Round 3

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Re: Gen- d'Artagnan gets the absolute hell beaten out of him (Extreme violence) P5

[(Anonymous)]

D’Artagnan groaned as he came back to consciousness. Everywhere hurt and it was taking him all of his energy just to stay awake but he was determined not to go back to sleep. He had been out for far too long and now all he wanted to do was stay awake and talk to his brothers about what had happened over the last week. He was sick of being out of commission.

Speaking of brothers, he thought, where were they? He tried to sit up but a sharp pain in his side stopped him. He looked around in the dim candle light but it was obvious that he was alone in the room. He began to panic. He didn’t want to be alone. He was alone when he had been attacked. His attackers could come back and there’d be no-one there to help him. His breath started coming in short bursts as he felt the panic attack take hold.

The air between the Musketeers had remained tense the entire walk home. Athos was pointedly ignoring Aramis and Porthos was stuck in the middle wondering what else was going on. He could tell that there was something deeper to their argument but he did not know what so they walked back in a stony silence.

As Athos opened the door all thoughts of Aramis disappeared when he saw d’Artagnan lying on the bed unable to breathe. All three men rushed over to his side.

“D’Artagnan, are you all right?” Athos asked but d’Artagnan couldn’t answer him. “It’s all right,” he said as he help his friend sit up slightly and held him as Aramis checked him over.

“D’Artagnan, look at me, you need to breathe.”

“Ca… ca… can’t,” he gasped.

“Yes you can, now listen to me.”

With Aramis’ help d’Artagnan managed to slow his breathing and eventually he managed to calm down. Athos held him up the entire time and he eventually felt the younger man begin to fall asleep in his arms. Once he was sure that d’Artagnan wouldn’t wake up he gently rested him back down onto the pillow and turned to Aramis.

“This isn’t over,” he told Aramis in a low voice. “You have to tell him what you did. He has to know the truth and that it was not even his fault in the first place.”

“When he is feeling better.”

“When he wakes up.”

“He is very gravely injured, telling him now might make things worse.”

“He needs to know.”

“Look, Athos,” Porthos interjected, “I know you’re mad right now but don’tcha think Aramis is right? It could do more harm than good to d’Artagnan tellin’ ‘im when he’s this sick.”

“All right,” Athos sighed in agreement. “But he has to know.”

“And I will tell him when the time is right. I promise.”

Athos ran his hand through his hair. He was extremely angry with Aramis. He could usually forgive his friend anything, in fact he had in regards to Aramis’ liaison with the Queen, but Aramis’ indiscretion had led to d’Artagnan being hurt badly. This was going to take a while for Athos to forgive his friend.

“Stay away from him until you are ready to speak with him,” Athos told Aramis coldly. “You can tend to his injury but otherwise stay away.”

“As you wish,” Aramis replied dejectedly. “I will find somewhere else to stay until d’Artagnan is ready to move,” he said as he headed to the door. He exited and Porthos followed.

“I’ll keep ‘im right,” he said and Athos nodded.

“Thank you,” he replied, grateful that Porthos was there to keep the peace. He was angry with Aramis but he did not want any harm to come to his friend. At least with Pothos with him he would have some sort of protection should things turn bad.

Athos felt guilty for how he was treating his brother but he felt that there was no other way to show how much he disapproved of what Aramis had done. He felt that Aramis had to know that there would be consequences to his actions. He just hoped that d’Artagnan wold be able to forgive Aramis for his indiscretion.

He sat next to the bed for hours without moving until d’Artagnan stirred again. He leaned over and touched the younger man’s hand, squeezing it gently as he woke up.

“’Thos,” d’Artagnan gave him a weak smile. “You were gone. I was alone and scared,” his voice was quiet, Athos could barely make out the words. He returned the smile.

“We had some business to attend to but don’t worry, we won’t leave you again.”

“Thought they would come back. Don’t want to hurt anymore.”

“They won’t be coming back. We made sure that they wouldn’t hurt you again. They know they attacked the wrong man, it was all a big mistake. You are not to blame for any of this.”

“Why did they do this?” D’Artagnan asked, his voice shaking slightly as his eyes filled with tears.

“They mistook you for another man. He had relations with the leader’s wife and they decided that the best way to get revenge was to beat the man responsible. They knew he was a Musketeer and when they saw you they assumed it was you.”

“Who was it?”

