This is the next to last chapter of Who? I feel so blessed with all your reviews/follows/likes/views/etc. It humbles me, and encourages me to keep writing and always to hopefully improve my work. I am already at work on the next story, and may have the first chapter for you by the end of the week.

"Why can't I remember?" Aramis asked, sounding confused that he had no memory of it.

"Aramis, do you remember eating a strawberry tart in the carriage?" Athos asked.

Aramis thought about it, and slowly nodded. "I actually ate two", he confessed.

"That explains it!", Porthos nearly shouted. "Two would have been far worse than one."

Aramis was looking at them, now thoroughly confused at both the question and the comment.

Athos explained, "Aramis, a powerful sleeping powder had been put into the tarts that you ate. It knocked you out. You have been out for two days, and we have been quite worried, as until yesterday, we did not know what the powder was, a sleeping powder or a drug of some other kind. We also did not know you ate two of them, which was why you were out for so very long. It gave us quite a scare, brother."

Aramis was again getting very sleepy, but he continued, asking, "Who would do such a thing?"

"It seems Saintonge's estate manager, Mattieu, had some kind of affection for Nicholas, and when he was killed, wanted revenge. The tarts were not the only thing he orchestrated. He hired men to attack us when the carriage you were in went over the cliff," then Athos stopped, as Aramis had fallen back asleep.

This time, the sleeping Aramis just made his brothers smile fondly at him. They couldn't wait to find out how he made it out of the carriage wreck without getting killed, but sleep was a powerful healer, and they just rejoiced that their brother was back with them.

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The sleeping powder seemed to have taken over again, as Aramis slept for many hours after his brief waking moments. His body never moved the whole time he slept, but the sleep seemed more peaceful this time, for which they were very thankful.

Towards evening, they heard a commotion outside, and with all that had happened in recent times, all of them drew their pistols as they headed for the door.

Before they could reach it, it suddenly opened, and they heaved sighs of relief as they saw Treville standing in the doorway.

He came into the room, heading right for the bed where Aramis lay. "How long has he been out?"

Surprised that he didn't ask them how he knew where they were, Athos asked, "How did you find us, Captain?"

Treville looked up, saying, "Saintonge sent word of what had happened, and we just followed your trail from the accident site until we reached the village. I knew where you would be as soon as I recognized the village. How is Aramis?"

He no sooner said this than Aramis began to stir, but it was not a restful awakening. Not all the way awake, he again began calling urgently for Athos, once again agonizing that his brother was in mortal danger.

Athos quickly sat down at his side. Taking his hand and laying the other hand gently to cup his cheek, Athos softly said, "Aramis, I am right here. We are fine now. We are at Amelie's house. Will you open your eyes for us, please?"

They were concerned that he seemed to be at the same stage he was the first time he awakened. They wondered if the drug had anything else mixed with it, but would not be able to find out until they got back to Paris.

Aramis slowly opened drowsy eyes, which first rested on Treville's concerned face. "Captain?"

"It is good to see you awake, Aramis. I have heard that you have had a rather difficult time of it lately," he told him, a deep concern reflected in his eyes as he looked down at the marksman he was so fond of.

"I'm fine, Captain," he whispered, earning him a snort from Porthos, and disbelieving looks from the rest of the Musketeers in the room.

A moment later, he was wildly looking around, calling out for Athos again. Athos, who had gotten up to get him some water, sat down on the edge of the bed again, and said, "Aramis, I am right here. I am fine."

Aramis quieted again upon seeing Athos, who asked him if he would drink some water for them. When Aramis nodded slightly, Porthos raised him up a bit. Athos gave him the water, and he drank quite a bit. Laying him back down again, Aramis was asleep moments later.

Porthos, a confused look causing him to lower his brows, asked, "What's wrong with 'im? Sleeping powders don't make your mind relive things like that."

Athos replied, "We do not know that a sleeping powder was all that was in the tart. We just need to keep a close eye on him until he seems all right again."

Porthos stayed at Aramis' side, while Treville and the others went out to the main room to fill the Captain in on what had been happening since they had last seen him. The story had Treville shaking his head.

"There seems to have been a whole den of criminals on the Saintonge estate. I will wager Saintonge will keep a much closer eye on all aspects of his property than it has had in quite some time," Treville said. "I will inform the King, and make sure he doesn't blame Saintonge for any of it, as he has tried to help as much as he could to make up for his errant brother's activities."

Athos said, "We are at a loss to know what is causing Aramis' behavior. He does not need this happening when he is still trying to recover from all he has been through. I have never seen someone keep imagining the same thing over and over like this, and he is so frantic, we need to keep a close eye on him to ensure that he does not injure himself further."

Treville was silent for a few moments, and then said,"I think I will take a couple of the tarts back to Paris now. There is a very highly esteemed physician that has just arrived to become royal physician, and maybe he can figure out what may be in the tarts. You three just stay here and take care of Aramis. I imagine, too, that you need a little rest from all the activities that you have been through, too. I will leave in the morning at first light."

Heading back into Aramis' room, Treville sat down at his bedside and took up the limp hand of his marksman, whispering, "I wish I could have spared you the pain and turmoil you have gone through, Aramis. We will get to the bottom of this last mystery, that I promise you," squeezing the hand gently before laying it once more on the bed.