I don't usually update so fast but I've had most of these chapters half written so have been able to update pretty quickly.

Bad Day Part 2

"Where have you been?" D'artagnan asked as Aramis, Porthos and Athos finally walked in. The three of them looked like they hadn't slept all night and Aramis just didn't look right. Her eyes were darting everywhere and D'artagnan could swear her hands had a minute tremor in them.

"How mad is Treville?" Aramis asked, obviously trying to divert D'artagnan's attention. As it was Athos and Porthos were watching her like a pair of hawks as she sat into a chair.

"Very." D'artagnan said. The older man had come into the office 5 times since he'd called Athos. "Are you alright?"

"Fine." Aramis replied, not convincingly. D'artagnan was going to say more when Treville came into the room.

Freezing at the doorway, Treville looked at his best unit and suppressed a sigh. Athos and Porthos were watching Aramis' every movement and Aramis seriously reminded Treville of a cornered animal. "Captain?" Treville knew Aramis' history but realised that Athos and Porthos didn't know. It was surprising considering how close the three were.

"It doesn't matter." Treville turned to exit but Aramis' glare held him in place.

"Did you having something for us?" Her tone was sweet and calm but Treville could detect the slightest hint of a tremor in it.

Watching Aramis' stare, Treville thought it would be best if he just turned around and left but he also knew it wasn't possible, not when he'd already made promises that his best team would be on it. "I have an assignment for you, if you're up to it?"

The last bit was directed at Aramis but she didn't answer as Athos took the file. "Keep an eye on her." Treville muttered to Athos as the man took the file. Athos only nodded, his gaze turning back to Aramis as Treville exited the office, seriously doubting if this was a good idea or not.

…..

The four of them met up with a group of Red Guards, who glared at their arrival. What are you doing here?" Captain Trudeau glared at them, his eyes lingering a little longer on Aramis than the others. D'artagnan stepped a little in front of Aramis, keeping a level gaze on the Red Guard.

"You'll be doing what we tell you." Trudeau said, his eyes not moving away from Aramis and D'artagnan seriously wondered if the guy had a death wish. Then again, it didn't look like anyone but himself had noticed. Athos and Porthos were still distracted with watching Aramis who was definitely not fine.

"Fine." Porthos grunted.

"Good, you four can go in first." Trudeau said and D'artagnan did not like the sound of that. "Of course, Aramis can stay with us if she wants." This brought Aramis back to the real world as she shook her head and moved a little closer to Porthos. No, something was definitely off.

"I don't like this." D'artagnan said as they hid behind a wall. A group of men were standing in the middle of the back alley, talking in low voices. "Why are we even here?"

Athos shrugged. "I'm guessing Treville wants this mission done properly and doesn't trust the Red Guards to do it."

"No one trusts the Red Guards to do anything, but why send us in first?" Porthos muttered, low enough so only Athos and D'artagnan could here.

"Maybe it's an ambush." D'artagnan added, copying Porthos' low tone.

"Then we make our own plan." Athos replied. He rose his voice then so Aramis could hear as he outlined what they were going to do.

…

Porthos and Athos walked down the alley, a hand on their pistols. The 10 men in the alley silenced, turning to face them as they walked towards them. "Can we help you?" One man shouted and Athos heard a buzzing in his ear from Trudeau, asking them what the hell they were doing.

Athos didn't say anything as he kept an eye on the men. He heard a shout in his ear, probably the signal of the Red Guards and he and Porthos quickly ducked onto the floor. A number of shots rang out from the up the alley as Aramis and D'artagnan came closer but the group of men seemed to be prepared as they fired back. Athos winced in sympathy and D'artagnan and Aramis dropped to their knees, to avoid the flash of bullets.

Running towards the men, Athos and Porthos drew them into a fist fight. At least that would stop any stray bullets from hitting anyone. What he couldn't stop, though, was the 5 men that dodged Athos and Porthos and ran straight at Aramis and D'artagnan.

D'artagnan gave Aramis a hand up as 5 men came running at them. He quickly went to defend himself, hoping that whatever was wrong with Aramis wouldn't cause her any problems. A man dropped to the ground from where Aramis was fighting and D'artagnan breathed a sigh of relief to find that Aramis wasn't shaking anymore.

A shout rang out and D'artagnan barely dropped in time before the Red Guards appeared at the alley mouth, shooting rapidly. Covering his head, D'artagnan looked up in search of his friends. Athos and Porthos were one the ground and nodded to show they were fine. Glancing to his side, D'artagnan tried to meet Aramis' gaze but she wasn't looking at anything. In fact D'artagnan could see her eyes were running over everything but not seeing anything as the last of the shots died out.

All of the men were either dead or had surrendered and D'artagnan climbed to his feet, gently lifting Aramis to hers as well. She was shivering and, instinctively, D'artagnan shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around her. "Are you hurt?" Athos asked, running over to them.

"We're fine." D'artagnan said as Athos pulled Aramis close to his side, rubbing soft circles into her back.

"What the hell were you thinking!" Porthos shouted, walking threateningly up to the Red Guards. "You could have killed us." One man shrank a little away but Trudeau didn't back down. Stupid move, D'artagnan thought.

"This was our operation and you disobeyed my orders."

