Since Shawnee has no clue whatsoever on what's going on at this point, I'm starting the author's note this time! Prepare for some funniness… (I don't think that's a word but I think you know what I mean anyway!)

Response to answers for last chapter's question:

IgnotusAngelus: Regain her friendship? Maybe… But first her memory since once I do, she'll be my friend again anyway because since she lost her memory, it'll be like getting both back at the same time.

On with the story!

It was evening and it was time for dinner. The King had requested the presence of the musketeers and their guests to eat with him and the Queen Mother. All of them were seated at the table, Brenna and Shawnee clad in their dresses (of which there was less of a difficulty in convincing Shawnee to wear), but the meal was relatively silent other than whispers of conversation between the musketeers and the royalty.

Shawnee set down her fork after completing what she could of her substantial meal and looked around the chamber curiously before choosing to settle her gaze on her spoon. She picked it up and turned it in her fingers, looking at it from all angles before looking at Brenna, who was sitting next to her. She was still eating.

Shawnee felt a sly smile cross her face and she raised the spoon so it was level with Brenna's shoulder and poked her with it. Brenna froze instantly and turned to give Shawnee a sharp look only to see her picking at some food on her plate. She gave her a searching look before returning to eating.
Jordan looked up after taking a drink of wine and saw Shawnee raise the spoon again to poke. He nudged Chris with his elbow and whispered to him. He looked over as well to see Shawnee poke Brenna in the arm and Brenna turn to face her before she could hide the spoon.

"Just what are you doing Shawnee?" The volume of Brenna's question attracted the attention of everyone else within the room and all was silent while they waited for a response. Shawnee gave Brenna a smile full of innocence.

"I was poking you with the spoon." She answered simply before poking her again. Brenna frowned, annoyed with her friend's childish behavior but then found herself smiling.
"Well if you want to play with spoons, why don't we have a fight with them?" Shawnee blinked at her with an almost puppy like look.

"I'm listening." Brenna held her spoon up like a sword and Shawnee crossed it with her own. Brenna began pushing against her and Shawnee found herself pressing back, their spoons unmoving. Shawnee began to laugh.

"Do you think either of us will move yet?" Brenna smirked.

"Then how about we really fight?" Brenna stood and moved away from the table and Shawnee followed curiously. Brenna turned towards her, holding the spoon on a set angle, pointing to the ceiling in a battle position. Shawnee stood before her, unmoving, just watching carefully before shifting into a comfortable spot, the spoon pointing a little lower.
Everyone else was frozen in their seats, watching, waiting for something to happen. Chris and Jordan had changed seats so they could see all the action. They started whispering to each other, making bets on who would win. The musketeers watched quietly, just waiting.

"En garde D'Artagnan!" Brenna cried causing heads to turn and Shawnee to laugh, thinking she was crazy.
"What was that crazy girl?" Shawnee gave a childish giggle and hopped left when Brenna swung the spoon. Brenna turned on her heel and tapped her shoulder to which Shawnee responded with a tap on the left side of her face. The two of them crossed their spoons again and began pushing against each other. Brenna took a step back to keep balance and found herself soon taking another and another. She crossed her feet in her distraction and feel backwards with a thud onto the carpet. Shawnee bent down and tapped her on the nose with the spoon, chuckling like a young kid.

"You're dead!" She said childishly as Brenna sat there on the floor in slight shock before she began laughing along with her. The musketeers looked at one another with blank expressions as Jordan handed Chris the money to pay his bet.

Athos stood from his chair and walked over to the two girls. He extended his hand and pulled Brenna to her feet and let her brush herself off. She turned to Shawnee with a challenging expression.

"Want to go again?" Shawnee smiled and did a couple little hops, clapping her hands together in glee before walking a few steps away, turning back to her when she deemed herself far enough. D'Artagnan came over and stood beside Athos as the two girls faced off and began a rematch. As the two of them froze at a standstill and the duel became a battle of strength once more, the musketeers shared a look and a conspiratorial smile which caught the attention of the girls. They froze and looked at them, spoons still crossed.
"What?" They both asked in unison.

