Athos pushed Beaumont aside to stop Antonio grabbing the younger musketeer.
The rest of the prisoners in the tent watch with wide eyes as the Spanish Captain turned on Athos and tackled him to the ground.
They both landed harsh on the dry ground, Antonio managing to land a punch across Athos' face.
Athos grimaced when he felt and heard the crack of his nose breaking, swearing mentally at himself to try cope with the pain.
He heard Porthos shout his name from the other end of the tent but didn't register the concern in the man's voice since Antonio slammed another painful fist across his face.
He grabbed Antonio's upper arms to try and limit the amount of punches being swung at his face.
Porthos was there a second later, grabbing Antonio and throwing him backwards. He slammed a kick into the man's side as he tried to climb onto all fours, causing him to fall back down to the ground.
Lamar pulled his pistol out and aimed it straight at the Spaniard.
"One more move and I won't hesitate in shooting you," Lamar said, clicking his pistol which caused Antonio to simply raise his hands in surrendered, rolling into his back.
"You alright?" Porthos asked as he knelt down next to Athos who still laid on his back, a little breathless.
He was getting too old and tired for this.
Athos nodded, a hand going to wipe his bleeding nose which only caused a wave of pain to wash over him.
"That looks broken," Beaumont said from the right as Athos pulled himself up to sit, glancing at a smirking Antonio. "I can fix it if you want," Beaumont then said and Athos glanced wearily at him.
"You've done it before?" Athos asked and Beaumont shrugged.
"A few times," he simply said.
"You sure?" Porthos then asked, looking a little concerned.
"Yeah, it's easy," Beaumont said carefree and Athos could only sigh, allowing Beaumont to fix him up.
He winced from the pain before grabbing a clean handkerchief from his pocket, holding it against his nose to stop the bleeding.
"You're not going to get away with this, I won't tell you scum anything," Antonio said before Athos pulled himself up to stand, Porthos hovering slightly in concern.
"I wasn't expecting you to," Athos said and Antonio paused slightly, his anger dropping and smirk flattening.
"Then what are you going to do with me?" He questioned, a slight frown forming on his face. Athos glanced at Porthos who shrugged before glancing across at Antonio.
"I could just let Lamar here kill you," Athos said and Lamar shifted slightly, causing Antonio to lean back on his heels where had pulled himself up to kneel.
"I'd happily do it," Lamar said, finger twitching to pull the tigger.
"Or I could let Porthos have ten minutes with you," Athos said and the larger man straightened, tensing and relaxing his fist.
"Give me five," Porthos said and Lamar shook his head.
"He could probably kill you in two," he said with a smirk.
"It's been rumoured he's done it with one punch," Beaumont mumbled to Lamar, being loud enough for Antonio to hear.
Antonio looked at Athos who was glaring at him, the Musketeer wanting nothing more than to run his sword through the man's chest.
"However, even though those options seems to be the most satisfying," Athos began. "I shall show you mercy. When all this is over, I'm going to personally lock you up in the Bastille and throw away the key," Athos said before turning and heading out of tent, Porthos turning to follow.
"You should do it," Antonio called after him and the two of them paused at the tent entrance, Athos' hand hovering on the flap.
He shifted slightly, glancing over his shoulder at Antonio as Porthos turned fully to look back at the Spanish Captain.
"You should kill me," he said. "There's much less chance I'll get out of here if I'm six feet under," he said and Athos narrowed his eyes at him.
"I think a prison cells will be much more for your liking," Athos said before turning and walking out of the tent with Porthos, Beaumont following after the both of them.
"Captain," he began but Athos cut him off.
"Make sure you double the guards around that man, I will not let him get away," Athos ordered and Beaumont nodded, falling into step next to him.
"Of course Sir," Beaumont replied and slowed as Athos came to a stop, Porthos stopping a few feet ahead.
"Thank you," Athos said, gesturing to his nose and Beaumont gave him a smirk.
"No problem, always here to help," he replied and Athos hummed with a slight displeasure due to the increased pain caused from having his nose fixed.
"Double the guards," he reminded before continuing on his way back to his tent.
"On it Captain," Beaumont replied before heading off.
"Oh and Beaumont," Athos called, the musketeer quickly turning to look back at his Captain. "Give them food and water," he said, gesturing to the prisoner tent. Beaumont simply nodded before walking off
"You alright?" Porthos asked a few moments later. Athos didn't look at him, only focusing on walking through camp and trying to ignore his body that was aching for rest. His nose was now throbbing like hell and bleeding still and he knew a black eye was forming slowly.
He sniffed and wiped his nose with his handkerchief, keeping it there to try and stop the bleeding.
"You know the answer Porthos," he simply replied and Porthos let out a sigh, slowing his pace slightly.
