A/N: Next chapter guys, enjoy! Oh and please check out my other new story and see what you think :D
"Can we not just go through one mission, one mission, just one, without Aramis getting into some kind of trouble!
I mean seriously! We weren't even on a mission! He was with us! It should have been D'artagnan that was difficult to get away from there, not Aramis!
Next time we get him on a horse, hell next time we take him anywhere, I am going to tie him to it, to us! Just some rope and create some kind of leash, harness type thing to keep him with us!
I'm going to punch him so hard he'll beg me to kick him! Then I'll get Treville to put him on palace duty for the rest of eternity to teach him how to be a safe, sane and sensible man!"
D'artagnan and Porthos sat on a handily placed log (courtesy of Porthos himself) and stared open mouthed as Athos ranted and raged. Arms flying wildly around as he shouted angrily, plotting the next way he would make Aramis pay for worrying him… again. The two others had experience with Athos when he got like this, he was calm and stoic through so many things but when he reached his breaking point, well. It's best to just wait out the storm.
"How long do you think this time?" D'artagnan murmured to Porthos, tilting his head slightly but keeping his eyes firmly fixed on their still pacing leader.
"Mmm five more minutes" Porthos muttered back.
"Nah I'd say ten more, he's really worked up this time"
Athos snarled and spun to face them, opening his mouth to berate them for their disrespect. A bolt of pain shot through his temple and brought him to his knees with a cry of agony, hands reaching up to clutch at his head, nails digging into his scalp to try and relieve the pressure.
"ATHOS"
They were by his side in seconds, D'artagnan seizing him by the wrists and dragging them away from his head too late to prevent him from drawing blood and Porthos placed his hands one on either side of his temples. It took a surprising amount of force to stop him from knocking his head repeatedly against the ground but finally after what seemed like two hours but what can really only have been about five minutes of heartbreaking agonised whimpers and squirming from Athos, it finally ended and his tensed muscles relaxed.
"Bloody hell Ath" Porthos breathed, smoothing his fingers across the heated brow and earning himself a hazy eyed squint in return, icy blue eyes swimming with pain and confusion.
"I completely concur" he rasped tiredly, eyes slipping closed again as he focused on breathing deeply and relaxing the tense and burning muscles.
"What was that?" D'artagnan was close to tears, hand resting on his brother's chest, reassuring himself that the heart beneath his fingers was still beating strongly.
"I am not entirely sure and no I do not want to find out" he gave a grunt as he forced his complaining stomach muscles to pull him into a sitting position, shrugging of the hands that hovered anxiously both trying to stop and help him.
"Athos" Porthos reproached.
"I know I know, and as soon as we have Aramis back I'll call in to Doctor Lemay you insufferable mother hen"
They each grabbed a hand and hauled him to his feet, rolling their eyes at the stubborn man and escorting him over to sit on the log.
"You are sitting here" Porthos pushed a water skin into his hands and glared meaningfully at him until he sipped it, "drinking some water and resting for at least an hour you loony"
Aramis came awake to a blinding pain in his head and he groaned miserably, he was really beginning to get fed up with head injuries. What was it with people and having to knock others out by hitting them in the head? It was just rude and very painful!
He tried to lift a hand and rub at the sore spot but unsurprisingly found his hands tightly bound together behind his back with some coarse rope, most likely the same that had been used to keep his brother confined. He rolled his eyes in aggravation, this was so stupid!
They came here to rescue D'artagnan and him, being who he was had ended up caught instead.
Opening his eyes he had to blink a couple of times to stop seeing doubles of the men sitting around the fireside. It filled him with warmth to notice that there were only three men sitting around the flames, Pierre immediately noticeable from his overly large bulk, the still nameless man in his fancy jacket and one of their lackeys who was noticeably pale and tinged slightly green. Obviously he hadn't taken the death of his comrades very well, something which Aramis could empathise with. Even if they had been his enemies, they were just men who had ended up fighting on the wrong side of the law because they thought it was the right thing for them to do. He still didn't like killing them and he prayed at the end of each and every day for their souls to find peace in the afterlife, his list growing longer and longer after every mission.
He heaved a put upon sigh, twisting his wrists subtly to loosen the bonds but only succeeding in rubbing them raw, he had as D'artagnan before him, discovered that even if they were bad at planning, they could tie really good knots.
"Everything alright over there?" Aramis called jovially, determined to live up to his reputation of being an absolutely insufferable captive.
"Shut up Musketeer dog" Pierre spat furiously, "or I'll make you wish you'd never been born"
"Ooh me haces tan asustado" he mocked, "Athos thinks up much better threats, scary and amusing all in one"
The last man left standing shot to his feet, face turning an even greener shade as he pointed a trembling finger at where Aramis sat.
"He's Spanish, he's a Spanish spy! Kill him, he's a murderer he killed them all!"
"Now now Luc, calm yourself down now" Pierre smiled evilly, "we can have some lovely fun with the Spanish scum"
Aramis felt a ball of fear spawn in the bottom of his stomach, sitting like heavy lead weight and joining the iron band that squeeze his lungs. He had heard all kinds of stories about what scared, superstitious people did to the Spanish. The horror stories about the flogging, the burning, the stoning and any other horrific torture they could think up to punish the scapegoat for crimes he didn't commit.
God only knew what it was these mad men before him could think up and he could do nothing but sit there, and take it. He wished with all his heart that his brothers would get here soon, but the wish that they would stay away and save themselves was almost as strong.
A/N: Next time details of the Aramis whump yay! :D As always read and review, thanks so much for all your comments, they are lovely and really make me want to write more. They also help with coming up with new story lines and everything. If you guys have any story prompts or anything please let me know, I'm always open to new ideas! Thank you again and stay tuned for the next chapter. Oh and the idea for Athos' problem comes from migraines, loads of people don't realise that they have them, they can hit in seconds and are actually able to cause seizures and such extreme pain so yeah, poor Athos :D
