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 2

Two days had passed since my arrival at the garrison. Athos was still annoyed at me for fighting with him; Aramis and Porthos were happy to bring me to a Traven to drink ourselves silly. Athos came begrudged to keep us in control of anything terrible.

"So, Sophie, had you met anyone to hold a heart to?" Aramis asked.

"Please, Aramis, leave it alone." I moaned, putting my head down in shock that Aramis would bring it up.

"But is there Sophie?" Aramis question.

"No," I reply. "Truly, I haven't."

"That's good," he said. "He would have to get past us."

"Please stop," I muttered, wanting to hide from them. Aramis was still smirking at me, but I could feel Porthos' massive hand on my shoulder. "Do relax, Lena. I can control Aramis." He joked.

"Last call!" The Barkeeper called.

"Let's get you back to the garrison," Porthos said.

"But Porthos," I muttered, a bit drunk. "I'm fine."

"Nope, let's go," Porthos replies standing up and grabbing me partly dragging and leading me out of the bar.

"Porthos, let me go," I cried, pulling away. "I'm fine."

"Nope," Porthos replied, and he threw me over his shoulder and then back to walking me.

"I'm flying." I joked.

"You're drunk." Porthos joked back.

"Of course, I am Porthos," I giggled. "You let me drink."

Porthos just laughed and kept walking until we reached the Garrison.

"Time for bed for you, Lena." Porthos reply.

"Thank you, Porthos." I giggled and stood on my tiptoes and kissed Porthos on the cheek.

"Think nothing of it, Lena," Porthos said, messing up my hair.

(TL)

The morning light streaked through the window, causing me to roll to my other side. I pushed myself from the bed; my hair was on my face. I got the hair out of my face and looked to see I was in the outfit from the night. I stood up from the bed and pulled my hair into a quick but tight braid. I looked down to see I was still in my clothes last night. I gave them a short pull, made them look better, and left the bedroom in favor of the courtyard, but it was too quiet for me. I found out from the cook that Papa met with the King in Versailles while the others were on a mission. I decided to meet with Constance Bonacieux, who I hadn't seen since I left at age ten. I made sure that I looked aright before making the journey to the Bonacieux home. I knew that Constance would be happy to see me, but I didn't think her husband would be happy. I didn't like the man; I found him rude and mean. He couldn't understand my love for wearing pants and men's shirts. I still remember when I met Constance.

(Flash Back)

I couldn't find Aramis or Porthos, and it was Market Day meaning it was pure chaos. I was six both Athos and Papa was busy. People were yelling and calling. I just wanted to go back to the Garrison, but I could not find my way.

"Come here, pretty girl." I heard a voice. I turn to face a scary-looking man that reminded me of a rat.

No." I cried and ran through the Market. I ran for a while before someone grabbed me forcefully from behind. I yelped in pain and tried to pull away. "No!" I cried. "Let me go!"

"You be quiet, you little piece of crap." The rat-man ordered. "You will get me a good piece of money for someone so pretty."

"No, let me go!" I yelled.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh caused me to cry out, and I felt my warm cheek. Tears were pooling in my eyes.

Oh, thank goodness," I heard a woman call coming to my side. "You found my daughter. Thank you so much, sir." She gripped my free hand.

"How do you know she is your daughter?" The rat-man asked.

"Mama," I said happily, hugging her tightly.

The rat-man let me go and backed away. I waited until he was gone, that then I let the woman go. "Thank you so much."

"No problem, my dear," She replies. "Did you lose your mother?"

"I lost my uncles, ma'am," I answered.

"Should we find them," She suggested.

"Please, Miss," I said.

"It's Constance Bonacieux." She spoke.

"I'm Sophie Treville. Thank you for saving me from the bad man." I reply.

"Think nothing about it." She responded with a smile. "Where did you see your uncles last?"

"I think this way," I answered, pointing towards the center of the Market. She gave a small smile and walked with me through the crowd until I caught sight of Porthos' bandana. "This way Miss. Constance, I see Uncle Porthos."

I dragged her with me through the crows until I was in an eyeshot. Aramis caught sight of me that worried look on his face disappeared. Porthos turned to see me.

"Sophie, get over here now!" Porthos ordered.

"Thank you again, Miss. Constance." I said, letting her hand go before running to Aramis's open arms.

(End Of Flash Back)

Constance became part of my family from that point on, and I would visit her. I knew that she would be in for a shock. I knocked on the door, and a maid opened the door.

"Yes, can I help you?" She asked.

"Yes, I was wondering if Mrs. Bonacieux was in?" I questioned.

"Yes, the Mistress in," The maid said. "What is your business with the Mistress?"

