Authors note: I have decided to jump on the 'missing scenes' band wagon. They are always great to read and have been a firm favourite of mine since I started reading fan fiction.

I will update occasionally and in no particular order.

Missing scene from series one, episode one: Friends and Enemies

Monsieur D'Artagnan

As Porthos finished covering the imposters grave Aramis straightened up. He stretched out the kinks in his back, turning away from the shallow grave that had become the unknown man's last resting place.

D'Artagnan had wandered a few yards away, his back to them. Aramis could see a slight slump in the young man's shoulders. The man, who seemed to be fuelled by anger, initially directed at Athos, but now at the real villains, was oddly quiet and still. Aramis walked up to him, being careful to make enough noise so that the young man would know he was there. Aramis stopped beside d'Artagnan; he was a little surprised to find the man looking upset.

'Sorry,' said d'Artagnan, trying to hide the emotion in his voice.

Aramis looked at him, expecting him to continue. D'Artagnan sniffed and wiped his eyes with his gloved hand.

'I... er... I buried my father over there,' he said pointing towards a small clump of trees.

Aramis could make out the freshly dug earth. He shook his head; he had forgotten the young man was grieving. He glanced back at Porthos who was brushing dirt from his breeches as he watched the exchange. The Musketeer nodded.

'We've got time,' said Porthos.

D'Artagnan looked at them both.

Aramis smiled, 'you are helping us. The least we can do is give you a few minutes to pay your respects to your father.'

D'Artagnan nodded, blinking a couple of times. He slowly worked across the muddy ground, still wet from the hard rain they had experienced. Aramis followed him, pulling his crucifix loose as he went. The young man stopped at the side of the grave. A crudely made cross of wood marking the last resting place of Monsieur D'Artagnan. Aramis waited for the young man to glance at him and notice his cross. D'Artagnan nodded. Aramis rested his hand on d'Artagnan's shoulder, offering what comfort he could as he quietly prayed. Porthos was on d'Artagnan's other side, hat clutched loosely in his hand, head bowed. When Aramis finished his prayer, he crossed himself, d'Artagnan repeated the move.

'Thank you,' he said after a few seconds of silence as Aramis squeezed his shoulder.

'When this is over, we can return, I'm sure a local priest will do what he can- '

'No,' interrupted the young man, 'I think your prayer is enough. And avenging his death. And freeing Athos. That is what my father would want. Some justice for himself and all the others that have been hurt.'

Aramis nodded his understanding. Porthos stepped forward, putting his hat on as he spoke.

'Let's get back then,' he said. 'Let's get this sorted.'

The End.