“It doesn’t matter right now.”

“I want to know.”

“And you will in time but you need to rest now. You need to regain your strength before you do anything,” Athos felt even worse lying to d’Artagnan but he had promised Aramis that they would wait until the younger man was stronger before they told him the truth.

“Where’s ‘Mis and Porthos?” D’Artagnan dropped the subject, much to Athos’ relief and asked where his other friends were.

“They are getting some rest,” Athos lied. He didn’t know where they had gone once he had sent Aramis away. “You’ve kept us all up a lot recently.”

“Sorry ‘bout that.”

“Don’t be, mon frère, we would go to the ends of the earth to make sure you get better it is no hardship.”

“Will you stay? All of you?”

“We will stay until you no longer need us.”

“Then never leave.”

Re: Gen- d'Artagnan gets the absolute hell beaten out of him (Extreme violence) P6

[(Anonymous)]

D’Artagnan wondered where Aramis was. Every time he woke he found Athos or Porthos sat by his bed looking after him and making sure he ate but Aramis was nowhere to be seen. The others made excuses as to why he wasn’t there but now d’Artagnan was beginning to worry. He wanted to see him.

“Athos,” he said one morning a few days after he had woken. He was feeling so much stronger and now his injuries felt more like an inconvenience rather than anything life threatening.

“Where is Aramis?”

“He’s busy.”

“I want to see him. I haven’t seen him since I woke up and I miss him.”

Athos hesitated. He had told Aramis to stay away until d’Artagnan was strong enough to be told the truth about his injuries and he wasn’t sure that the younger man was strong enough. “I can ask him to drop by.”

“These are his rooms, he must have to come back at some point.”

“You know Aramis, he can always find a bed for the night.”

“I want to see him. You and Porthos have been great but he should be checking me over, he’s better at treating wounds than you.”

“All right, I will go and find him once Porthos arrives. I don’t want to leave you by yourself.”

“Thank you Athos,” d’Artagnan smiled.

-x-

Aramis felt nervous. From the moment Athos had sought him out and curtly told him that d’Artagnan was ready to see him he had felt his stomach turn over and over. He knew this was going to be painful for both of them and he had been dreading the moment his friend would find out that he was beaten because of something Aramis had done. How was d’Artagnan going to take it? Would he be angry, would he understand or would he cut Aramis off completely? It was bad enough that Athos was barely talking to him he didn’t know if he could take d’Artagnan’s silence as well.

“It’ll be fine,” Porthos reassured him as he entered the room.

“He’ll understand.”

“Thank you,” Aramis smiled at his friend and watched him leave. He then took the seat next to the bed. “You wanted to see me.”

“I haven’t seen you in days, I was worried,” d’Artagnan replied.

“I’ve been fine.”

“You’ve been avoiding me,” d’Artagnan cut to the chase. “Why?”
Aramis sighed. It was now or never. He had to tell him. “It is my fault that you were beaten.”

“What?” D’Artagnan replied in disbelief. “How is your fault?”

“The men who beat you did so because one of them saw his wife with a Musketeer. I was that Musketeer. I slept with his wife and he went out to attack me but I think he mistook us and he attacked you instead.”

D’Artagnan stared at Aramis like he had just shot him in the heart. “I can’t believe it. They were trying to hurt you?”

“I am so sorry,” Aramis apologised. “I never meant for this to happen.”

“I don’t know what to say. They nearly killed me. I thought I was going to die and it was because of something you did,” d’Artagnan was struggling to get his head around what Aramis had just told him. “Do Athos and Porthos know?”

Aramis nodded, “Athos told me to stay away until you were well enough to be told the truth. He doesn’t agree with my relations.”

“I think I have to agree with him on this one,” d’Artagnan replied on the verge of panicking. “I need time,” he said. “I need some space so that I can think about this. I don’t know what to do.”

“I understand,” Aramis said. “I will give you as much time as you need.”

“Can you get Athos or Porthos? I don’t think I should stay here anymore. I need to go back to my own room so I can think. I just need to think.”

“I will find someone to help you,” Aramis said sadly as he stood up. “I never meant for any of this to happen. I can only hope that you will be able to forgive me.”

D’Artagnan looked him in the eye. “I know you didn’t mean it and I will forgive you. You are one of my best friend, my brother, how could I not?” He gave his friend a shaky smile. “I just need a little bit of time to sort everything out in my head. Just give me a few days.”

