Disclaimer: I don't own anything of the BBC Musketeers. That is BBC and Alexandre Dumas's rights as well. I also don't own anything of Percy Jackson. That is Rick Riordan's right, not mine, but I do own my characters.

Italic means thoughts and flashbacks.

Chapter 1:

"Sophie Helene, you are just as stubborn as your father." In her attempt to pull my hair into a neat bun, Aunt Mary said my auburn hair did not have it.

As well as wearing dark pants and boots, a male shirt, and a dark leather jerkin. It was just how I was a stubborn girl and the daughter of Captain Treville. The captain of the King's Musketeers. The fact after I was born, my father cared for me the best he could until I was ten, and then I was sent to my aunt's home to be raised to be a proper lady, but it was very evident that I would not be a proper lady but be more of a fighter like my father, a true Musketeer.

Much to my aunt's dismay, she tried, God, she tried to turn me into a proper lady with the whole dresses, the hair, and proper stand. Yet it didn't work. I would fight back at every moment I could; when my aunt wasn't there, I would be in the fields running barefoot with my hair in the wind. My Papa said that was his daughter. Aunt Mary did give up trying to turn me into a proper lady.

I started to practice swordsmanship in secret; I knew that many in the city of Lyons would think that a lady practicing swordsmanship would disgrace her family. Aunt Mary tried to pull my hair into a bun because I would be joining Papa in Paris for a few weeks. I would be traveling by horseback; I would be dressing like a boy to be safe on the roads.

"Are you sure that you want to leave tonight?" Aunt Mary's question. "Wouldn't it be far safer for you to leave tomorrow?"

"I will leave tomorrow if it would make you feel better, Aunt Mary," I answered back. "It would be good to give Star another day of rest."

"That's a good lass." Aunt Mary replied, kissing my forehead.

(TL)

Tomorrow finally came; needless to say, I was happy to go back to Paris; I missed Father and the other Musketeers.

"Are you sure you want to leave today and not tomorrow?" Aunt Mary asked as I put the last of my few things on Star's saddle.

Star was a large mare with a smoky black coloring, I've had Star since she was a filly, and Star was one of the foals from one of the Musketeers' horses.

"I feel that you don't want to go to Paris?" I question.

"No, I don't want you to go to Paris, the reason why I will be missing you," Aunt Mary answered, pulling me into a hug before pushing me back. "Now, let me get one more look at you before letting you go."

I hug her back.

"I will be alright, my dear Aunt," I replied. "I will send word as soon as I get there, Aunt."

"I know, my dear, now go," Aunt Mary replied. "Before I try to keep you forever."

I quickly kissed my aunt on her cheek before climbing onto Star.

"Goodbye, dear Aunt," I said, tipping my large hat towards her before giving Star a light kick and her starting to walk away.

As Star walked through the town of Lyons.

"Don't you dare to leave me here, Mademoiselle Treville!" I heard a female voice yell.

I turned to see a young woman with long strawberry blonde hair in a long braid. She was dressed in a pale-yellow dress. "Hello Mademoiselle Lune." I said back, pulling Star to a stop.

"You promised me that you would bring me to Paris with you." She said back.

"It's just for a few weeks, Adeline," I said. "Then I will be back before you know it."

"But still, you promise me." Adeline wailed.

"Ana, we will talk about another day," I said back. "I have to go. I will send you a message when I get there, Adeline, good day."

I tip my hat to her before Star starts to walk again.

(TL)

I rode fast through one of the forests that would lead me to Paris as I got closer to Paris. I could see the main gate, and a new burst of energy went through me.

"Let's go, Star." I declared, giving her a hard kick. Star went racing through the gate of the walled city that was Paris. I pulled my hat low; I didn't want to let the musketeers know it was me as I pulled into the garrison.

"Whoa," I whispered to Star.

"Can I help you?" I heard Aramis's voice ask.

"I need to see Captain Treville," I reply deeply.

"What is your business with Captain Treville?" I heard Aramis's question.

"I just need to speak with him," I reply with the same deep voice.

I could hear someone's heavy footsteps coming toward me from behind. I quickly gripped my dagger, a special dagger that had an engraving of an owl face—a parting gift from them. A giant hand grabbed my own and forced me to show the dragger.

I heard a voice that I knew. "There is only one person who carries through dragger." I heard Porthos's voice.

I pulled at the grip. "Let go," I growled.

"Sophie," I heard Aramis say. "You might as well give up the act."

I looked up to face Aramis; warm chocolate met stormy grey.

"Yet it is so fun to do so," I reply, pushing myself up in the saddle. I could see Aramis was the same, but his beard had grown. He was wearing brown leather pants with brown suspenders, an oversized white shirt, and brown boots. That genuine smile was there, which made me smile as well.

