Evening My Lovelies

*Sigh* You know, just once I'd like to actually meet the upload schedule I set up for this story, stupid writer's block :(

It's also meant that I'm not really convinced about this chapter, it's definitely fillery and I think I may hate it but please don't hate me for it, the next one will be better, promise!

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Chapter Nine: Treville's Plan I

D'Artagnan rose from his chair as he watched the Brother approach, the worry, which was clear as day on his face, grew with each step the man took towards them but thankfully the young musketeer was able to keep his composure as he tried valiantly not to rudely demand answers from their host, who, to their relief, had the sense to know not to waste time in reporting his news.

"A few minutes ago a fairly large group of men approached the church, all but demanding to be allowed to see both your companions and yourself." D'Artagnan felt himself pale at this but kept quiet as Liam continued. "One of the church's other brothers has taken the group to wait in the gardens but I can't imagine they will remain compliant for long, they were very insistent on seeing you all as soon as possible."

Without wasting a moment D'Artagnan turned to Tristan, who thankfully seemed to know just what he was being asked without the Gascon having to voice his request as the man swiftly moved to re-enter Aramis's room to wake the slumbering musketeers.

In the meantime, D'Artagnan turned his focus back to Liam, who looked slightly confused by the silent communication between the two friends. "Did these men say why they wanted to speak to us?"

Liam shook his head and was about to start speaking when the door to Aramis's room opened and a worried-looking Porthos and Athos stepped out, the pair turning to their youngest first, "'Mis is actually sleeping for once so Tristan ain't going to wake him," explained Porthos, smiling faintly as D'Artagnan nodded before the trio returned their attention to the group of men who had somehow found out their location despite every effort having been made to keep it secret.

Over the next few minutes both Liam and D'Artagnan filled the other musketeers in on what they knew before the Brother left on Athos's insistence, the swordsman not wanting to risk the Brother's life should the encounter end badly.

The group then made the quick decision for Porthos to remain by Aramis's side, just in case it was a ploy to get them to leave the marksman alone before leaving to head towards the gardens.

They heard the group before they saw them courtesy of the loud argument the men seemed to be engaging it which helped the two musketeers find them, only to be surprised by just who was standing before them.

"Glenn?" spoked Athos in obvious confusion as his eyes immediately locked onto the older man's form, his voice effectively cutting off the argument before things could get even more heated.

Hearing his name the older gentleman was quick to turn around, his frustrated expression quickly morphing into a bright smile as he moved to greet the two, thoroughly confused musketeers.

"Not that we're not pleased to see you but what are you doing here?" asked D'Artagnan before spotting just who had accompanied their old friend, visibly bristling the Gascon felt his hand unconsciously move to grip the pommel of his blade, "And in the company of red guards."

Shrugging off the venomous hiss in the musketeer's voice one of the stated red guards stepped forwards, apparently uncaring of the eyes all on him. "King's orders musketeer. Although what they're doing here I don't know."

Both Athos and D'Artagnan's confusion only seemed to grow at that but it was Glenn who spoke up, smirking at the red guard as he did so. "You didn't honestly think Treville who leave the safety of those under his command to a but of traitorous red guards did you? We may have retired from the regiment but once a musketeer, always a musketeer and musketeers protect their own."

"We'd thank you not to judge us on the actions of our former boss," snapped one of the other red guards, "We are loyal to the King and the King has given us an order, something it seems Captain Treville is more than ready to ignore if he hired the likes of you. The inseparables are safe with us, go back to running your little tavern."

Unable to help himself Glenn snorted, "Safe? That's why we arrived at the same time? I know for a fact that you received your orders hours before Treville made his request to us. You should have already arrived before now yet we met on the road." Glenn couldn't help but smirk at the look that passed over two of the red guard's faces at his words. One seemed to be accepting them know which piqued the former musketeer's curiosity.

"ENOUGH!" bellowed Athos when it became abundantly clear that the earlier argument between the two parties was about to erupt again. When the two groups of former musketeers and current red guards looked to him he voiced the one question that both he and D'Artagnan had been burning to ask since the men's arrival.

"What the hell is going on?"