"We can't trust him." Porthos as he and Athos drove back to the office. They'd left D'artagnan with Aramis and Marsac, guessing the younger man would be less likely to try and kill Marsac. Something which both Athos and Porthos were having difficulty with.
"I know but Aramis seems to."
"He left Aramis to die in the woods." Porthos glowered, parking the car outside the office. "What are we going to tell Treville?" Athos didn't answer, just got out of the car, hoping that Aramis didn't do anything stupid while they were gone.
…
D'artagnan sat across the table from Marsac, tossing a knife between his hands. "What?" He asked, seeing that Marsac's eyes were following him. The older man just shrugged, his eyes going towards the bathroom were Aramis had disappeared into to have a shower. "What were you to Aramis?"
Marsac lifted an eyebrow and D'artagnan shrugged. He was curious, having seen the way Aramis had looked at Marsac. Something had definitely happened there. "We dated for a time." Marsac replied.
"Really?" D'artagnan didn't believe it. Over the time he had known Aramis, he had slowly realised that she would date pretty much anyone but whenever one of the other musketeers played her any sort of advance Aramis would brush them off. To believe that she'd actually had some sort of relationship with Marsac, it was completely baffling.
"Aramis has changed from when I last saw her. If she was anything like she used to be, you boys wouldn't be just friends with her, believe me. That woman was amazing and entirely without care." D'artagnan paused with the knife in his hand, seriously considering actually putting it somewhere in Marsac. Somewhere extremely painful.
"Don't call her that." D'artagnan settled on saying.
"You don't know her, not the real Aramis. Not any of you and none of you have any say in what I say or do." The door to the bathroom opened before D'artagnan could hit the man. Aramis walked out, her hair tied at the back of her head in a messy knot; wearing a pair of old jeans and a top D'artagnan vaguely remembered seeing on Athos one time.
She coked an eyebrow at the pair but didn't say anything. "Athos texted. I think he wants you at the office. Aramis said to D'artagnan.
"Will you be alright?" Aramis nodded her head in answer. "Okay." D'artagnan hesitated for a minute longer before nodding his head and disappearing from the flat.
Marsac was silent for a minute until he was sure D'artagnan wasn't going to return and then he started to talk. "I do have proof; I just don't trust your friends enough to show them it." Marsac took out a phone from his pocket.
"What is this?" Aramis asked, curiously taking the phone from Marsac. A video came up of a man and she couldn't help but frown in confusion.
"Watch it." Marsac replied. Aramis took the phone and pressed play.
"We killed the soldiers?" The man on the tape said.
"Why?" Marsac's voice appeared.
"Orders from Victor Savoy. We were given a tip off that they had to come and kill him, to take control of his company."
"Where did you get your information?"
"Treville."
Aramis nearly dropped the phone onto the table. "Treville?" Her voice was shaking slightly as the full weight of what she had just heard came over her. Why had the captain done that? Treville didn't seem the type of man to just allow someone to kill a group of unarmed soldiers.
"You know him?" Marsac asked, his arm gripping Aramis' shoulder.
"Captain Treville. He's the one that hired me." Aramis replied, shaking a little.
Marsac stood up and Aramis didn't step away as he closed the gap between them until she could feel his breath on her face. "Probably out of pity or a sad attempt at making up for his crimes. This Treville killed our friends Aramis. Our friends." Aramis shook her head, not believing what Marsac had said.
"But…" Marsac placed a finger on her lips.
"He did this. You remember that night don't you? Remember the screams of our dying friends. They died because of Treville." Aramis shivered a little as the memories appeared. "We'll get revenge for our dead friends but we can't be here when they get back." Aramis didn't know what to say as she allowed Marsac to guide her out of the flat.
…..
Treville sat in silence as Athos and Porthos finished explaining about Marsac. "Why is he here?" He said, after a moment consideration of what the two men said.
"Marsac wants Aramis to help him get revenge on the people who led the attack in Savoy." Athos replied and Treville felt a headache coming on. He hadn't known Aramis at the time of the attack but even if he had, Treville would still probably have gone through with it.
"Did he tell you everything?" Treville asked, hoping against hope that maybe Marsac hadn't heard his name mentioned.
"Probably not." Porthos replied.
"The attack on Savoy." Treville repeated, thankful when Athos and Porthos stayed silent. He knew he would have to tell them, explain his actions. Treville just hoped that Aramis would stick around to listen when she found out. "At the time there was a man in Savoy that threatened to destroy our organisation." Athos and Porthos shared a confused look but didn't interrupt. "The only way that we could silence him was to kill him but he was well protected. So I was asked to look into my old military contacts to have a team assigned on a training exercise in Savoy."
"You're the reason for that massacre." Porthos' voice was both disbelieving and angry. "Aramis could have died."
"I didn't know Aramis then and at the time it was a necessary sacrifice." Treville countered.
"If Marsac knows this, it means Aramis does to." Athos interrupted.
"Either way she needs to know the truth." Porthos continued, looking at Treville in anger. "Did you know when she applied for the position?"
Treville let out another sigh. "She didn't apply for this unit, I approached her when I found out Aramis had survived the attack."
"To make amends." Athos added in disgust. It was hard to believe the Captain would do this and Athos knew that if Treville did something like this ever it would be for a good reason. The problem was knowing that Treville's orders could have killed Aramis. It didn't matter that at the time Athos hadn't known her, it still made his blood boil. "We need to talk to her." Athos finally said, walking out of the office without a backwards glance.