"Let's get down, so we came to get a look at you," I heard Porthos's voice. I easily flipped my leg over and hopped off Star. He pushed my shoulders back, and I came face to face with Porthos. He towered over me, but he always did. His hair was short with small tuffs of curly hair, and his nut-brown eyes were shining; his Aramis trimmed his beard and was wearing black pants with his white shirt under a dark leather vest. "You've grown."

"You mean she has grown far more lovely, Porthos," Aramis added.

"Aramis, please," I begged to feel the heat coming to my cheeks. "Stop it."

"Why should I when our young Sophie has grown quite beautiful." Aramis reply.

"It's good to see you again," Porthos added, pulling me into a tight hug and letting me go. Only to get pulled into another hug by Aramis.

"Your father is going to be happy for you." He spoke. "Just waited until he saw how lovely you have become."

"Thank you," I reply.

I heard the sound of more horses coming towards us.

"That must be your father," Porthos said.

"I say we surprised him?" I suggested with a smirk coming across my face.

"Now there is the Sophie that I know and love." Porthos declaimed.

I grabbed Star's reins and led her to the stables; she was happy to be put in a stable with fresh water and hay. I bustled to take off Star's saddle and reins.

"Get a rest, Star. You deserved it, girl." I said, giving her a pat on the back.

I walked back from the stables to see the others riders had dismounted. I was able to get a glance of Papa. He was the same man, and time was kind to him. He still had the same clear blue eyes, but it looked like his hair had gone grey, but he was in a tan leather outfit and lighter tan pants and black boots and the blue cloak I still love and that dark brown hat.

"Porthos, Aramis?" Papa question

"Yes Captain?" Aramis question.

"Has anyone arrived today?" He asked.

"No one that I can think of, captain Treville." Porthos reply.

"Why do I find that very hard to believe?" I heard a voice that I love to hear.

I move closer to the wall of the stable that overlooks the courtyard. I quickly ducked down; I could feel Athos's blue eyes face in my direction.

"Don't move," I muttered to myself. I race to the side of the stall that helps to hold the stables up.

"So, you claimed that no one arrived today, then why is there a horse in the stall?" I heard Athos's question.

I pushed myself down more and got ready to run if need be. I quickly scanned the stable to see if I could find anything I could use to hide more completely. Sadly, it was not the case.

"It's just a horse Athos." I heard Aramis reply.

"I don't think so," I heard Athos remark. "That horse is an animal that I know quickly well."

"Athos, there are horses that are the same." Porthos criticized. "Like Sophie horse."

I heard a small yelp. I then listened to the sound of footsteps coming toward us. I held my breath and gripped my dagger, ready to fight. The boots came into view, black leather boots. I didn't want to look up, but I forced myself to do so, to meet beautiful ice blue eyes. That moment lasted for about a half-second before I had a sword at my neck. I reacted with my dagger pushing against the blade, giving me that second I needed to get out of that jam and was able to defend myself with my sword.

I held it in front of me.

"OnGuard monsieur," I announce, keeping the sword ready.

"What was your business in the stables of the King musketeers garrison?" Athos questions holding his sword at the ready.

"That happens not to be any of your business, Monsieur Athos," I argued back.

I saw how Athos was also the same. His ice-blue eyes watched and tried to figure out the best way to default me. He was in his dark leather doublet; I could see the flor da lee covering. His pants were the same color with still large black boots. He had a brown belt that was holding his purse and guns. His hat and blue cloak. His dark wavy hair and not a lot of facial hair. I could see his dark brown gloves holding his sword.

"Might I inquiry how do you know my name?" Athos question.

"I'm in shock that the monsieur Athos would forget me." I retorted.

I slid my sword to tap his, which Athos started to push back. In which I started to sword fight with Athos. He easily started to fight back. We wouldn't give an inch back and forth until we were both out of breath and had the other sword at our throats.

"You might give up the disguise, mademoiselle Sophie," Athos stated. "I know your style of fighting."

"I would watch it, Monsieur Athos," I pointed out with a smirk going across my face.

I pulled my sword away, and Athos followed my lead. I put my sword back and pulled off my hat to reveal myself—a mass of long wavy auburn hair coming free from a braid. Dark grey eyes were shining bright, and a smirk across my face.

"Sophie Helene Treville!" I heard Papa shout, causing me to look at him; my smirk started to disappear, and fear shone through my eyes. "Get over here this instant and give your father a hug."

Happiness suddenly came shining through my eyes.

"Good day monsieur Athos." I mused and gave my head a slight bow to him before heading towards Papa and was pulled into a tight hug.

I was home at last, and I was happy to be here.

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