"You, my friend, almost killed me!" Aramis shouted as Porthos pulled him onto the roof.

"Oh, stop. All I did was kick you in the face."

"That almost caused me to fall to a most untimely death!"

"Will you two be quiet?" Athos whispered.

"Sorry," Aramis said.

"Is that D'Artagnan and Buckingham?" Porthos asked as he squinted so he can get a better view. D'Artagnan and Buckingham were fighting on the other side of the roof and, it looked as if Buckingham was winning.

"Let's go help the boy!" Aramis said and began walking toward the two.

Athos quickly yanked him back. "We can't just go parading over there! D'Artagnan will get distracted and then be killed right before our very eyes."

"What a humorous thought," Porthos joked.

Aramis and Athos looked at him, not amused by his joke, at all.

Porthos straightened up. "Right, sorry. That was not very funny," he cleared his throat, "What do we do?" He asked.

"We distract Buckingham," Athos said.

"How?" Aramis asked.

Athos looked and pointed to the neglected airship on the side of the roof. "It seems that no one is paying much attention to that and, in all honesty, Buckingham is not in need of an airship anymore."

"There," Arabella said to herself as she finished placing the dynamite in cellar of the airship. "Now, what do I use to light it with?" She looked around for something to use but, no such luck. She thought of asking D'Artagnan except, he was really busy at the moment. She decided to search throughout the airship. When she walked to the cellar door of the ship, she heard muffled voices. They were voices she recognized. She smiled and went out the door and saw them.

"Do you three happen to have anything that I would be able to light dynamite with?" She asked as she leaned against the doorframe.

The three Musketeers stopped walking and looked at her; each with a face of surprise.

"Where have you been?" Athos asked.

"Trying to stay alive," Arabella simply said.

"Well, It's nice to see you," Athos said.

"Likewise, Athos."

"It's nice to see me, too!" Porthos said.

Arabella smiled. "Yes, it's nice to see you and Aramis, as well."

Aramis smiled at that statement. "Now, what is it that you were asking?"

"Ah, well, D'Artagnan had planned to use the dynamite to destroy the airship so Buckingham would have no way of escaping. He would have to surrender since there would be no other way of leaving the roof."

"Not unless the villain jumped," Porthos said.

"Yes, but if he jumped he wouldn't have anywhere to land other than the stone floor," Athos replied.

Arabella nodded in agreement. "Precisely! So, will you three help me?"

"Of course we will! I'll light the dynamite. You three shouldn't be in here while that's happening. I wouldn't want you to get hurt and such," Porthos said as he walked into the cellar.

"And what about you?" Arabella asked.

"I'll be fine! Nothing ever happens to me!" Porthos laughed as he began lighting the sticks of dynamite.

"What has become of Milady?" Arabella asked as she quickly followed Athos and Aramis out of the airship.

"She is being taken to prison, as we speak," Athos answered.

Arabella sighed of relief. Finally. Milady De Winter was out of her life. All those years, Arabella had secretly been hoping that Milady would be discovered and taken away for good and now, it finally happened. Now to only get rid of her brother.

"Has Buckingham seen us?" Aramis asked as Arabella and Athos hid on the other side of the roof with him.

"I don't think so. I know D'Artagnan has, though," Athos whispered.

D'Artagnan knew that his friends had been walking back and forth on the roof. Buckingham didn't though. He had been facing the opposite way, completely clueless as to what Porthos, Athos, Aramis and Arabella were doing. D'Artagnan was glad that his friends had arrived; he was in dire need of help. He hoped that the destruction of the airship would really distract Buckingham so D'Artagnan could have a little break from fighting. So far, Buckingham had sliced his arm and lightly slashed his side. Luckily nothing too serious had been done or else they would all be in trouble.

"What do you keep staring at, D'Artagnan? Are you distracting yourself on purpose so that I can kill you this instant?" Buckingham asked as he dodged a swing from D'Artagnan.

"Porthos lit them," D'Artagnan said.

Buckingham ceased fighting and lowered his sword. He turned to the direction in which D'Artagnan was looking. Porthos was running out of the airship and went to the other side of the roof, where Buckingham now saw Arabella, Athos, and Aramis.

Buckingham did not have anytime to speak his response because before he knew it, his airship had exploded and he felt himself falling. Falling off of the roof that is. Smoke and debris filled the air. Arabella, Athos and Aramis covered there face and held their breath so they would not inhale it all. Bits and pieces flew across the roof or off the tower. Buckingham's air ship was no more. After a few minutes, the smoke had settled and the four in hiding stood to see what had become of Buckingham. He was no longer on the roof, and neither was D'Artagnan.

"Where's D'Artagnan?" Aramis asked as the remaining smoke made him begin to cough.

"I think he fell with Buckingham!" Porthos said.

Arabella, now wide-eyed, ran to the edge of the roof where Buckingham had fallen. She knelt down on the edge and looked below her, ignoring the distance of the pavement below her. D'Artagnan was holding on to a stone ledge while Buckingham was holding onto another stone ledge right next to D'Artagnan. Buckingham looked up and saw Arabella. He grinned evilly.

"You might as well tell the Musketeers to give up! My other guards have seen me and are on their way. Soon, they will be in the Tower and you all have no way of escaping!"

D'Artagnan rolled his eyes. "How many other guards do you have?"

Buckingham turned towards him. "Enough to kill your Musketeers."

"Not a chance," Athos said. He and Porthos and Aramis were now standing behind Arabella and looking down at Buckingham.

"And now you five have no way of escaping, as well!" Buckingham said.

