I'm backkkkkkk!!!!!!!!! Missed me? Probably not. I am truly so sorry for not writing in days. This week has not been the greatest, and I just didn't have too much time to write ... Actually, sorry, I lied: I had time to write but writer's block is an asshole so I didn't know what to write about. Whoops! Must have gotten the two things mixed up. Silly me!!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter. I think that it's pretty cute. Please don't forget to read and review!!

-M

Then next time Aramis woke up, he stayed completely silent as his friends mended his wounds once more. It seemed as if he did not want to talk about anything.

He did the same thing each time he woke.

Anne began to get worried. She wondered what he really felt about this entire mess ... She had just been thinking about him, staring at his sleeping form, when he began to struggle.

"No!" he yelled weakly. "They weren't at Savoy … they weren-" He gasped. "No!!"

Anne quickly rushed to his side, placing a gentle hand on his uninjured shoulder. "Aramis, it's alright," she whispered soothingly. "I'm here, and you're safe. Come now, wake up. It is just a nightmare."

Suddenly, he cried out and his eyes opened. He began to breath heavily, looking around the room in terror. He finally looked Anne.

His lover saw the tears that were slowly forming in her eyes. "Oh, Aramis," she murmured softly, shifting so that she would be sitting next to him on the bed. She gathered him into her arms, feeling his shoulders beginning to shake as he started to cry. "Shhh, everything is just fine," she continued, stroking his hair. "I've got you now … Your friends and I are all here for you."

Aramis buried his head in the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. As the tears came running down his face, he realized that after all this time, he never once had a chance to finally let it all out, to come out of this shocked state he was in. The only thing to do now was to talk about it…

"H-he mocked me," he started, keeping his voice quiet. He sounded tired. "He took all the bad things t-that I have to live with e-everyday … and mocked me. I don't think I have ever been this afraid in my life…"

"You do not have to be afraid of anything else," Anne quickly said, kissing the top of his head. "You are with us now, and we will figure out a way to get rid of that man once and for all … Alright?"

Aramis nodded slowly. A quiet groan escaped his mouth, and with it, the realization that he was in physical pain, not just mental. "Anne…," he said then. "Thank you."

He picked up his head and leaned forward, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. Anne returned it with the same amount of passion. She tasted tears in her mouth, and realized that it was not just Aramis'...

It was her own.

XxXxX

In a couple of days, Aramis found the strength to walk, with the help of Anne and Constance, of course.

As he finally stepped out into the sunlight for the first time, he had to shield his eyes from the sudden brightness. He saw his other two friends coming up the stairs, smiling as they came to greet him.

"Welcome back," Porthos said, ruffling Aramis' hair a little. "It's about time."

Aramis' smile widened.

"So we have a plan," d'Artagnan began.

"What is it?" Anne asked, truly curious.

It was then that Porthos took out familiar looking documents. "Forgeries!" he exclaimed.

D'Artagnan cleared his throat. "We went to a friend of ours that is an expert at forgeries. He made an exact copy of the King's will … only with different handwriting. If we switch the two wills, then the councilmen will see that it was all fake, that Aramis is innocent, and that someone - probably Lansac - was just targeting him out of revenge. I really think that this will work."

"That sounds like a great plan!" Anne replied. "I will try to switch the wills out tonight." She reached out for d'Artagnan to give her the will, and once she had it in her hand, she put it into an inside pocket. She turned to face Aramis, who had not said a word during the entire conversation. "This will work, Aramis, it has to," she said. "After tonight, I promise it will be over." She kissed his cheek gently, and then ran off to the Palace.

Once seeing that she was gone, Constance placed her hand on his arm and asked, "Do you think it will work?"

Aramis chuckled softly. "At this point, I pray that it will," he replied weakly.

Porthos grinned. "You, my friend, need rest," he said. "So how about you sleep for a bit. The minute Anne returns, we will wake you."

Aramis shook his head. "I'm not tired," he said. It was a lie. He did not want to sleep because he did not want to have any more of those awful nightmares. He only prayed that the others did not know that. "Besides, I like the fresh air. It's good for me."

"All right then, we'll stay outside," the bigger man said. He brought a chair from his room and gestured for Aramis to sit, to which the man gratefully did.

XxXxX

"Aramis!"

When seeing him, young Louis began to run towards him, lunging into his arms.

Poor Aramis groaned, but quickly wrapped his arms around his son, hugging him tight. "It is so good to see you, Your Majesty," he said. His eyes wandered to Anne, who was smiling at what she was seeing.

He could not help but groan once more, and when he did, Louis pulled away from him and stared at him in awe. "You're hurt," he stated.

Just like his mother, Aramis thought.

"It's nothing, Your Grace, I'm alright."

When hearing that, Louis smiled and jumped down from Aramis' grasp, running into another room. As Aramis watched him leave, a warm feeling crept up into his heart.

"Minister Aramis?" he heard someone say.

He turned to see the councilmen standing in front of him, clearly guilty. "Yes?" he asked.

"We want to apologize for everything that you have gone through in the last week," one of them said. "We did not know that the King's will was a forgery. We will send men to look for that jailer. He will be punished appropriately."

Aramis nodded. "Thank you, Councilman," he said.

"Now, I think that we will leave you to rest." With that said, the councilmen retired.

The minute they left, Aramis began feeling unsteady. His legs felt weak and his head began to spin. He felt Anne's familiar hands holding him.

"Let's get you to your room, shall we?" she asked.

In what seemed like a long time, Anne got Aramis into his room. Once helping him under the covers, she lied down beside him, pulling him closer to her body.

"Rest," she said. "I will be right here."