room like this.

He was hit by a wave of guilt when he saw the shaking form of d'Artagnan on Athos' bed. He carefully sat down on the side of the bed and placed his hand on the toddler's shoulder.

'Hey pup. I'm sorry I scared you that bad. I shouldn't have lost my control like that.'

D'Artagnan turned around and looked at him with red-rimmed eyes.

'I'm sorry I stole your ball. I didn't mean to, I swear.'

'It's not your fault. I never told you why that ball is so important to me. You see, my mom gave it to me a few weeks before she died. It's the only thing I have left of her.'

D'Artagnan shot up and wrapped his arms around Porthos.

'I'm really sorry. I'll never touch your ball again.'

Porthos chuckled and hugged his youngest brother to his chest. When the toddler finally let go, Porthos looked at him.

'Pup, before we go downstairs for dinner, I need to ask you one thing. Why did you take my ball?'

To his shock, tears appeared in d'Artagnan's eyes again.

'I wanted to ask if you wanted to play with me. My daddy used to do that with me.'

Porthos sighed and simply hugged his brother again. When d'Artagnan had calmed down, Porthos placed him on his hip and walked downstairs, into the kitchen. Treville smiled proudly at him.

Halfway through dinner, Porthos looked at Athos and Aramis.

'I claim the pup tomorrow. We're going to play with my ball.'