"Your orders would have gotten us killed." Porthos clenched his fist and D'artagnan thought for a wild moment that he was going to punch Trudeau.

"Enough!" Athos shouted, stopping the two men before they came to blows. "This is your operation and you can bring this lot in." Athos went to push his way past them but Trudeau grabbed a hold of Aramis' arm before they could leave.

Porthos let out a growl and D'artagnan moved closer to the Guard. He backed a little but kept his hold on Aramis' arm. "This is why women shouldn't be allowed to do this sort of thing." Aramis flinched away from Trudeau as he let go and this time Porthos did punch him. Right in the eye and D'artagnan didn't feel a single bit guilty as he fell onto the floor.

….

The sound of gun fire had Aramis dragged back into that forest. Those men had ambushed them in the dead of the night while they had been sleeping. It had meant to be a simple training exercise but instead it had turned into a bloodbath. When they had awoken, Aramis had jumped out of the tent and shot one of their attackers dead.

After that all bets had been off. A bullet had skimmed her head and if it wasn't for Marsac she would have bled out right then and there. As it was she was close to death by the time they were found. Marsac left her in that forest though, abandoned her with 20 of their dead friends. Blood crusting on her face as fresh snow fell onto her head. She'd been so cold then and she was so cold now.

A shiver ran up her spine as someone's hand stroked her head. "Marsac." She mumbled, opening her eyes.

"No, it's me. It's Porthos." The older man murmured as Aramis shifted in his hold. They were in Athos' apartment and she was lying on the sofa, Porthos sitting on the floor next to her head. "You were shouting out in your sleep." He said, still keeping a hand on her. She didn't pull away, glad that she had something to ground herself to the present rather than be dragged back into memories.

"I'm sorry." She mumbled, Trudeau's words coming back to her. Maybe he was right, maybe Aramis didn't have any business being with the musketeers.

"Hey, don't you listen to Trudeau." Aramis grinned. Porthos always knew what she was thinking.

"Drink this." Athos said, handing her a cup of coffee. She wrinkled her nose as she tasted it.

"I don't take sugar." She murmured, climbing onto the sofa. She leant her head on Porthos' shoulder as Athos went back into the kitchen.

"D'artagnan."

"Right here." D'artagnan appeared at Aramis' other shoulder and sat down. His jacket was still on her shoulders and she smiled a little as she leant into her younger friend.

Athos appeared with food and placed it into her hands, telling her to eat. She did so, glad when her stomach didn't rebel. When she was finished, Porthos asked. "Who is Marsac?" Aramis stiffened and Porthos quickly backtracked. "You don't have to tell us if you don't want to."

Taking a deep breath, Aramis nodded. She knew they wouldn't demand an answer but she also knew that the deserved one. "He was a friend."

"Was?" D'artagnan noted, making Aramis lean further into Porthos, who's fingers tightened in her hair.

"There was an incident, when I was in Special Forces." Aramis started, her eyes not meeting anyone in the room. "It was meant to be a training exercise in Savoy but we were attacked. They killed everyone."

"How did you survive?" D'artagnan asked, not able to stop himself.

"I was shot but Marsac got me to safety." Her hand came up to rub at the scar that was still at her forehead subconsciously and Athos' fingers gently pulled it away. Porthos pushed the bit of hair that fell over the scar away and an angry glare came over his eyes.

"What happened to Marsac?" Athos asked.

"He left." Aramis replied, a shudder racking her body. Porthos and D'artagnan looked angry but Athos only looked straight at Aramis.

"Are you alright?" Athos asked, carefully moving to sit were Porthos had been before.

Aramis let her head fall onto Athos and nodded her head. She hadn't wanted to tell her friends this but she was glad she had now. They deserved to know and it had helped stop the memories, if only a little. "It's usually not this bad." She mumbled into Athos' shoulder.

"You've had this sort of attack before now." Aramis nodded. "Next time you call one of us. Promise?" Athos lifted her head up to look at him and she nodded her head.

"Good. Now let's get you to sleep."

"But…" Aramis started but Porthos interrupted her.

"One of us will stay with you. No one is going to hurt you, we promise." Aramis nodded her head and allowed Athos to guide her into the bedroom.

"Give me a minute." She asked, motioning for them to leave so she could get changed. None of the three looked happy about leaving but they nodded none the less and Aramis dugout one of Athos' shirts and joggers. They smelled like her friend and she let out a little smile as she sat on the edge of Athos' double bed. Her eyes were already drooping shut, trying to make up for lost sleep. This time she didn't stop them and allowed herself to fall back onto the bed. Asleep within seconds.

Athos gently opened the door and smiled slightly at the sight of Aramis curled up on top of the covers. He motioned for Porthos to lift Aramis up while he and D'artagnan pulled back the covers. Porthos gently placed Aramis on the bed.

D'artagnan and Porthos climbed into the bed beside Aramis who let out a little hum in appreciation in her sleep. "You coming." Porthos asked, as Athos went to take a seat on the chair. The older man frowned but nodded and climbed in next to D'artagnan.

Soon the three were asleep, with D'artagnan and Aramis curled in the middle. Whoever Aramis shifted though, both Porthos and Athos reached over to her and D'artagnan shuffled a little closer, helping to keep the nightmares away.

Thanks for reading and please review, if there is any one shots you want me to write please tell me :)