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Also, when I come up with a story idea, I can't stop myself from writing it down and posting it. I literally can't sleep to I have written it down. So that is why there are so many stories.


At the moment I am having problems with my brain chemistry and it is hard to write for my older stories even through I know where they are going. So please, please hang on in there. I haven't abandoned ANY of my stories. But with my brain chemistry problem and my Mum's deteriorating health everything has been crazy.


Happy 31st Birthday too me! Also, Happy 57th Birthday to my Dad!

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Introduction

Eight Years after the end of Season 3. The Inseparables had gone their separate ways. But D'Artagnan remained in Paris and became the youngest Captain of the Musketeers ever. He and Minister Treville work closely together to protect Paris and keep things running. But when the other Inseparables come back with their families declaring that they and D'Artagnan and his family are all in terrible danger and they would need to work together to protect each other. But something is different about D'Artagnan. What is it? And where is Constance?...


Chapter 1: Eight Years Later


D'Artagnan sighs as he looks out over Paris from his seat in Minister Treville's office at the Palace. It had been eight years since the Inseparables had gone their separate ways. And he was left as Captain of the Musketeers. The youngest ever. But he admits he would be a Musketeer till the day he died. This was not a life he would be giving up in a hurry. As it was the only thing keeping him going. Just so much loss had happened in the last eight years. Nearly too much for him to bare. His job was the only thing he lived for now. His job protecting the King, Regent and Paris. That was what he lived for. That was what he still was breathing for.

He hadn't heard from his Brothers, if you could call them that, since they left. But unknown to them D'Artagnan had people look them up from time to time and he found himself jealous of Athos and Porthos happy families. Aramis had retired to a Monastery after he couldn't get a place at the Queen Regents side.

He found himself a bit resentful of his friends. He didn't even know what to call them anymore. They used to be as close as brothers. They used to say they were Brothers in all but blood. But look where that saying was now. No contact in eight years, even through he had made attempts to do so but with no response. Till he decided that writing those letters was a waste of time and stopped sending them.

He had lost everyone that he held dear but the man he looked up to like a Father.

Treville.

"What are you thinking about son?" Treville asks him as he pours them some wine.

He hands the man he calls a son a glass.

"Just how much life and God hates me", D'Artagnan states bitterly.

Treville gives him a sympatric look.

"I don't believe life and God hates you", he replies.

"Look what I have compared to 8 years ago! I lost everyone I cared about in those 8 years. I don't have much left to lose. You know I only live for my job now and those young men under my command", D'Artagnan states staring out blankly at the streets.

"You never know what is around the corner D'Artagnan. They could still come back", Treville tells him.

D'Artagnan snorts, "What makes you think I want them back?"

"You know you do. Deep down you're hoping they come back and save you from yourself. Like you saved them", Treville tells him.

"I don't need saving", D'Artagnan snaps.

"Well, you HAVE been attacked twice in the last three weeks and you haven't had much good in the last 8 years and it has wore you down. You might not want to admit it. But you DO need saving", Treville tells him.

He knew D'Artagnan missed his brothers and he knew deep down the young Captain wanted his Brothers back. But he also knew that if they ever did come back, it would be an up-road battle for them to regain their relationship they had with the Gascon.

"I don't want them anywhere near me", D'Artagnan growls, "I don't need them and I don't want to be anywhere near them. They abandoned me Treville! And I don't think I can forgive them for how they abandoned me to my pain and misery. I was there for them and they couldn't even return the favour!"

Treville nods deciding to let the matter drop. This was a conversation they had, had many times and if he had to admit he was disappointed with what the three former musketeers did to their so-called youngest brother and to tell you the truth he didn't know if he wanted them anywhere near D'Artagnan. As it would probably makes things worse for D'Artagnan's mind.

Treville couldn't be prouder of how D'Artagnan turned out. He knew it had something to do with his Brothers training him. Not that you would get D'Artagnan to admit that. D'Artagnan was a great Captain and those in the Garrison were loyal to him to a fault. As he treated them fairly and with now difference in treating those of noble birth from those that are not. Those that were from noble birth soon learned D'Artagnan wouldn't show them any favouritism and they wouldn't be getting any perks that others wouldn't get.

Treville was pleased with how D'Artagnan stuck to his policy and how well it started to be accepted as time went on. Now as far as Treville knew there wasn't any complaints.

Treville was happy with all the changes D'Artagnan had made to the Musketeers and they were all for the better. He had even managed to propose changes to the Garrison to Queen Regent Anne and had been granted funds to help restore the Garrison to its former glory and much more. The Queen was so impressed with D'Artagnan's work that there was talk of maybe one day D'Artagnan being Minister. But Treville couldn't see D'Artagnan ever accepting that position. He was born to fight. And Treville knew it. Even through the thought of D'Artagnan fighting sent shivers down his spine as he knew what his son longed for.

It was part of the reason he hoped and prayed to God that he would send Athos, Porthos and Aramis back to D'Artagnan one day. He needed them to save the Lad from himself.
"D'Artagnan, Constance wouldn't want this…", Treville starts.

"I need to get going", D'Artagnan says abruptly swallowing all his wine before putting his glass done.

Treville sighs this is how this always went when someone mentioned her name. Soon people learned not to say it.
"Be careful D'Artagnan those people that attacked you are still out there. Have your men made any headway with that yet?" Treville asks him.

"Not yet. But if I do get attacked again, they will meet my sword. Like every other. I am not called the best swordsman in the Regiment for nothing", D'Artagnan tells him.

Everyone did call him that. They even called him better then the 'famous' Athos. Not that D'Artagnan was willing or wanting to test that theory.

"I will see you soon", Treville states.

D'Artagnan grunts and leaves quickly.

Treville sighs what was he going to do? D'Artagnan was the best of everyone. If anything happened to him Treville didn't know what would happen.

Besides the Garrison with the Musketeers, D'Artagnan was respected by nearly everyone in Paris and the Court. He like Treville held the Queens and the Young Kings ear. His words, wisdom and strategic plans were heeded and nearly always accepted. His plans and wisdom had won them many battles and up risings and saw the end of many plots before they even got up from the ground and stopped a couple of assassins on the Royals.

So, if something happened to D'Artagnan he didn't know what could happen and what chaos would erupt from it…


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