I woke up feeling that I was being watched. The feeling made my skin crawl, and I burst upwards, flipping over the chair I had been sleeping on.

I heard a shout of surprise, then a thud.

My vision came back, and I saw D'artagnan was laying on the floor instead of the couch, blinking stars from his eyes.

There was also a little boy, who had fallen against the wall, and he was staring up at me with wide green eyes. He had dark brown hair and vibrant green eyes, and he looked like a younger, smaller, version of Henry with Charlotte's eyes.

Charlotte rushed into the living room, and laughed at us. Then she bustled over to the little boy, helping him to his feet as I picked D'artagnan up.

I smiled sheepishly at D'artagnan, murmuring what had happened. I had panicked because a little boy had been staring at me, so he had fallen off his impromptu bed when the noise had jarred him awake.

The little boy, who couldn't have been older than eight, was still staring at me with wide eyes as he hid partially behind his mother.

Charlotte drew her fingers through his curly hair fondly, then pointed to us, "These are the Musketeers I told you about earlier. That one is Rogue, and that one is D'artagnan."

I waved sheepishly as D'artagnan crouched, smiling at the little boy.

Charlotte looked up at us with a smile, "Musketeers, this is my son, Adam."

D'artagnan smiled brightly at him, "Hello Adam." He extended his hand towards the boy, who cautiously began stepping out from behind his mother.

He looked up at me warily, and pointed towards me, "You are scary." He concluded.

I gasped in mock distress as Charlotte gently reprimanded him.

I crouched down beside D'artagnan, "Really? Cause I think you're scary too." I teased the boy. D'artagnan bumped his elbow against mine, subtly teasing me about being frightened of a little boy so much I acted like a startled cat.

He looked at me incredulously, awe beginning to light his eyes. "R….Really? But, you're big…. And stronger than me."

I tilted my head as D'artagnan asked, "What does that have to do with anything? I'd say you're quite the little fighter if you want to be."

The boy perked up, getting excited. Then he walked over to us, taking D'artagnan's still extended hand and shaking it as hard as he could. D'artagnan's lips quirked up in a fond smile. I smiled at D'artagnan, he'd make a good father someday. And I think he wanted a family of his own, if it was with Constance.

I think she wanted children too, and I know she'd love them with D'artagnan.

We just had to find her first.

As D'artagnan started chatting with Adam, I stood up and slipped on my boots.

I smiled at Charlotte, and she gestured for me to follow her to the kitchen.

I walked in behind her and she closed the door, then she turned to me and said, "I have a feeling you're about to tell me you need to leave."

I dipped my head, "You are correct. My companion and I are here to save a friend."

Charlotte didn't look as surprised as I expected her to be, then she stepped forward slightly, lowering her voice to a hush. "I know who you are." She murmured.

I tilted my head in confusion, I had already told her my name, so….?

"You're the Horseman of Death." She stated, looking up at me. "I remember your face being on the wanted posters where I used to live. I always thought what you did was heroic, that's why I helped you last night before I realized you were a Musketeer. You saved so many people, I wanted to return the favor."

Then she stepped back and waltzed to the counter as if she hadn't made my heart lodge itself in my throat. I quickly shook out of the daze and studied her, "Are you going to tell anyone about it?"

Charlotte laughed, "Don't have to. Most people have started to hear….. Whispers… About the four horsemen coming to France. Now that I know you are here, I think I have a good idea where the other three are as well. And if all four of you are here, than perhaps we might be in better hands than we thought."

I swallowed past the lump in my throat, coughing awkwardly, "We are all in France yes, but…. We aren't always able to save people." I began hesitantly. "We aren't the hero's people have made us out to be. We've killed as many as we've saved."

To my surprise, a wooden spoon was suddenly flying at me. It hit me right between my eyes and I cried out in surprise and pain, staggering over. Was it a general rule that all French housewives were lethal with spoons? Because it seemed to follow a pattern.

Charlotte stepped in front of me, her kind face pinched up in fiery determination, "Don't you dare tell me you aren't a hero, Rogue. The fact that you don't think you are despite all the people you've helped, just goes to show that you deserve that title even more. Yes, you've done bad, everyone has, but you always, always try your hardest to save innocent people. I've heard the stories, and I can see the scars on your body, I know you've almost killed yourself trying to save others. I know how close you've come to your namesake. All because you have a heart that is too big. If that doesn't make you a hero, I don't know what does."

Simply because she reminded me so much of Constance, I nodded in reply to her words.

She nodded in satisfaction and turned, starting her housework again.

"Now, I wish you luck in your endeavor. However, I have hope that since you are looking, your friend will be fine." She stated, leaving no room for an argument.

I stepped forward cautiously, "You seem to have a lot of faith in me." I said casually.

Charlotte grinned at me, "How could I not? I've been here in France at the time of your infamy in England, but I still visit my sister often. I've heard so much about you, and I've met some of the people you've helped. You done so much good, and you've done it almost entirely alone."

I shook my head, but guessed that it'd be useless to continue to fight her on the subject, even if I wasn't the hero she thought I was.

D'artagnan walked into the kitchen then, his sword tapping against the door frame as he walked through. He looked up at me, tearing his attention away from the little boy currently hanging on his arm, still asking more questions.

He smiled tiredly at me, and I could tell that the smile was forced. He was exhausted, even if he wouldn't admit it, and all of his focus was on Constance right now.

I heard his silent plea for help, so I turned to Charlotte, dropping a few coins onto the counter. "Thank you so much for your assistance, tell your husband that we appreciated his help. But we have to go now."

Charlotte nodded, attempting to give me the money back, but I quickly dodged her protests and walked to the front door, grabbing my cloak and my hat as D'artagnan untangled himself from Adam and did the same.

"Thank you again." D'artagnan said, trying for charming.

We walked out into the street and left Charlotte standing there in the doorway, one hand on Adam's head and the other curled around the money I had given her.

We quickly went to the stables, got our horses, and saddled them. They had been well taken care of, so D'artagnan left a small bag of a few coins hanging in the stall in return.

After we were saddled, we cautiously walked back into the street.

"We can't stay in town." D'artagnan said, "Not now. They know we're here now, they've seen us."

I nodded, sighing, "It'll make finding Constance more difficult. However, they did leave us a clue as to where she is."

D'artagnan shot me a sidelong glance, "What are you talking about?"

"The letter. It gave us a location, but the exact location wasn't in town, now was it? It was outside of town. It wasn't terrible descriptive, but if I had to guess, we aren't that far from it. It'll probably be a building outside the town, big enough to house the people who attacked us, and maybe more. All we have to do is find it. It might take us a few more days, but it's doable, and we have a place to start." I explained, swinging onto my horse quickly.

D'artagnan nodded, swinging onto his own horse. "That's more than enough for me. We have to find her quickly."

I hummed in agreement as we urged our horses into a gallop so we could get out of town quicker. "But we have to be thorough, otherwise we risk missing something."

D'artagnan shook his head, clearly unhappy, but conceded as we rode out, "Fine. If we miss something it'll take longer in the long run anyway I guess."

I shot him a grin, "There's thinking that would make Athos proud!"