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Musketeers Fluff A Series of One-Shots
A series of brotherly One-Shots of Athos, Aramis, Porthos and D'Artagnan and maybe some D'Artagnan/Constance ones…
Chapter 1: Overprotective: (1)
D'Artagnan groaned from his bed in the infirmary. He had been left behind 2 weeks ago from a mission because he had injured his hip. So, he was on light duties and couldn't go on the mission with his brothers. He had argued and pleaded but nothing he could do would make them change their mind.
If only they knew what would happen here in their absence.
Lets just say 3 Red Guards and 1 Injured Musketeer didn't end well. And now D'Artagnan found himself stuck in a bed in the infirmary with three busted ribs and a deep cut on his side and on his already injured hip. Oh his brothers were going to love this.
Note the sarcasm here.
They had left him behind to keep him out of trouble and he just so happened to find trouble. Now with his injuries he was also supporting a concussion and a light fever.
His brothers were going to freak when they found out. Hopefully Treville would be the one to tell them and not throw him to the sharks/overprotective brothers who were likely going to kill those Red Guards if they found out who they were. Well kill them after they killed him that is.
Suddenly he heard shouting and there was no doubt in his mind of who was causing that shouting.
He thumped his head on the pillows behind his head.
"Kill me now", he groans dramatically and desperately tries to fane sleep.
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Athos, Porthos and Aramis had been looking forward to getting back to Paris and seeing their Little Brother. Who they hoped to have been behaving himself in their absence.
"Do you think the whelp has behaved himself?" Porthos asks with a chuckle.
"He better have", Athos mutters.
"He wasn't happy to be left behind. So, he might have done something stupid", Porthos points out.
"I don't think he would do anything else to keep himself on light duties. You know how he hates that", Aramis chuckles.
"How much trouble could the Pup get into in only two weeks?" Porthos asks meaning it to be a rhetorical question.
But they each look at each other before motioning their horses to go faster in answer to Porthos rhetorical question.
They knew EXACTLY how much trouble their Gascon could get up to and they hoped that THIS time their trouble maker would have stayed out of trouble for once in his life.
Oh, how wrong they were!...
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Treville sighs rubbing his head from the headache coming on. How can one newly commissioned Musketeer cause so much trouble? How the HELL did he get into a fight with THREE Red Guards while he was coming back to the Garrison from a walk? How the HELL did that happen? Then again it was the Red Guards and they would do anything to fight with a Musketeer especially if that Musketeer was injured and easy prey.
Treville had to chuckle at the fact D'Artagnan had been far from easy prey. He gave as good as he got. And Treville was sure that the Gascon's overprotective brothers would be easily able to find out who attacked their brother and be able to get the point across that touching the Gascon would earn them a beating from the Inseparables. As every Musketeer in the Garrison knew that if you messed or injured D'Artagnan in anyway or form his brothers wouldn't be far behind in dishing out the punishment for such an act. Even over the protests of their injured brother.
So, he expected for Rochefort to call him in complaining and making his Musketeers out to be the villains when, and not if, the three brothers paid back the Red Guard for what they did.
Which was going to cause another headache. And maybe one he was WILLING to endure.
Suddenly Sebastian barges into the office.
"What is the…?!" Treville starts startled.
"The Inseparables are back!" Sebastian gasps out of breath.
Treville groans he just knew his headache was only just about to get worse.
"And they are looking for D'Artagnan!" Sebastian exclaims.
Treville groans again oh brilliant this was going to be so much fun. Maybe he should have stayed in bed.
"Anyone tell them yet?" Treville asks hopefully.
"Not a chance Sir. None of us are suicidal!" Sebastian exclaims.
'Bugger', Treville thinks.
"Where are they?" Treville asks him.
"Still in the Courtyard"
Treville sighs and heads out of his office and looks down at the Courtyard and winces at the looks on the Three Inseparables faces when their brother wasn't there to greet them. But their faces could also be because everyone was fleeing the Courtyard like there was a plague.
"Brave bunch", Treville mutters sarcastically.
"Would you want to do it if you had a choice?" Sebastian asks him in a whisper.
Treville winces, "Good point. I'm going down. Keep everyone away from the Infirmary and maybe have someone watch the gates afterwards. I expect our Three best men will be going hunting tonight"
Sebastian winces knowing what he meant. But also knew that Treville was only just saying that. As nothing would stop the Inseparables from going out those gates to dish out punishment.
"I will see to it that the people on the gate will 'try their best'", he says the last three words in a tone suggesting those watching the gate wouldn't actually be paying much attention.
"Make sure they are watched and only interfere if they look like they are going to kill someone", Treville orders him, "Actual forget about that. The less witnesses the better"
"So it would have been straight away once you told them Sir?" Sebastian asks him smirking.
"If you keep this up YOU can tell them what happened", Treville tells him.