"Actually…" Athos began to say and glanced up at the sky. Buckingham looked up and saw another airship, the one that had belonged to the King.

Planchet was happily steering the wheel and landed nicely on the roof of the Tower, to everyone's surprise.

"Hello, Sirs! I have pretty good timing, wouldn't you agree?" Planchet asked merrily.

"Shut up, Planchet," Athos mumbled.

"What? What happened?" D'Artagnan asked as he struggled to hold on to the stone ledge.

"Oh, Planchet arrived with the airship! And, D'Artagnan, I'm sorry we haven't helped you," Arabella said and tapped Athos on the shoulder. "D'Artagnan needs to be pulled up."

Athos looked down at D'Artagnan, who was making faces at him. Athos gave him a faint smirk and reached his arm out to him. D'Artagnan smiled and held on and was soon on the roof.

"Thanks," D'Artagnan smiled. Athos nodded and looked down at Buckingham.

"What do we do with him?" Arabella asked.

Athos thought for a moment. "We leave him there."

"Leave me here?" Buckingham asked.

"Yes. Aramis, Porthos and I will get in the airship, get to the bottom of the Tower, get rid of the new guards and then once that is finished and everything is safe, we shall return with Planchet in the air ship and come get you two," Athos explained.

"Why can we not go with you?" D'Artagnan asked.

"Because you need to make sure that Buckingham does not move from that spot," Porthos answered.

"What if he falls?" Arabella asked.

"Then, no more Buckingham. Problem solved." Athos said as he walked to the airship.

"You two will be fine watching him, won't you?" Aramis asked.

"If he doesn't try killing us; then yes," D'Artagnan said.

"He won't. Don't give him any ideas!" Arabella scolded as she watched Porthos, Athos and Aramis walk into the airship.

"Why do I have a feeling that leaving them is a stupid idea?" Porthos asked.

"Because it probably is," Athos replied.

"I'm sure they can both manage." Aramis said.

Arabella and D'Artagnan watched as the airship flew down to the bottom of the tower.

"This shouldn't be so bad! All we have to do is make sure…," D'Artagnan stopped talking and looked down. Buckingham was gone.

"Of course." D'Artagnan thought. "Uhh…Arabella?"

"What?" She asked and looked down.

"He's gone!" D'Artagnan said, frustrated with it all.

"Yes, I can see that! Where do you suppose he has gone?"

"If he's escaped, I'm going to find him and I'm going to kill him!" D'Artagnan said.

"Funny, you've never tried that before."

D'Artagnan smiled and looked at Arabella for a short while until he finally said, "Why do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Make me fall in love with you," D'Artagnan smiled.

Arabella blushed and shrugged her shoulders. "Love? Oh, I don't know. Believe me, it was not my intention."

"Oh, I'm sure it wasn't," D'Artagnan smiled and began leaning in to kiss her. Arabella happily leaned in, as well, glad that he had forgiven her for what had happened at the ball. Everything was going perfect again, well; almost perfect, if they had not forgotten about a certain someone.

"How sweet is this? My little sister is in love!"

D'Artagnan was just about to kiss Arabella when he heard that voice. He angrily turned and saw Buckingham standing there with a sword. Arabella stood by D'Artagnan's side.

She glared at Buckingham. "I had a feeling that would happen."

"I did too," D'Artagnan confessed.

"Buckingham, can't you just give up this life? Please!" Arabella pleaded.

"That's asking a lot, Arabella," Buckingham smirked.

D'Artagnan got his sword and gently pushed Arabella behind him.

"Don't try to be a hero, D'Artagnan. You two can't do anything to me."

D'Artagnan said nothing and lunged his sword out towards him, barely missing Buckingham.

"Damn," D'Artagnan muttered.

"Indeed," Buckingham said and the fighting began. Arabella stood there and felt absolutely helpless.

"I cannot just stand here and watch the two kill each other!" She thought.

Then, the worst happened. Buckingham had shoved D'Artagnan when he was caught off guard, causing him to drop his sword. D'Artagnan thought he could grab his sword off the ground quick enough before Buckingham had a chance to do anything but, he was proven wrong. As soon as D'Artagnan reached to grab his sword, Buckingham pushed him so hard that D'Artagnan fell back and hit his head on the stone floor Arabella stood there motionless in horror. D'Artagnan lay on the floor, not moving, not talking, and not even trying to respond to anything. He was,hopefully, out just as Arabella was earlier in the day. Arabella desperately hoped he would wake up soon. Buckingham triumphantly smiled and began circling Arabella slowly. He was like a vulture closing in on his prey.

"Now, since he's out of the way, you and I can finally talk in private," Buckingham began. "I'll give you two choices. The first is that you can escape with me and I'll forgive you for all of this nonsense you put Milady and I through; or, I can kill you right here, right now."

Arabella glared.

"Honestly, I prefer the first option. The second option would be too difficult for me to carry out."

"I'm sure it wouldn't be too difficult."

Buckingham smirked at her comment. "Yes, I believe you are right about that. Smart girl you are, Arabella. Too bad it would all go to waste, hmm?"

"Tragic," Arabella said as she stared at the sword that was beside D'Artagnan. Should she run for it? She had practiced using a sword with D'Artagnan. Would she remember what to do or how to even use it?

She made the decision.

She ran for the sword bedsides D'Artagnan and grabbed it. She turned and saw that Buckingham was already heading straight towards her, ready to attack. Her heart began to race at a speed which she never even thought was possible. She held the sword the way D'Artagnan had taught her and was ready to block any attacks Buckingham would make on her.

"Let's hope D'Artagnan's sword lesson was helpful." She thought.