“I will give you all the time you need.”

“Athos will forgive you too. He’s just mad because it was me that was hurt. He’s scared and a little bit too overprotective. You just need to give him time too.”

“I hope you’re right, Athos is terrifying when you get on the wrong side of him,” d’Artagnan laughed, already starting to feel a little better. “Just don’t tell him I said that.”

“I won’t,” d’Artagnan promised.

“Just let me know when you are all right with me being here and I’ll be straight over.”

“I will. Aramis,” d’Artagnan said as a parting to his friend.

“It will be all right, I swear.”

“Shouldn’t it be me that is saying that?”

“I’m not the one who needs it right now, you need those words more than I do.”

“Thank you.”

“Thank you for telling me the truth.”

“I will be waiting for you.”

“Salut Aramis.”

Re: Gen- d'Artagnan gets the absolute hell beaten out of him (Extreme violence) P7 Final Part

[(Anonymous)]

Here's the end of the story.

“You have to forgive him,” d’Artagnan said to Athos as he struggled up from the bed. Athos and Porthos had helped him move back to his own room three days prior and now he was thoroughly fed up with being confined. He was getting up and nothing could stop him.

Except possibly his still aching ribs. He sighed as he collapsed back onto the bed.

“Is that so?” Athos said as he watched the younger man cautiously, ready to intervene if he felt d’Artagnan was pushing himself too hard.

“Yes. I already have and I don’t want to have to choose between the two of you. It was me that was hurt and I bear him no ill will so you can forgive him too.”

“It’s more complicated than that.”

“No, it isn’t. I know you’re very overprotective of me but you don’t need to be angry at Aramis anymore. He made a mistake and he’s paid for it.”

“He’s always making mistakes and he keeps on doing it. This time you paid the price for those mistakes but some of them have an even higher price.”

“It doesn’t matter. He’s our brother and we can forgive him anything.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Completely. It doesn’t matter what he’s done I will forgive him and so will you.”

Athos sighed. “You’re right,” he said eventually. “I won’t stay angry with him but it doesn’t mean that I am going to approve of how he chooses to conduct his affairs. Especially when people close get hurt.”

“Great,” d’Artagnan grinned. “Now, help me up and we’ll go and forgive our friend.”

“Are you sure? You are still unwell.”

“I’m fine as long as you help. I need to get out of here, I’m going mad lying here all day. Now, get over here and lend me your arm.”

-x-

Aramis had been in a lousy mood ever since d’Artagnan had left his rooms. He couldn’t concentrate and he even began to wonder if Athos’ determination to drink away his problems was a sensible plan. Only Porthos had kept him from going on a bender.

“They’ll come round an’ see yeh soon enough,” he reassured.
“They’re not mad at you really.”

“Feels that way.”

“D’Artagnan already said he was goin’ to forgive yeh and Athos will too once he realises that d’Artagnan is gettin’ better.”

“He’s really angry with me and he has a good right to be. I nearly got d’Artagnan killed.”

“But he’s goin’ to be fine.”

“I don’t deserve his forgiveness.”

“Well yeh have it an’ ‘e’s not goin’ to withdraw it so you’d best accept it.”

They were interrupted by a knock on the door. A moment later d’Artagnan hobbled through followed by Athos, whose face was completely unreadable. Aramis felt his stomach lurch.

“How are yeh?” Porthos asked d’Artagnan as he helped him sit down.

“I’m getting better,” the younger man replied. “I’ll be completely back on my feet in no time.”

“That’s great. I expect to see you back in trainin’ soon then.”

“As soon as Athos lets me.” Porthos laughed.

“He’s like your mum.”

“Worse than my mum,” d’Artagnan grinned. “I never thought anyone could look more disapproving at my bad choices than my mother but he manages it.”

“Better that then you hurting yourself more,” Athos replied coolly. “None of us want you laid up longer than necessary.”

“I know. I’m just bored. I don’t like being out of commission like this.”

Aramis felt another pang of guilt shoot through him. Despite Porthos and d’Artagnan telling him that they didn’t blame him it still hurt to know that he was the reason his friend had been injured.

“Athos,” d’Artagnan prompted, seeing the opportunity for him and Aramis to smooth things over. “You have something you want to say to Aramis.”

