A/N: Okay guys episode 7? AMAZING! Anyways Ive been thinking a little more about where this story is going and i have to say its going well but im really struggling with the pairing, Athos or Amaris and then there's also Porthos and D'artagnan! I love all of the musketeers for their own individual personalities and its difficult but there can only be one...
Serena felt her head spin and her body ached from the beating she took earlier in the alley. She sat up but the movement pulled on her freshly stitched wound, she sat still to prevent anymore pain. She looked down at the stitching and frowned. It was only then she realized that twelve pairs of eyes looked at her from the door way of the room. Four musketeers, the mystery woman and her sister.
"Its rude to stare." Serena said coldly as she pulled her shirt up a little more to cover the wound. She tried to stand but her feet still ached from last nights venture and she sat back on the bed.
"Serena!" Rosella pushed past the musketeers and and hugged her sister tightly, but withdrew quickly as Serena yelped in pain, her stitches pulled and some ripped.
Amaris shook his head. "Every time." He muttered as he remembered all the times his delicate stitching was ruined.
Serena clutched her shoulder to stop the blood. She looked at her younger sisters face, she was pale and her eyes began to fill with tears.
"I'm alright Rose, its just a scratch." Serena smiled.
The musketeers stood with their mouths agape. A mere sight of blood would have a lot of women fainting but instead the gypsy began to prepare to stitch the wound herself. Admirable to say the least.
Porthos elbowed Amaris, "Help her." he whispered as he and the others backed out of the room.
Amaris stepped over towards the bed, "May I.. i could.. would you.." for once in his life Amaris struggled to find words to say.
Serena almost smiled as the musketeer flustered for words, she recognized him from the market a few days ago. "If you are going to offer to stitch this for me, I would be grateful." She said holding up the needle she found by her bedside.
Amaris smiled and took the needle. His normal his patients would be knocked out cold or extremely drunk, Serena was neither and this worried him. "Will you be alright?" he asked.
"I have had to stitch myself many times before without the aid of alcohol, don't worry I scream." Serena said with a slight smile.
Amaris nodded and sat beside her and began his delicate work. Serena made no sound as her skin was was punctured pulled together over and over until Amaris cut the last stitch. "You may be the best patient Ive had." he said, standing and placing the needle back on the table.
"An experienced stitcher, if the occupation of a musketeers fails you could always swap skin for material and be a seamstress." Serena said as she inspected the neat row in her skin.
"So i have been told many times." Amaris laughed.
Serena would have laughed with him but she knew what came next. "I suppose you are here to arrest me."
Amaris turned round and looked at her. "Your sister explained what happened, it was an unprovoked attack you acted in self defense therefore we cannot arrest you."
"What kind of musketeer are you?" Serena laughed though confused.
"One that is fair and just." Amaris said.
"And very big headed." Serena joked.
"Ouch." Aramis put a hand on his heart in mock pain.
"I have still not forgiven you after you and your friends interrogated me at the market the other day." Serena said although she smiled she meant it.
"Ah...well... Please except my most humble apologies, my friends and I meant no harm." Aramis bowed as he spoke, "Ill leave you in peace now." he said as he walked out of the room
"You and your friends are forgiven." Serena said as he walked away. Reaching down into her bag Serena pulled out a clean white shirt and a pair of brown leather trousers. Rosella hated trousers, but Serena found them extremely practical. After a painful while Serena was dressed, she walked down the stairs and met the others in the kitchen.
The musketeers had left but Rosella and Constance stood talking to each other.
Constance smiled at Serena. "You look a lot better this evening."
"Thank you Constance, i can never repay you for your kindness." Serena said gratefully.
"Oh don't be silly, i wanted to help. I could not leave you out in the street." Constance said. "You can stay here for as long as you need."
"That would be very nice of you to offer but you have already done so much." Serena said, "If you tell me how much we owe you.."
"You don't need to pay me, Serena. You and Rosella are my guests iI refuse to take any money." Constance said smiling. "It's about time someone showed you girls some kindness."
Rosella hugged Constance and thanked her again, before going back to room to clear them up.
"There is one thing you could do for me." Constance said quietly.
Serena nodded listening carefully.
"I don't wish anyone to know but if you could get me some trousers like your own i would be very grateful." Constance said, looking at the ground obviously embarrassed at her own request.
"Is that all?" Serena asked with a smile, it was strange and simple request but easy enough to carry out. "I have a spare pair, i got them for Rosella but she refuses to wear them. You can have them if you would like."
"Yes I would love them." Constance said.
Okay...how was that? In the next chapter im planning on a big argument which should be interesting. Thanks for reading and please review, Have nice day :)