If you check out my profile, you'll find a link to finally completed title page for this story! Go check it out! ^^ And today is a happy yet sad day… For this chapter is the last chapter of this story.

The last chapter of the book already... Exciting yet sad. Anyway I hope all of you like the title page, it took awhile to make.

Hopefully you will all enjoy it. Oh! And the title page link is in my profile.
P.S. I have decided to make some major changes to this chapter . It was driving me crazy how much this seemed like a "slap in the face" sort of chapter before. (February 19, 2009)

The groups continued through the streets in a tense silence, each reveling in their own thoughts. They were returning to the Louvre palace where the kids planned on getting a quick bite to eat than heading straight to bed. After all, they had missed a full night's sleep. Chris gave a loud yawn, stretching in the dawn's light, and drawing the attention of the musketeers. D'Artagnan found it hard to hold back a small smile from his face at the sight of the tired quartet.

"Since we are closest to Athos's home, I suggest we go there instead. It seems you four children need a bit of rest before we make our way to the palace." Brenna rubbed tiredly at her eyes and nodded.

"That might be good…" With dragging feet and half closed eyes, the kids followed their older 'counterparts' to the home of Athos for a much needed rest.

"That was quite some adventure huh?" Shawnee muttered with a half hearted smile to Brenna. Her friend simply shook her head.

"When we get home, you are not allowed to touch any kind of antique whether it be in a museum or otherwise. Ever." She stated firmly before they drifted into silence, once more focusing their energies on remaining awake.

They arrived at Athos's place and once inside, collapsed into chairs by the table. Brenna dropped her head into her folded arms on the table top, hiding her eyes from the glare of sunlight through the window. Chris pulled his hat down low over his forehead, shadowing his eyes as well, and propped his feet up on the table. Jordan laid his head down on one arm stretched out, sprawled out on the table. Shawnee set her head on her folded hands which rested on the table. She fidgeted for a bit before finally giving up on sleep and standing. She gave the nearby musketeers a blank look in response to the slightly worried ones they sent her way before beginning to pace in front of the fireplace, lost in thought.

"Shawnee… Is there something wrong?" Athos asked quietly. Shawnee looked at him, an eyebrow raised and eyes slightly widened in shock before she regained her composure and ignored his question entirely, choosing to continue pacing rather than answer.

The loud clapping of her boots woke Brenna, who stared at her with bleary eyes for a moment or two before frowning as best as she could in annoyance at being woken up. She went to call for her to stop pacing when she noticed something gleaming in the sunlight on the fireplace mantle. She narrowed her eyes at the object, trying to get a clear view of it despite the frantic pacing of her friend. Her eyes grew rounded as shock set in.

"Shawnee…" She called quietly. Shawnee ignored her and kept up her frantic pace.

"Shawnee…" She called a little louder. Shawnee waved at her dismissively.

"Not now Brenna. I'm thinking." Brenna frowned.

"Shawnee!" She yelled, jolting the boys from their seats and causing Chris to fall over.

"What do you want Brenna?!" She yelled back, annoyed at having been distracted. Brenna went to speak but was cut off by the sudden sound of knocking upon the door. Athos slowly walked over and opened it to reveal a messenger of the King. The messenger handed Athos a letter then turned and walked away, not speaking a word. Athos rubbed the letter between in his fingers thoughtfully before slitting open the seal. His eyes scanned the contents of the letter before he looked up, his face slightly pale.

"We have all been summoned to the palace. The King wishes to speak with us immediately." There was a solemn nod of understanding between the men but the kids looked a little worried about what was going to happen to them. After all, you don't invade a prison and cause a massive disruption without there being consequences.

The walk to the Louvre was a silent one with the musketeers leading the way and the teens trailing them, still half asleep but also slightly fearful. When they reached the gates, D'Artagnan waved the other three to head inside but when the kids passed him, he stopped Shawnee with hand on her shoulder. Brenna looked back at her over her shoulder but Shawnee just nodded to send her with the boys. She looked to the musketeer captain questioningly.

"Shawnee, I do believe I owe you a great apology from all of us." She stared at him blankly for a moment.

"You're... apologizing?" She asked, still sceptical from the last time they apologized to her. He nodded with a smile.

"We were wrong about your intentions and for that we are truly sorry." He waited with bated breath for her response. She looked down for a second, thinking it over in her mind before giving him a small smile.

"Apology accepted. Now let's get in the palace before the King thinks we've gone missing." She quipped and the two of them ran towards the palace only to meet up with the other six just inside the entrance.

"You had all best head upstairs and change into those strange clothes you had been wearing before." Aramis said, making a shooing motion towards the stairs. The teens took the stairs two at a time and came back down in record time, remembering to bring back the uniforms they had "borrowed" before.

The throne room was packed with people when they arrived and at the front sat the King, waiting calmly upon his throne. The group of eight approached and the musketeers bowed to which the kids copied after watching them for a moment. Philippe held back a smile and stood to address them and the crowd.

"During the night, there was a plot discovered within the Bastille to overthrow my reign as King by a prisoner. But it is with the greatest of pleasures that I have to say that this plan has been defeated and the kingdom of France is protected as it always has been. These are the people for whom we are to thank for this service to us for they took up arms without the advice of a superior and put an end to this plot." Here he smiled at the teens who watched him in shock. The musketeers forced down any sort of prideful smiles in order to keep their dignified composure.