"You want to teach us how to do what?!" Brenna shouted in shock and slight glee. Athos smiled at her excitement.
"We want to show you how to use a sword. You two seem to have a basic idea so it seems right to teach you; Even if you are girls." Brenna couldn't stop smiling, she just felt so thrilled at the idea. Shawnee stared at her and then turned to Jordan and Chris who were standing nearby.
"I think she's gone completely crazy!" She stage whispered to them, hoping to provoke Brenna into another fight. And she got her wish.

"If you teach us…" She said even though she was looking at Shawnee. "Will we be able to fight each other?" D'Artagnan nodded.

"As long as you will let us make sure that you are careful about it. And you are not to practice unless we are around to watch." The girls shared a look and then twin smiles blossomed on their faces.

"Let's do it!" Shawnee paused as they all stood to head outside.

"What about them? Will they learn too?" She pointed at Jordan and Chris who had been watching the scene, whispering the whole time. They both stopped and stared at the others watching them before Chris spoke up.

"What the hell are you all staring at?" Shawnee bounced up them, acting so much like the thirteen year old she thought she was, and smiled.

"I was wondering if you're going to learn how to fight too that's all." She gave a sweet smile and Jordan looked at Brenna blankly.

"I don't want to learn how to do that." Brenna nodded to that.

"Fine. That's not a problem. Why don't you two go gamble with Porthos or something then? At least you won't get lost and cause trouble." Chris burst into a huge grin.

"I like that idea. I want to take the old man's money!" And the two went to join Porthos and Aramis who had chosen to stay inside while the girls were being trained. Athos gave Brenna a quick look over and frowned.

"You may want to change first. It would not work very well to fight in a dress." Brenna looked down at herself to see that in her excitement, she had forgotten this little detail so she then grabbed Shawnee's wrist and proceeded to drag her upstairs to the rooms they had changed in before so they could dress in their male garments.

"Do we have to change into those other clothes? They're so itchy!" She whined and Brenna gritted her teeth and tried to block her whiny voice from her ears, with little result. Brenna shoved her into her room and went next door to hers where a servant was waiting (having been sent up by Philippe) and she was soon out of the dress and into her other clothes. She stepped back out into the hall and found Shawnee sitting on the stairs, playing with feather on her hat with an enraptured smile. When Brenna approached her, she looked up with a big smile.

"I like the feathers. They're so soft!" She said with such a childish air that it took all of Brenna's self control not to burst out laughing.

"Come on Shawnee. We've got to get going." The two of them walked back downstairs to find Chris, Jordan, and Porthos engaged in a heated dice game. Then they heard Porthos shout.

"Alright you two thieves! If I win this throw, you both have to go with the girls and learn how to fight. If I lose, then you can do whatever you want!" Chris and Jordan shared a triumphant look and Chris shoved the cup toward him.

"Go ahead then you crazy old fool. Save us the trouble of learning pointless things." Porthos shook the cup hard, the clattering of the dice being the only sound in the room other than breathing. He threw the dice from the cup onto the table and everyone craned their necks to see the total. Chris and Jordan let out loud groans of loss as they counted twelve on the dice. Chris had rolled an eleven on his last turn.

"Aw man! That's not fair! We don't even want to do this at all!" Chris groaned, still angry at losing the dice game. Jordan was holding the hat in his hands, playing with the feathers.

"Why do we have to do this if we don't want to?" Jordan asked, annoyed at having to learn something he didn't care about. Brenna rounded on him, slightly angry at their constant stream of complaints.

"Will you two just shut up? You need to learn how to fight in case you need to defend yourselves! Besides, do you to really want to die in this time? Because that is what will happen if you don't know how to fight!" The boys shared a look and their faces paled.

"I think we want to learn now." Brenna grinned happily, grabbed Chris's arm, and dragged him towards the door.

"Well then what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Brenna and Chris ran out into a large foyer before heading outside, Chris stumbling the entire way over the smooth floor. Jordan and Shawnee watched as they left before sharing a look and following.

"Can I ask you something?" Shawnee questioned as the two of them walked outside. Jordan gave her a strange look but nodded.

"Are they always this crazy?" Jordan laughed at the question.

"Yes. We all are!" Shawnee chuckled at this.

"Sure seems like its true." The musketeers were waiting outside. It was a slightly cloudy day, enough to make the sinking sunlight not so blinding. The four kids stood in a huddle, waiting to be called upon as the importance of what they were being taught finally hit them.