Athos sat down at the table opposite Aramis and took a breath. “I have been too harsh towards you these past few days and I wanted to apologise for treating you so harshly.”

“I deserved it,” Aramis replied.

“Nevertheless, you are my brother and I can forgive you for what happened. Despite what I said I don’t hate you for how you choose to live your life nor am I going to blame you.”

“You had every right to be angry with me.”

“I was being overprotective of our young friend. He’s a grown man and a Musketeer, he doesn’t need me to be so worried about him.”

“I don’t mind your worry,” d’Artagnan interjected. “So long as it doesn’t interfere with our friendships. You all mean more to me than you can ever know. I don’t like to see anyone fighting.”

“And you mean the world to us,” Aramis told d’Artagnan. “You are our little brother and we would never forgive ourselves if anything happened to you. I will never let this happen again, I promise.”

“Then that’s settled,” Porthos grinned, slapping Aramis on the shoulder. “Now who’s for a drink?”

“I don’t know if I’m quite up to going to a tavern just yet,” d’Artagnan replied. “I don’t really like the crowds.”

“Then we’ll bring the drink here. Just us four.”

“I’d like that.”

“Then it’s settled. Aramis and me’ll go an’ get the wine.”

“Thank you,” d’Artagnan smiled as they headed out. “You really are the best of friends.”

“Of course we are,” Porthos laughed. “How could you ever doubt it?”

They left d’Artagnan and Athos sitting at the table. “Thank you as well for forgiving Aramis for me.”

“You were right,” Athos replied. “I was more angry at the whole situation than I was with him. It would be wrong to end an entire friendship over something so trivial.”

D’Artagnan smiled. He was right, they really were the best friends a man could wish for. They loved him, protected him, cared for him and had his back completely. They had defended his honour over something that he hadn’t even done and confronted the man who had hurt him, how many people could say they had friends like that?

There was still one thing that weighed heavily on his mind. Although Athos, Aramis and Porthos had sought out his attacker, he needed to confront him. He needed to face him. Until he did he would not feel completely safe.

-x-

D’Artagnan grew stronger with every passing day but he still felt afraid. Despite the numerous assurances from his friends that he was not going to be attacked again he still felt scared. He jumped at every little noise, wondered who was lurking in every shadow and he was sick and tired of it. He needed closure.

It had taken some convincing but he eventually managed to pry this information he needed from his friends so once he felt strong enough he ventured out of his rooms and headed across Paris.

Monsieur Charpentier, d’Artagnan decided, was a very small and weak man. He watched him from across the street from his home and he wondered how a man like him could ever have overpowered him. Had it not been for Monsieur Charpentier’s friend’s d’Artagnan would have been able to fight him off with ease. It made d’Artagnan feel sick to think that such a powerless man held such power over him.

D’Artagnan entered the house as silently as he could, taking a small bit of satisfaction at the fright Monsieur Charpentier received when he realised that he was there.

“Who are you?” He asked, the fear evident in his voice.

“Don’t you know? I would have thought you would be able to recognise the man you beat, it’s not something that leaves your mind quickly.”

“Mon Dieu,” he gasped. “I am sorry. It was not you, I should never have hurt you.”

“It’s a little bit late for that, isn’t it? Over a month has passed and you are only now just apologising and only when I find you, how is that right?”

“Please forgive me.”

D’Artagnan sighed. He wanted to tell the small man where to go but he knew that he needed to do this in order to be able to move on. He couldn’t hate him forever.

“I forgive you,” he said. “I probably shouldn’t. By rights I should hate you but I don’t want to. I don’t want to think about you ever again after this meeting has ended and I can’t do that unless I forgive you.”

“Thank you,” he sighed. “Thank you for forgiving me. I can sleep easier now.”

“This isn’t about you. I don’t care if you never sleep again. This is about me and I cannot stop being afraid until I no longer think of you. Besides,” he stopped speaking and punched Monsieur Charpentier hard in the face. “I forgive you but that doesn’t mean I don’t want payback for what you did. Now we are even. If I ever see you again I will kill you.”

And then he left, lighter in spirit than he had been. The weak man had no hold over him anymore, d’Artagnan no longer felt afraid.

He was no longer frozen. He was free.

Re: Gen- d'Artagnan gets the absolute hell beaten out of him (Extreme violence) P7 Final Part

[(Anonymous)]

This was great! Is it listed on the official fill? I just happened by it-- so glad I did