"As a reward for such courage, loyalty, and strength, I hereby place upon them the titles of honourary musketeers!" This announcement was met with a roar of cheering and clapping from the crowd within the throne room. Shawnee looked over to Brenna, Chris, and Jordan to see the same look of shock upon their faces as she suspected was on her own. Philippe approached them and handed a small metal attached to a blue ribbon to each of them.

"And here I thought we were going to get chewed out!" Chris shouted as he tucked the medal into his pants pocket but he was barely heard over the noise. Brenna chuckled to herself.

"I guess we really are musketeers now huh?" Jordan asked, unable to hold back a smile.

"Yup." Shawnee said, smiling as well. "Now we just have to figure out how to get home." Brenna froze, her eyes going wide in a shocked expression. She grabbed her friend's arm desperately

"Shawnee... We have to go back to Athos's place! I know how we can get home!" Brenna dragged Shawnee through the crowd, the boys following them as they ran for the door. The musketeers saw them leaving and went to catch up with them.

"Where are you four off to in such a hurry?" Porthos shouted to them as they drew closer to the teens.

"We need to go back to Athos's place right now! I think I know how we can get home!" Athos nodded and led the way back to his home, the entire party in a hurry.

When the arrived and were inside, Brenna marched over to the mantle and pointed at the sword upon it. Shawnee stood up on the tips of her toes and stared at it.

"I can't really see it..." She muttered. "Would it be alright if we took it down?" She asked without looking back. When there was no response, Shawnee rolled her eyes and marched over to D'Artagnan, holding up a fist.

"Let me use your gloves please." After each word, she stuck up a finger and at the last word, stuck out her hand to accept his gloves. He slapped them down into her outstretched palm and she gently pulled them over her hands. She then returned to the sword on the mantle and delicately lifted it out of place.

Brenna and her tilted it one way and then the other until they stopped with the light of the fire within the grate was flickering in such a way off the blade that it cast a reflection upon the wall.

"This is it..." Shawnee muttered with a smile.

"This is our ticket home!" Brenna cried out happily. Athos gave her a strange look.

"Do you mean... that this sword will return you to your time period?" Brenna nodded with a bright smile. She walked up to Athos and gave him a hug. He looked down at her in shock for a few seconds before returning the affectionate gesture. When she pulled away he asked "Why did you do that?"

"Because we probably won't see you again..." She said; her smile saddening. The silence that followed her words was thick and tense.

"Thanks... for all your help and everything." Shawnee said awkwardly, trying to fill the silence. D'Artagnan nodded and held out his hand which Shawnee shook and he pressed hers warmly.

"Godspeed to all of you." Shawnee returned his gloves to him and moved back over to the sword. Jordan stood with her and gave a short awkward wave of goodbye to Aramis who simply nodded in return. Porthos wrapped an arm around Chris's shoulder and gave him an affectionate squeeze to which Chris squirmed out of, accidently cuffing Porthos on the back of the head. The room became silent once more as the two groups sat staring at each other for a few moments longer.

"I guess it's time we get going." Shawnee said quietly. "On three... One... Two... Three!" At the end of the count, the four teens grabbed a part of the sword and a blinding flash of light ensued. When the light had died and the musketeers uncovered their eyes, the teens had vanished.

The first sight that their eyes came across was the sword before them, sitting serenely with its glass case, Shawnee's hand hovering over it. The four of them stared for a moment before Shawnee pulled her hand back and the four of them took a few steps backwards in unison. Brenna tiptoed back over and pulled the glass lid back on top of the case and backed up once more to rejoin the group.

"I think we should go." Brenna whispered. Jordan and Chris nodded and turned to follow Brenna as she went to leave. Shawnee looked at the sword for a little bit longer before going after the other three when she froze and pulled a silver contraption out of the purse like thing she had been carrying.

She flicked a small switch, raised the item to face level and pointed the now revealed lens at the glass case. She pressed down on a button and the camera gave a click but no flash and a brief glance of the picture came up in the little display screen.

"Shawnee! Come on or we'll never get out of here!" Brenna called from the doorway with Chris and Jordan standing on either side of her. Shawnee tucked the camera away in its purse and ran towards the other three.

'All for One and One for All'

And with that motto said, the story has come to an end. Now I feel sad...

I am also a bit sad but you knew we had to go home eventually.

I would like to thank all of our readers and reviewers for all of your support throughout this entire story. It was all of you and your undying interest that kept this story on its feet. I would also like to thank my dear co-author for all of her help. Thanks Brenna!

Thanks D'Artagnan. It was an honour and really fun to make this story with you. I would also like to thank the Author of the story for making it a fun one. Thanks Shawnee. I also want to thank the readers all their reviews they gave us. You guys are great. Thank you.

Thanks to the following people for their entire story support with their reviews.

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Hey, all for one and one for all....

Again, I am glad that you all enjoyed this story and now that has all been said and done, it is time to bid everyone adieu. So, goodbye, good luck, and happy reading!

Umm... D'Artagnan, what about the second story we are writing? Oops... Ya you heard right. We are writing another musketeer story so stick around.