"Shutting up Sir. As I said I am not suicidal", Sebastian replies, "I will be staying up here out of firing range. As they still have their weapons"
Treville rolls his eyes and walks down the stairs and he could see he already had the Three Inseparables attention. And he saw a few more Musketeers slowly moving away. Already knowing what was to come.
Three Overprotective Brothers were about to be on the rampage. But the looks on the three's faces told Treville they had a feeling something had happened.
"Captain where is D'Artagnan?" Aramis asks him directly.
"Yeah, the Pup would normally be here by now", Porthos states still looking around for their brother.
"Captain?" Athos asks stony faced and quietly.
Athos had that look on his face that normally sent cadets running. Well, all but D'Artagnan running that is. Actually, D'Artagnan had been the only cadet to NOT be afraid of Athos. Which was probably why he had been accepted by the trio so fast.
"What trouble did the Lad get up too this time?" Porthos asks with an exasperated look.
"Where. Is. He?" Athos asks looking like he was reaching the end of his patience.
That is when Treville decided it was best to let the troublesome newly commissioned Musketeer tell the story. He knew it was probably unfair of him to sick all Three of the Overprotective Brothers on him. But…
"Infirmary", Treville tells them waiting for the explosion.
They didn't disappoint.
"WHAT?!" they yell in unison.
That made the last few braver Musketeers that had stayed scatter.
"HOW?"
"WHY?"
"WHAT THE HELL HAPPEN?!"
"I believe your answers are in the Infirmary", Treville states.
The Three of them start to race to the Infirmary with Treville following them.
"What did he do to himself in just two weeks?" Aramis asks exasperated.
"That HE can explain", Treville tells them.
"Didn't he understand the meaning of the words 'light duties?" Porthos asks rhetorically.
"I am going to kill him", Athos growls.
Treville knew it wouldn't be their brother they killed. The Three Red Guard on the other hand…
"How the hell did he manage to get himself hurt enough to warrant a stay in the infirmary?" Aramis asks Treville loudly.
"How much trouble is he in?" Porthos asks.
"Oh, he is in a lot of trouble when I get my hands on him", Athos growls loudly.
"I believe half the fault lies elsewhere", Treville informs as they get to the infirmary.
"You mean SOMEONE DID THIS TO HIM!" they yell.
"Well…it is better if he explains it. He is unlikely to lie to you", Treville tells them with a shrug.
Treville knew D'Artagnan would have heard the commotion outside the Infirmary by now and was dreading this coming conversation.
They barge into the Infirmary to find D'Artagnan trying to fake sleeping.
"Nice try brother but we know your awake", Porthos states only half amused.
D'Artagnan sighs and opens his eyes looking at his annoyed and worried brothers.
"I'm fine!" he exclaims.
They raise an eyebrow each at him.
"Want to try that again?" Aramis asks him already telling that his torso was wrapped.
D'Artagnan stays silent.
Aramis moves forward and touches his forehead and sighs as he can tell their young trouble maker had a fever.
"Care to explain the fever then?" Aramis asks him.
Athos and Porthos look at Aramis sharply before turning to look at their brother.
Athos takes D'Artagnan's face in his hands and stares at him, his eyes searching his protegee's face that has several scratches on it but nothing seriously.
"D'Artagnan tell us", Athos orders holding D'Artagnan's chin gently so they were looking eye to eye.
D'Artagnan grumbles, "Three broken ribs and an infected cut on my side. Concussion. And a cut on my already injured hip"
Athos looks at him for a minute until he was satisfied that D'Artagnan had told them the truth. When he had let him go, he was growling and cursing at whoever was responsible for this and looking absolutely murderess.
Aramis and Porthos weren't much better.
"I am going to kill whoever did this", Porthos growls.
"So will I. But first let me take a look at you Brother", Aramis says with a sigh trying to calm himself down with the knowledge that their brother was sitting up talking to them.
Aramis gentle unwraps his torso and he hisses at the bruises there and the angry red cut on his side. Athos and Porthos start up the cursing and threats again.
"I'll get you a pain draught and a salve for that cut that should help with the infection", Aramis tells him.
"Thanks 'Mis", D'Artagnan mutters.
"Ah ha", Aramis replies moving away to get everything he needed.
"What exactly happened Brother?" Athos asks him, "And don't try to hide anything either"
"Who did this too you?" Porthos asks him.
"Are you going to promise not to kill the people who did this?" D'Artagnan asks them, "As I don't want to see you three hanged"
"People? More then one?" Athos asks him his eyes narrowing suspiciously ignoring the last part of what the Gascon said.
"Yes. Are you going to promise?" D'Artagnan asks.
"Not a chance", the Three tell him.
Treville has to smirk at D'Artagnan's put out expression.
"Who?" Athos asks him firmly squeezing his hand.
"Red Guards", D'Artagnan mutters quietly and hisses as Aramis starts clearing his wound.
"What?" Porthos asks his eyes narrowing.