…
D'artagnan nearly bumped into Athos and Porthos as they walked out of Treville's office. "What are you doing here?" Athos asked.
"You called Aramis to say you wanted me in, remember?" D'artagnan replied, a hint of apprehension in his voice. Both Porthos and Athos looked like they wanted to beat the shit out of someone and neither seemed to care who that person was.
"No, we didn't." Porthos said, a frown etching his face. "Where's Aramis?"
"I left her at the flat."
"With Marsac." Athos interrupted and when D'artagnan nodded he swore. Before D'artagnan could ask why, both men were racing down the corridor and getting into the car.
…..
They ended up sitting in a taxi, Aramis till a little dazed at what Marsac had said. She couldn't understand why Captain Treville would sanction the killing of anyone, whether they were his men or not. When Aramis had met Treville, 2 months after Savoy, he had offered her a place in his unit. Treville hadn't explained why but knowing what she knew now, Aramis realised it was guilt. Guilt that he allowed her friends to be killed. As if giving her a new job and a new life would get rid of that guilt.
"What are we doing here?" Aramis asked as the taxi pulled up outside the office.
"To get justice." Marsac repeated, paying the taxi driver and pulling her out of it with him.
"We can call the police and get him arrested." Aramis countered, still confused as to what Marsac was doing. But when he pulled out a gun from his holster, Aramis realised. "You can't…"
"They won't arrest him Aramis and you said it yourself, you want justice. The only way we'll get it is if Treville dies." A deranged look went across Marsac's eye and Aramis shook her head. "Don't you want justice? Don't you care about our dead friends?"
"I want justice but not like this, Marsac." Aramis snapped, pulling away from Marsac. They were standing in a deserted street across from the office.
"This is the only way, 'Mis." Marsac said, turning away. Aramis grabbed his arm and he backhanded across the face with the pistol. As she dropped to the floor, Marsac disappeared towards the building.
…..
"Captain, there's a Monsieur Marsac here to see you." The receptionist spoke over the phone and Treville closed his eyes for a moment, not surprised after his meeting with Athos and Porthos.
"Send him up." Treville replied, calmly to the receptionist as he pulled a hand gun from his desk draw.
5 minutes later the door to his office opened and Marsac stepped through. Treville didn't say anything, just watched the other man warily. "Where is Aramis?" The Captain had expected her to be there to confront him but seeing she wasn't made worry pile up.
"She wanted justice like me but wasn't prepared to take it." Marsac replied, pulling out a gun. "You killed my friends. 20 soldiers. Dead in the snow because of you." Treville didn't reply, not having anything to say. He had seen the pictures of Savoy, knew what his actions had caused. But he would do them again.
"I was following orders." Treville calmly stated. "Put the gun down and let's be reasonable about this."
"They were my friends."
Marsac would have shot him there if the door hadn't opened in that split second before his finger hit the trigger. "Marsac put the gun down." Aramis said her voice not nearly as steady as it usually was.
"He killed our friends."
"I know and he will answer to it in court but killing Treville won't solve anything." Treville kept his gaze on Aramis as he interrupted her.
"There won't be a trial." Aramis turned to him, confusion and anger mixed together.
"Why not?"
"I was following orders." Treville replied, trying to calm the situation before someone got hurt. Seeing that Aramis wasn't convinced however, Treville had to continue. "The orders came from high up, saying that a distraction was needed."
"We were a distraction? A distraction from what?" Marsac still had his gun pointed at Treville as Aramis spoke.
"A distraction from a spy being kidnapped and killed. This man in Savoy was going to destroy everything we built here. I am sorry for what happened and I wish there had been another way but…"
"Orders are orders." Aramis breathed.
"He killed our friends 'Mis." Marsac shouted, pulling the trigger. Treville didn't know what happened next as he ducked behind his desk and a second shot rang out.
Slowly, Treville stood up and took in the scene before him. Marsac was lying on the floor, bleeding from a wound in his chest and by the looks of things; Aramis had been the one to shoot him. "Is he…" Aramis didn't reply as she fought back the tears brewing in her eyes. Not knowing what else to do, Treville stood there a little awkward as Aramis clutched Marsac to her. "I'll call an ambulance."
"He's dead." Aramis whispered and sure enough, Treville saw that Marsac's eyes were staring off at nothing. Gently, Treville clasped Aramis' shoulder and disappeared from the room. After making a few calls and reassuring those that had come running at the sound of shots, Treville was driving Aramis back to her house.
…
The funeral was 2 days later. No one turned up, all except Aramis and Captain Treville. She looked surprised to see him but didn't say anything as he sat next to her and listened to the priest's words. He knew Aramis had been ignoring Athos, Porthos and D'artagnan's calls ever since what had happened and it had taken everything Treville had to stop them from coming to the funeral. It was obvious Aramis didn't want them there or she would have asked.
When it was done, Treville stayed near the place Marsac was buried as Aramis stood there in silence. He could vaguely see tears running down her cheeks and felt completely helpless as to what to do. Eventually, he just swallowed his worry and walked over to her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder the way he'd seen Porthos do many times before.
"He was my friend." She finally said, her voice choked and drained. "He was my friend and I killed him." Not knowing what else to do, Treville pulled her in a little closer, offering whatever comfort he could as she cried over the death of her friend.
Hope this was alright as was a little apprehensive as writing Treville, seeing as he's a character I'm not brilliant at writing. Also, a lot of this one shot was taken from 'Good Soldier' so is obviously not my ideas.
As always, please review and if there are any one shots you want me to write in the future and open for ideas
