A/N couldn't keep you waiting for to long. Thank you all for your amazing reviews. There really isn't to much left of this story. But have some ideas I am working on for a new one :)

Chapter 25

Aramis opened his eyes, blinking a few times as they got use to the brightness of the room. He shifted slightly and winced as he felt pain shoot through his side. He frowned, letting his eyes wander the room before they settled on the worried face of his best friend.

"Finally! I was getting a bit fed up of watching you sleep," Porthos joked lightly, smiling to conceal the honest worry he had felt.

"How are you feeling?" he asked him tentatively. Aramis didn't answer at first. Porthos watched silently, knowing that he was trying to figure out what was going on. It didn't take Aramis long to remember and he watched as a look of pain and grief graced his features, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop his friend from suffering.

"They killed our child. I need to find Marie," he whispered, gazing up at Porthos with a look in his eyes Porthos didn't recognize.

"Oh no you don't! You're not going anywhere," Porthos told him firmly, pushing Aramis back down on the bed as he tried to clamber up.

"Get off me!" Aramis snapped, pain, exhaustion and grief causing his temper to return. He shrugged Porthos off and made it to his feet.

"Aramis, listen to me! You are in no fit state to do anything. Athos asked us to stay here! I can't let you leave!" Porthos said, grabbing his arm. Aramis spun around, eyes gleaming dangerously.

"You think I care what Athos wants us to do? I need to find Marie. So get off me and let me go!" Aramis shouted. Porthos growled, grabbing the smaller man and pushing him firmly back on the bed.

"If you want Marie back alive you will do as Athos ordered!" he snarled, glaring down at him.

"Get off me!" Aramis hissed, holding his friend's stare easily. Porthos sighed, releasing his hold on him and stepping back. He thought for a moment Aramis would attempt to make a run for it, but instead he turned his back to Porthos and fell silent. Porthos wasn't sure if this was better; silence with Aramis was never good. He would prefer anger, screaming rage, anything but silence. It meant Aramis had closed up and Porthos cursed himself for losing his temper and pushing him away.

He was brought forcefully out of his thoughts by the door bursting open. He spun around, shooting straight at the first man who came at him. The man fell dead and he drew his sword quickly, calculating his chances as ten men flooded the room. Their raised voices must have drawn the enemy's attention. He was badly outnumbered; this wasn't going to be easy.

Another man fell as a gunshot cracked to his right. He looked to his side, finding Aramis on his feet beside him. His entire body shook with rage. Porthos saw murder written in his eyes and almost felt sorry for the men. Aramis was beyond Porthos's control now. Something had well and truly snapped inside the Musketeer. He wanted to avenge the death of his unborn child and the abuse to his love, and Porthos was damned if he was going to stop him. He was just going to help him and make sure he didn't get himself killed in the process.

"Let me guess. It was me you were hoping would find Marie?" Athos's cold voice rang through the room. D'Artagnan released the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding as he felt the gun leave his head. He glanced over his shoulder at the door. Athos stood rigidly, a hard look on his face. He cast a glance over in D'Artagnan's direction, his eyes quickly taking in the still form of his sister's body. D'Artagnan caught his eye and gave him a slight nod, which was enough for Athos to know Marie was still alive.

"D'Artagnan, take Marie to her room. Porthos and Aramis, if he's awake, will look after her. Then go and fetch a physician," Athos ordered him, his eyes now firmly fixed on his wife. D'Artagnan went to move but he was stopped as Anne hit him hard over the head with the gun. His world went dark and he slumped to the ground, unconscious.

Athos moved forward but was stopped by Anne forcing him back against the wall, the pistol now trained on his chest.

"Anne, please this has nothing to do with Marie. Your revenge is for me. You don't need to kill my sister," Athos said, keeping his voice steady and trying to ignore the panic that was slowly rising up inside him.

"That's where you're wrong, Athos. I do need to kill her. I don't plan on you dying. No, I want you to live with this, live with the fact that you were unable to stop me killing both your siblings," she replied.

"I won't let you kill Marie! Not while there is still breathe in my body. You will have to kill me first!" Athos warned. Anne looked at him, smiling slightly, leaning in closer to him, the gun still pushed firmly against his heart.

"That can be arranged," she whispered, tightening her finger on the trigger, Athos held her stare steadily. He knew there was no way he was getting out of this alive, but he was damned if he was going to let Anne see his fear.

"Just do it Anne," he hissed. A shot rang out through the room.

oops sorry another cliffhanger :/ please review they make me happy!