"Red Guards did this. They had been watching me for a while. Since I was injured, they decided I would be the one they messed with. So, on my way back to the Garrison from the market…I was trying to stretch my leg. The Red Guards attacked. I got a few good shots in not before they did this", D'Artagnan tells them honestly gesturing to his ribs and the cuts.
The Three Inseparables growl angrily.
"I am going to kill them", Athos snarls.
"Those cowardly bastards", Porthos snarls.
Aramis was busy cursing in Spanish while looking and tending D'Artagnan's wounds. D'Artagnan hisses at what Aramis was doing to the two cuts. He knew they needed to be tended to more as they were both already infected. But it still hurt like a bitch.
Hearing their Brothers hisses and flinches of pain snapped the Three Brothers out of their anger. Athos sat down on one side and Porthos on the other and take his hands.
"Squeeze our hands Brother and let Aramis do his job", Athos tells him softly.
He nods and does it as he closes his eyes.
"Deep breathes and then I'll start wrapping your ribs again", Aramis tells him softly.
He tries not to jump as Aramis starts to strap his ribs. But Athos and Porthos keep a firm grip on his hands. Not to hard or too soft.
They whispered encouraging words to him.
Acting like the perfect brothers.
It warmed Treville's heart to see them like this with their youngest. D'Artagnan had changed the Inseparables for the better. They had all been in their dark places before D'Artagnan. But now the young Gascon was bringing them into the light.
Treville didn't know if he should dread or look forward to whatever punishment these Three Brothers dishes out on the unsuspecting Red Guards.
Once Aramis was done D'Artagnan was exhausted. He and the others encouraged D'Artagnan to drink a pain draught before tucked him in.
Not before Athos sneakily got some more details out of a drugged and tired Gascon.
Treville had to admire the cleverness at what Athos just did.
The Three Inseparables share a knowing smirk and they sit back in their chairs looking calm.
"I think I have paperwork to catch up on. I believe you have everything settled here?" Treville asks knowing he didn't want to know what these Three would undoubtable be planning to do tonight.
"We have everything under control", Athos confirms his face impassive.
"And that you won't be leaving his bedside?" Treville asks trying to keep his face impassive.
"That would be correct", Aramis replies nonchalantly.
"And there wouldn't be any reason for me to keep a guard on the Garrison gate all night?" he asks them with a straight face.
"None what-so-ever", Porthos replies looking innocently.
"And if I so happen to be called to the palace tomorrow there wouldn't be anything for me to know?" Treville asks them.
"Nothing at all", Athos replies calmly.
"Ah ah. Lets just go with that story, shall we?" Treville asks them rhetorically.
The Three Inseparables just look at him blankly.
Treville sighs resigning himself for what Rochefort was likely going to be complaining about to the King tomorrow.
Looks like the Inseparables would need an alibi. Luckily nearly everyone in the Garrison liked the Gascon and finding people to be their alibis would be a piece of cake.
So, with that thought Treville turns to leave believing that his best men would take care of everything so Rochefort couldn't prove it was them without incriminating his own men…
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"Is it time?" Porthos whispers to the other two in the dark as they watched the tavern.
And three Red Guards come up and they did seem to be limping a bit. Seems their Gascon did get a few lucky hits in.
Athos and Aramis smirk at him.
"I believe it is Porthos", Athos confirms to him.
Porthos cracks his knuckles with a dark chuckles.
"I am going to enjoy this"
Aramis pulls out his pistol smirking, "Aren't we all"
Athos's sword was out, "Shall we brothers give them a lesson they won't likely forget?"
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Thanks to the stronger pain draught that Aramis had sneakily gave D'Artagnan he had been out like a light all night. Giving them a chance to sneak back in like nothing had happened.
The only tell that they had been up to something the night before. Was the fact Athos was cleaning his sword looking pleased with himself. Aramis was clearing his pistols whistling a tune. Porthos was unusual chipper and looked all too pleased with himself.
D'Artagnan just looked at them suspiciously.
"Do I want to know?" he asks them.
They all give him 'innocent' smiles.
D'Artagnan sighs dramatically, "What would I do without my Three CRAZY Overprotective Brothers?"
"Get yourself killed is what", Athos says deadpanned.
"Are we really that bad Little Brother?" Aramis asks his eyes sparkling with mirth.
"Afterall the number of incidence that recure to you have gone down dramatically since your second week here", Porthos replies smirking triumphally.
"And I wonder why that is?" D'Artagnan asks rhetorically and sarcastically.
His Overprotective Brothers just smirk at him and change the subject…
What would he REALLY do without them?
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That morning Treville observed the absolutely loathing look Rochefort was giving him. If looks could kill...But he didn't seem to be willing to bring anything up to the King. It seems the Inseparables had somehow gotten their point across in such away that it had trapped Rochefort from making a complaint.
"Everything alright Rochefort?" Treville asks mildly and with hidden amusement, "Did anything happen?"
"Nothing at all", Rochefort grinds out through clenched teeth.
Score for the Inseparables…again…
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