Things in Italics are Spanish as I don't trust Google Translator to translate everything correctly. Hope you enjoy

Aramis led the way down the streets of Paris, acutely aware of the following figure of his sister. It felt strange, seeing her after all this time. They hadn't parted on the best of terms and while Aramis did love his sister he didn't believe for a second the only reason she had come to Paris was because she wanted to see him.

"You're silent?" Angelica said, in French. Speaking Spanish in Paris wasn't the wisest thing to do, though Aramis had a feeling she was also doing it for the benefit of him, especially seeing as he hadn't had full length conversations in Spanish since the last time he'd seen her. "You never used to be this silent."

"Neither did you." Aramis retorted. Angelica may be older than him but it was only by 10 months. Technically, she was only his half-sister as they both had different Fathers', though they'd been raised together ever since Aramis had been born. "What are you doing in Paris?"

"I told you, I wanted to see you." Angelica replied innocently. Aramis only rolled his eyes though. They'd come to a stop outside his lodgings, only a few minutes away from the Garrison. "You live here?" The disgust was clear in her voice.

"It's not like being a Musketeer earns that much." Aramis answered.

"That's why living the honest life isn't for me. You're all poor." Angelica said, following Aramis up the stairs and into his rooms. They were modest with two bedrooms and another room which Aramis used for everything else. "Why do you need two rooms?"

Aramis only shrugged in answer. He hadn't planned on getting two rooms but when he'd met Porthos and Athos they'd ended up in his lodgings when they were finally kicked out of the taverns. Though that was only because Aramis' was the cleanest and most likely to have something other than wine or nothing in the cupboards.

"My little brother, a Musketeer." Angelica said, sitting in one of the chairs and kicking her feet up onto the table. "Why?"

"Why are you in Paris?" Aramis was quickly losing his patience with his sister and by the look on her face she knew it too.

"Jack left me on a deserted island and the first ship I saw was heading for France." Angelica answered, seemingly bored of irritating Aramis. "So why a Musketeer?"

"The religious life isn't for me." Aramis answered, taking a seat. He didn't offer Angelica any wine but she didn't seem to mind.

"Seems a bit of a dramatic change, what did mother say about that?" Aramis paused, unsure of what to say. Their Mother had passed away a few weeks after Angelica had left and just before Aramis had headed to Paris to become a soldier. "Though I don't suppose it matters." Angelica carried on as if Aramis hadn't hesitated. "Why the Musketeers though, you could have found adventure elsewhere."

"I didn't want to earn a living the way you do." Aramis bit out before he had a chance to think about what he was saying. This argument had been going on ever since Angelica had decided to follow in her own Fathers' footsteps and was part of the reason the two of them hadn't seen one another for 7 years.

"It's in my blood." Angelica's voice had gone low and angry then but there was something else in her face that told Aramis something was wrong.

"Weren't you on Blackbeard's ship?" Blackbeard being Angelica's Father Aramis presumed that was the reason Angelica had looked a little off. He was right as her face fell for a moment before being re-placed with an angry look.

She went off in an angry spiel of Spanish. "My Father was meant to drink from the Fountain of Youth so that he wouldn't die; I was going to give him all my years so that he would live. But jack decided to give me the eternal life and let my Father die and then he dropped me off on a deserted island with a pistol with only one shot."

"I'm sorry." Aramis had never liked Angelica's Father but having lost his own he understood that how Angelica was feeling. He was tempted to say more on the subject about Blackbeard deserving it but restrained himself, knowing how much Angelica had cared for her Father. Even if she was good at hiding it. "How long will you stay in Paris?"

"Until I can find a ship to take me to Tortuga." Angelica replied. On an impulse, Aramis grabbed her hand, giving her an easy smile he hadn't given her since he was a child. She returned the smile with a look of gratitude on her face.

"Stay as long as you need to." Angelica nodded her head in thanks as Aramis went to a cupboard and produced two cups and a flagon of wine.

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Treville stood in front of the King, Queen and the Cardinal after explaining that his men had lost the pirate. He didn't tell them that she was in Paris and was Aramis' sister as he knew the Cardinal to well to know the man wouldn't let that fact just sit there. "Have you been able to trace her?"

"No, for all we know she's left Paris." Treville didn't feel right lying to the King, who was sat on the throne watching them. Athos was standing next to him, a grave look on his face. Treville didn't blame him either. None of them knew what would happen if the King found out that Aramis had a pirate for a sister and while Treville didn't trust the pirate for a second he did trust his men's' judgment. He only hoped the fact that this pirate was Aramis' sister would cloud any of their judgments. If she were to be discovered and hung, Treville wasn't sure what Aramis would do but he knew that if Aramis decided to defy the King's orders then Athos, Porthos and D'artagnan would stand by their friend's side. It would be disastrous if that happened so it was better to keep the truth of the matter from everyone else.

"I want this pirate found and hanged." The King said. "We can't have a pirate running around France."

"Of course your majesty." Treville said, bowing his head. Athos followed suit as the two left the room.

"Captain?" Athos asked.

"Tell Aramis to get her out of Paris." Treville said, looking straight at Athos. "If she's found it won't matter who she is, she'll hang." It was unspoken between the two of what Aramis might do if the Cardinal or the King found Angelica.

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