"I was hoping to visit her. I'm an old friend." I answered.

"Mary, who is at the door?" I heard Constance's voice ask.

Mary didn't answer, but I heard Constance's footsteps. She came to the door and looked at me; I looked back she looked the same. A massive smile came across her face.

"It's alright, Mary. I will handle this," she said and waved her off. She pulled me into a tight hug and then pushed me back. "Come inside and let me get a look at you."

"Yes, Ma'am," I replied and followed her in.

"You have grown," she said gently, causing me to smile back. "I see you still favor wearing men's clothes."

"It's not a problem, Constance; I favor them more because there are comfortable for me," I responded, following her into the kitchen.

She just smiled at me. "Now sit down."

"Yes, Ma'am," I replied, pulled a chair out, and sat down. "You seem to be good."

"Of course, I am." She said, putting a bowl of bread and cheese by me. "We need to be quiet. I have someone sleeping in the spare room."

"Can I ask if the person is alight?" I question.

"He passed out in front of me after he kissed me," Constance said.

"Are you serious?" I question with a slight giggle in my voice.

"Oh, hush you." Constance joked, giving me a gently hit with a towel.

"I knew you were a beauty, Constance." I joked back.

"Oh, behave you," Constance joked. "I'm going to just check on him."

I heard a sound.

"At my husband's house." I heard Constance annoyed.

I heard the bed move.

"I had an appointment with the Musketeer…" followed by the sound of someone hitting the chandelier. "Athos."

"I know him," I heard Constance say. "He is a friend of yours?"

"Not exactly." The guest said.

"You can barely walk." I heard Constance's reason.

"It's my problem." He said back. "Only tell me the way to the Musketeers Garrison or not."

"You're in no shape to fight," Constance said. "If that's what you're thinking of. I have three older brothers I know that look in a man's eye."

"With respect, that is none of your business." the guest said

"You made it my business when you fell at my feet," Constance responded.

"You're a beautiful woman. I should you're used to it." The guest replied.

"I should have just left you in the gutter," Constance jeered.

I heard the sound of footsteps and a sword being picked up.

"My apologize," He replies. "I'm not always such ill manners. Might I inquiry of the name of my savior."

"Bonacieux, Constance Bonacieux Monsieur." Constance answered

"Athos killed my father, Constance." He replies, "That is why I must face him. I'm D'Artagnan; please think kindly of my name if you think of it all."

I froze, knowing that didn't happen, but I couldn't fight this guy in a weakened state. A young man with warm cognac brown eyes had tan skin that reminded me of a sunset, he was very tall and skinny, but I could tell he had muscle. He had shoulder-length black hair. He bowed his hand and walked out. Constance walked out quickly.

"So that was your guest?" I questioned. "He seems nice. You do realize that Athos didn't do it."

"We need to go after him," Constance said quickly. "He going to get himself killed."

"I heard," I reply. "In his weakened state, he wouldn't be a threat to Athos, but he will get himself killed; let's go," I said, standing up and running with Constance,

We found Athos, Porthos, and Aramis having a sword on the man's neck lying on the stairs.

"Stop Fighting!" Constance yelled as we came through the archway. "All of you! Is three against one fair?"

"We weren't going to kill him," Athos said, turning towards us and pulling his sword away.

"Were we?" Porthos questioned, pulling his sword back, looking over his shoulder, and nodding his head in my direction. "

"Next time, let's know," Aramis said, pulling his sword off.

"Madame Bonacieux, what are you doing here?" Athos asked, looking at us as Constance marched over with me walking behind her.

"I follow him because I knew he would do something stupid." Constance marching over to D'Artagnan."

"I don't need a woman to protect me."

"Don't say another word," Constance ordered, turning towards us. "If only men would think instead of a fight, then there might be a better one left."

"Him, I'm not sure of," Aramis said. "Her I like."

"What is going on?" I heard Porthos' question. I looked to see Papa and a few other musketeers coming toward us.

"Never mind, did you find corona?" Papa asked.

"He never made it to the monastery," Athos answered. "Give us 20 men, and we will search the road."

"Athos," Papa said, waving in some red guard. "I'm sorry these men have come to arrest you," Aramis, Porthos, and I grip our swords tightly. "To appear in front of the King charged with robbery and murder, I promise there would be no trouble." We released our grips, and Athos handed over his sword.

"I'm not the man you're looking for," Athos said to D'Artagnan before walking to the Red Guard.

"Then why did my father name you before he died," D'Artagnan questioned as he walked toward us.

"I don't know," Athos answered as there walked away.

I stood frozen to the ground.

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