Brenna took the first step forward and stopped before Athos, watching him warily. Athos drew his sword and handed it to Brenna to give her a chance to feel the weight and adjust. Brenna gripped the handle tightly in her fist and took a couple small test swings as she tried to get used to the weight on the long metal weapon.

Shawnee came closer and watched, quiet for once as Athos helped Brenna shift her footing to retain her balance better as he instructed her in how to actually maneuver the weapon. D'Artagnan gripped Shawnee by the shoulder and led her a little ways away and began to show her the same thing. Shawnee felt her whole body seem to tingle as she held the blade and swung it in high arcs and stabbing thrusts. The feeling was slightly intoxicating.

After a bit though, she become a little distracted and watched as Jordan and Chris were shown their lesson as well and she laughed a little at their half hearted attempts. She found herself drawn to Brenna and saw that she wasn't practicing anymore but was just standing there talking. She looked up to see D'Artagnan was watching the others at work and began to slip away towards Brenna with hopes of starting the challenge that the other girl had issued inside.

"Brenna!" She whispered when she'd gotten right up behind her without being noticed. Brenna gave a start and jumped a foot in the air.

"What the heck was that for? You know I hate it when you do that!" Shawnee gave her a very confused look.

"But that's the first I've ever done that to you. I just met you!" Brenna stood there blinking for a moment before she remembered that Shawnee wasn't herself at the moment and therefore did not remember their friendship either.

"Anyhow, do you still want to fight? Unless…" She paused here with a slight smirk before continuing.

"You're too afraid you'll lose!" She challenged; a cocky look on her face. Brenna returned her look with one of her own and raised her sword to point to the middle of their training area.

"Over there should work! They'll be able to see us just like they want and we'll see who's better!" The two of them walked into the small clearing and stood apart; raising their swords to align them with their faces and pointing to the sky. Then they charged each other, meeting in a loud clash of steel on steel. Everyone's heads turned to watch the sight of the two friends in their challenge to see who the better with a sword was.

Shawnee pressed her hard and she stumbled, stepping back to keep her balance. Brenna swung and was met with a block before the two began to try and parry each other's moves as they continued to fight. The duel was getting trickier to continue as the sun kept sinking. The sun suddenly gleamed blindingly from behind some thin clouds and Shawnee shielded her eyes, forgetting about the fight for a moment before she felt a tap on her ribs with the flat side of the blade. When she'd removed herself from the sun's glare, she saw Brenna smirking triumphantly.

"You're dead!" She chirped happily. Shawnee pouted but walked back over and shook Brenna's hand, conceding defeat with a sigh.

"I thought I was better than that… Stupid sun and its blindingness…" Brenna laughed at Shawnee's expression of distaste as she kept naming off the reasons why she hated the setting sun.

"Nice one Brenna." Chris said as the two boys came over.

"Yeah, nice job." Jordan agreed. Brenna shrugged it off.

"We would've had to end it soon anyway. It's getting too dark to keep it up. Just the sun came at the right time." Athos came up alongside her and held out his hand for his sword. She gave it back to him with a smile.

"Thanks for the lesson. Are we going to have more?" Athos smiled.

"Do all of you want more lessons? I thought the boys did not want to learn this." Jordan gave him a blank look.

"We don't want to. It was just fun watching Shawnee get beat!" Shawnee crossed her arms and pouted a bit more.

"You don't have to rub it in Jordan." Everyone froze and looked at her in shock. Brenna grabbed her shoulders and shook her slightly.

"What did you just say?!" Shawnee struggled and tried to pull away.

"Let go of me crazy girl! I didn't say anything!" Brenna kept her still and looked her right in the eye.

"You remembered something! A name! What was it?" She demanded, hoping that it had been a memory and not just a passing moment. Shawnee gave a freaked out look.

"I just called him Jordan… Why? Did I get his name wrong?" Brenna shook her head and hugged her suddenly.

"No you didn't. But this means that you're getting your memory back! We just have to find more things to do that'll help you!" Shawnee just nodded as Brenna led her back inside with everyone else following.

Ok… I may not have a good memory right now (I don't even know the crazy girl who spoke to you at the beginning) but I do know this… I know the reviews are appreciated! So please, please review! There was only two for the last chapter and there was a question for you people to answer (only if you wanted to.) If you didn't want to answer it, you could've just reviewed anyway!

So, I hope you enjoyed the chapter!