Athos did so too, knowing the man wanted to talk. He glanced across at his friend to see him struggling with something, biting his lip slightly as he thought of the right words to say.
"You think this'll ever be over?" Porthos asked and Athos glanced around him at their camp, musketeers retreating to their tents for the night.
"Treville has plans of a peace treaty, I'm sure it'll be over soon," Athos said.
"And for us four?" Porthos then asked, his voice gentler then normal. The Captain paused, turning to face Porthos who did the same. Athos narrowed his eyes, studying the larger musketeer.
"I'm never going to be to shake you three off," Athos said with a hint of a smirk. Porthos smiled with a small chuckle escaping his lips.
"All for one and one for all right," Porthos said as they began walking back to their tent.
"Always," Athos simply replied.
Once they walked inside the tent they both came to a holt, seeing Aramis stood waiting for them both with a huge smile on his face and an open letter in his hands.
"What's happened?" Both Athos and Aramis said at the same time, Aramis' smile dropping the second he saw Athos' bloody and bruised face.
"I'm fine," Athos simply said, eyes glancing to the letter held tightly in Aramis' hands.
"You don't look it," he replied with concern lanced in his voice. He stepped forward, eyes drifting to Athos' nose and then to the black eye.
"The letter?" Athos asked, trying to draw the conversation away from what was one of his most embarrassing moments as Captain.
"It's done," D'artagnan said which only caused more confusion for both Athos and Porthos.
"What's done?" Athos asked, getting slightly impatient in his aching and tired state.
"The peace treaty. It's been signed," he replied, a smile growing on his face.
"It's over, the war is over," Aramis said, practically bouncing with joy
"We're going home?" Porthos asked, unable to believe his brothers.
"We're going home," D'artagnan confirmed with a soft smile before Aramis held out the letter that was sent from Treville. Athos took it and began reading, Porthos reading over his shoulder.
"The Spanish went to push more soldiers to the frontline," Aramis began, explaining in short what the letter from Treville was stating. "However, Treville managed to work a counter-attack, saying we would only push them back further, take more of their supply routes out until we weakened the Spanish forces even more. The Spanish King crumbled and agreed to signing the treaty," he finished and Athos glanced up from the letter in his hands.
"It's over," Athos stated and Aramis nodded as he moved to the table and grabbed the bottle of wine that had been waiting unopened for Athos' and Porthos' return.
"Time to celebrate my friends, we start retreating in two days," Aramis said and Athos and Porthos finally broke, a huge smile appearing on their face. Without needing to say anything Aramis simply moved over and pulled them both into a hug, all happy the war was over. They pulled away and Athos glanced towards D'artagnan who was beaming.
"Let's get to drinking then shall we," Porthos said, grabbing the wine bottle from Aramis and pulling the cork out, pouring four cups full.
They all smiled before moving over to D'artagnan's bed, taking up seats on his bed as well as Athos'. They laughed, drank and joked late into the night, D'artagnan losing a large amount of money to Porthos in the many card games that were played.
"I swear you cheat," D'artagnan said, throwing his cards down onto the sheets in front of him and glaring across at Porthos who sat opposite him at the end of the bed. The larger man chuckled, giving D'artagnan a toothy grin before stretching his legs out along the bed.
"Or it could simply be that you're just not good at it, kid," Porthos said and D'artagnan let out a long sigh.
Aramis sat on Athos' bed, checking Athos' nose for what felt like the twentieth time that night.
"Aramis, I've already told you Beaumont fixed it," Athos said, batting away Aramis' hands and glaring at the man.
"He's not a doctor," Aramis simply stated.
"Neither are you," Athos replied with a knowing look before taking a sip of his wine.
"I like to think I've perfected my skills over the years," Aramis said and Porthos tried to hide his snort of laughter as a cough. Aramis sent him a glare but nothing more was said due to D'artagnan trying to hide a yawn.
"Rest," Athos said, standing up and taking D'artagnan's cup from him. He grabbed the nearly empty wine bottle and moved to table, placing the two cups down before downing the last two gulps of the wine left in the bottle.
"I'm glad to be back," D'artagnan suddenly said as they all got ready for sleep.
Athos paused, glancing across at Aramis before dropping his eyes down to look at D'artagnan.
"You have no idea how glad we are to have you back D'artagnan," he told his brother, earning a soft smile from him. "Now rest, all of you," Athos commanded before slipping into his own bed.
Slightly longer wait on this chapter but not as long as the last one. I'm sorry that I haven't gotten around to replying to reviews yet, I promise to do it soon. I really do appreciate them. Anyway, hope you liked it, next chapter will be up soon and tell me what you thought of this one.