A/N: I am really enjoying writing this story! I cannot wait for future episodes, I have it all planned out in my head.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Ellie.

It took nearly two hours to get back to Paris, and by then Ellie was freezing. She stopped her horse, and swung her leg around; wincing as it had cramped up. Athos walked over to where she was and held out his arms for her. She placed hers on his shoulders and he lifted her down; off of the horse. She smiled up at him, and he gave her the smallest smile before walking off. Ellie smiled to herself, getting a smile from Athos, no matter how small, was a great achievement. She wandered over to the bench and poured herself a bowl of soup. She ate a spoonful and sighed as it warmed her up. The courtyard of the Garrison was abandoned apart from Athos, Aramis, Porthos and herself.

'I'm starving.' Porthos moaned as he sat down next to her.

'You're always starving.' Ellie pointed out, tearing a piece of bread off and dipping it in her soup. Porthos just mumbled under his breath, tearing a piece of bread off for himself.

'I'm looking for Athos!' A voice yelled. Ellie turned around as a man, about the same age as Aramis, walked into the courtyard.

'You've found him.' Athos replied, strolling over to the man.

'My name is D'Artagnan, of Lupiac in Gascony.' D'Artagnan pointed his pistol at Athos before lowering it.'Prepare to fight. One of us dies here.'

'Now, that's the way to make an entrance.' Aramis mused, and Ellie turned around to face him.

'You've just proven my point, of you being a huge drama queen.' Ellie told him before t, but before he could say anything back, Ellie turned her back ,facing back to the approaching fight. The two men started circling each other, both pointing their sword at the other.

'Can I ask why?' Athos inquired, staring at the man.

'You murdered my father.' D'Artagnan replied, lunging at Athos who blocked the sword easily.

'Now, Athos may be a git; but he would never kill someone unless he had to.' Ellie told D'Artagnan, from where she had moved next to Aramis.

'She's right, I'm not the man you're looking for.' Athos concluded blocking another attack.

'Murderer!' He yelled. 'Do you deny you shot Alexandre D'Artagnan two days ago in cold blood?' D'Artagnan asked, as the two men still circled each other.

'I usually remember the men I kill. That name means nothing to me.' Athos replied honestly.

'Then you're a liar as well!' D'Artagnan yelled before attacking Athos again. This time, Athos had to put a bit more effort into blocking his attacks.

'Remarkable, he's keeping up with Athos!' Aramis exclaimed. Ellie shook her head.

'Nah, he just doesn't want to hurt the lunatic.' Porthos told him. Aramis chuckled as Athos slammed D'Artagnan into the wooden pole, his knife inches away from his throat.

'Agreed.' Ellie added. Aramis chuckled as Athos slammed D'Artagnan into the wooden pole, his knife inches away from his throat.

'That is enough!' Athos yelled. 'That could have been your throat.' Athos released D'Artagnan, taking a step away from him. 'I didn't kill your father and I don't want to kill you.' He turned away from him, not seeing D'Artagnan pull the knife out of the wood. He launched it at Athos.

'Athos!' Porthos yelled, and Athos ducked to the side as the knife grazed past him; embedding itself in the wood, inches away from Aramis' hand and Ellie's head. Ellie slowly stood up, staring at the man in front of her.

D'Artagnan picked up his sword and pointed it at Athos again.

'And that could have been your back.' He adjusted his position, walking towards him.

'More likely my head!' Ellie yelled at him. The man didn't pay her any attention as he picked his sword out of the ground and wiped the mud off of it.

'Now fight me or die on your knees!' He yelled. 'I don't care which.' Athos didn't respond, he just stared blankly at the man. 'No?' He asked before launching his sword at Athos again. Only to be blocked by Aramis.

'He said enough.' Aramis reminded him. D'Artagnan only took a step back, adjusting his grip on his sword.

'Very well. I'll fight both of you.' D'Artagnan replied, launching himself again at the two musketeers. His sword was brought down onto the table by Athos', then Aramis' and then Porthos'. D'Artagnan went to lift his sword up, only for another sword to land on top of his.

'They said enough, D'Artagnan.' Ellie said quietly, looking at the man. 'Now, for God's sake, put up your sword.' D'Artagnan considered it for a moment

'You'll have to kill me for it.' He told them, before lifting his sword up; taking the other four swords with him. Ellie drew hers back, not wanting to be the one to injure the man. But as the three men cornered D'Artagnan on the stairs, she took step forwards…just as Constance walked into the courtyard.

'You're a lively little bugger, aren't you!' Porthos exclaimed, blocking D'Artagnan' sword. Ellie watched the fight, intrigued by the newcomer. But as the three men cornered D'Artagnan on the stairs, she took step forwards…just as Constance walked into the courtyard.

'Stop fighting, all of you!' Constance yelled, storming over to them. 'Is three against one fair?' She asked standing behind them.

'We weren't going to kill him.' Athos replied bluntly, drawing his sword and sheathing it back into his belt.

'Weren't we?' Porthos asked turning his head.

'Next time, let us know.' Aramis retorted also drawing his sword. Ellie rolled her eyes and helped D'Artagnan up off of the stairs.

'Madame Bonacieux, what are you doing here?' Athos asked politely.

'I followed him because I knew he was going to do something stupid.' Constance said turning to face Athos.

'I don't need a woman to protect me.' D'Artagnan told her, walking over to her.

'Are you sure?' Ellie asked, drawing the attention to her. 'Because if Constance hadn't arrived, and if I hadn't I had been here they, would have killed you.' Ellie told him.

'If only men would think, instead of fight.' Constance complained standing next to Ellie.

'Him, I'm not sure about.' Aramis stated aloud. 'Her, I like.' Ellie sighed, some people never change. Just then, Treville walked in, flanked by two Red Guards and three Musketeers.

'What's going on?' Treville asked staring at the newcomers. When no one answered, he changed the subject. 'Never mind. Did you find Cornet?' Treville asked.

'He never made it to the monastery.' Athos replied. 'Give us 20 men and we'll search the road to Chartres.' He said, staring Treville in the eye.

'Athos, I'm sorry. These men have come to arrest you.' Treville announced sadly. Ellie immediately took a step towards Athos, Porthos and Athos standing either side of him; hands on their swords. 'You're to appear before the king immediately, charged with robbery and murder.' Aramis and Porthos each took a step towards Athos, their hands on their swords. 'I promised them there'd be no trouble.' Treville finished. Aramis and Porthos sheathed their swords and took a step back. Athos undid his belt, handing it to Ellie, who watched on sadly.

'I'm not the man you're looking for.' Athos told D'Artagnan, as he walked towards the Red Guards.

'Then why did my father name you before he died?' D'Artagnan asked.

'I don't know.' Athos replied. The Red Guards led Athos away from the Garrison, leaving Ellie, Porthos, Aramis, D'Artagnan and Constance alone once more.

A/N: Dundundun...