Athos paused at the balcony as he watched Treville and the musketeers get ready to head out, wanting nothing more than to go with them.

Swallowing hard, he made his way down the steps; a little less gracefully than he would have wished for. He got to the bottom of the steps, breathing heavy as he leant against the wooden railing for support.

He saw Treville glance at him from the corner of his eye, he could practically feel the concern radiating from his Captain.

Horses hooves suddenly sounded on the ground and Athos looked up to see Aramis and Porthos come trotting in, Porthos holding up an unconscious D'artagnan. Treville moved over to help lower D'artagnan down before Porthos swung a leg around his horse and jumped down.

"What happened? He is alright?" Athos asked, his heart in his throat as he saw the blood covering D'artagnan's shirt and face. The anger and annoyance that had built towards D'artagnan suddenly dropped the second Athos saw his injured brother.

"Stab wound to the shoulder,... and multiple less life threatening injuries," Aramis informed him as he batted away Porthos' help to get down from his horse. "I'm fine," he grumbled to the larger musketeer.

"T-Tomás is a... terrible swordsman," D'artagnan suddenly mumbled as he leant into Treville for support. "The bastard had it coming," he muttered before coughing and then wincing in response to the action of said cough.

"Get him to the medical room," Athos said, slipping into leader mode without realising it. He followed after them, forcing down the large amount of pain and dizziness he felt from walking around; the thought of protecting D'artagnan powered his adrenaline.

Porthos offered Aramis help and Aramis gladly took it this time, allowing Porthos to help him to the medical room.

Treville got D'artagnan sat in one of the chairs at the table and shirt off without much complaining from the Gascon. He was a nightmare to treat when injured. Porthos ordered Aramis to sit down and allow him to do the work.

"I can do it Porthos," Aramis said but a stern look for the larger musketeer had him sitting down in the chair next to D'artagnan and falling silent.

Aramis had to admit that he was thankful for Porthos as he was unsure if he could stay stood without passing out. The ringing in his ears was slowly fading but the dizziness was still there.

D'artagnan was slowly coming back around, becoming more alert and being able to sit up on his own without much swaying from dizziness.

"I can not believe you disobeyed orders and went running off after Tomás," Athos said from where he stood while Porthos cleaned out D'artagnan's wound, Treville pacing by the door.

The younger musketeer flinched as the alcohol hit his injured skin, causing him to squeeze his hands into fists and his eyes shut as a wave of dizziness threaten to drag him under.

"W-What... What did you expect me to do Athos... let him simply get away with it?" D'artagnan questioned after he had steadied himself and Athos let out a sigh, moving over to sit opposite him at the table, feeling his legs beginning to weaken. He realised then that this was as far as he had walked since his return to the garrison a week ago and it wasn't doing him any good.

He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the knots before dropping it to the table and looking across at D'artagnan.

"You could have died," Athos simply said.

"But I didn't," D'artagnan quickly responded, trying desperately hard to not cry out in pain from Porthos' work on fixing his shoulder.

God it hurt like hell.

Athos gave him a look to which D'artagnan simply smiled softly at, unfazed by the glare he was getting. Either Athos was slipping or his friends were getting used to his disapproving looks.

"I just can't stand losing you after everything that has happened already," Athos honestly said, surprising himself with how open he was. He blamed it on the tiredness, the stress and the pain he was currently in.

"I know, and I promise to not go against orders ever again, trust me on that," D'artagnan said before he groaned in pain, unable to keep it down anymore.

He closed his eyes, squeezing them shut tightly as if to try and force the pain away. Aramis leant forward in his chair, his hand going to take D'artagnan's and give it a reassuring squeeze.

"Almost done," Aramis said, as Porthos finally finishing stitching the wound and began to bandage him up. "Not as good as my needlework but it'll do," Aramis then added and Porthos glanced across at him with a glare which was suddenly replaced with a concerned expression.

"You're bleeding Aramis," Porthos said, finally seeing the blood leaking through and staining Aramis' shirt. He marksman glanced down to his shoulder before shaking his head slightly.

"It's nothing," he simply said before he got a look from all four of them, four sets of disapproving eyes zoning in on him.

"Aramis," Treville warned.

"Alright alright," he began with a sigh. "You can take a look if you really must," he grumbled and Treville moved over as Aramis gingerly removed his shirt, letting out a heavy sigh to emphasise his displeasure with all the fuss over a little tear of his healing injury.

"Honestly, it's fine," Aramis said, causing Treville to raise an eyebrow at him.

"You need it restitching," Treville said.

"See, I'm fine," Aramis said and Porthos didn't even hold back the eye roll.

Athos closed his eyes, both hands going to grip the table as his body slowly came down from the adrenaline high he had been riding on since his brothers had gotten back to the garrison.

He pushed the feeling of passing out deep down before taking a steadying breath and opening his eyes again.

D'artagnan was staring right at him under tired eyes, his left arm held against his side to not aggravate his injury.

"I'm sorry," D'artagnan said. "I'm sorry for everything Tomás did to you, I can't begin to imagine what happened to you and-"

"D'artagnan," Athos said, a hand coming up to stop him mid sentence. He couldn't deal with him apologising for something that wasn't his fault. Plus, the memories were still too raw to talk about just yet.

"And," D'artagnan continued on none the less and Athos closed his eyes, not able to look at his brother. "I want to say sorry for allowing Tomás to get to me, I shouldn't have gone. But Athos, the things he said about what they did to you..." He wondered off and Athos swallowed hard, forcing down emotions he didn't want to cope with just yet. "I guess what I want to say is thank you," and Athos opened his eyes at that.

What the hell had he done to make the boy thankful?

The confusion must have shown on his face because D'artagnan chuckled slightly.

"Thank you for being there for me. No matter what terrible state your in, you're always there," D'artagnan said and Athos took a calming breath, god this kid was going to give him a heart attack and make him go grey before his time but he loved the boy none the less.

He looked so young but was more aware and wise than most people Athos had met.

Athos nodded, unable to speak with the fear of his voice cracking. He was so not going to cry in front of them all. Aramis grinned at the two of them before locking eyes with Porthos.

"All for one?" Aramis asked and Porthos couldn't help but smile stupidly back at him while Treville rolled his eyes, simply continuing to stitch Aramis up.

Athos looked at Aramis before catching D'artagnan's eyes, seeing the boy grinning from ear to ear, eyes shining bright with love and affection for his comrades.

"And one for all," they said together.

THE END

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