Here is the new chapter. I have to apologize for the giant "goof" I made in the previous chapter. Jean had wounded Athos with his sword while they were fighting, but in the last chapter I had him with a bullet wound! I can only say for my defense that last week was very traumatic for me from more than one direction, and things were just tearing at my heart overwhelmingly. I will just leave it being a gunshot wound from one of Jean's men from behind, and promise not to do something so goofy again!

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"Aramis! Aramis!" the voice urged him. "Can you wake up for us?"

He knew that voice. It was Porthos. But Aramis tried to roll over and go back to sleep, exhaustion still claiming his body and mind yet. But Porthos was persistent.

"You going to check on Athos and Angelique before we leave for Paris, or did you want me to play medic?"

That woke him right up. Shaking the cobwebs out of his head, he slowly sat up, immediately locating Angelique and Athos, who had been laid side by side, covered by a mound of blankets each.

Getting up and moving over to them, his mind gradually coming fully awake, he checked both of them over, and was satisfied that neither had any signs of infection that could hinder their recoveries. Heaving a relieved sigh, he then felt a hand on his shoulder.

Turning, he found Treville to his left, a questioning look in his eyes.

"They will both be fine, Captain," Aramis answered Treville's unspoken query.

"Can they be moved yet? We need to get back to Paris," Treville said.

"I think so. As long as we don't push the pace too much, we should be able to leave. Porthos can take Athos, and Angelique can ride with me," looking at Treville as if he thought he might object.

"You seem to be doing all right, just very tired yet, so that should work out. We leave in one hour," Treville answered. Squeezing the hand he still had placed on Aramis' shoulder, he softly said, "I am very pleased that you have come through in one piece from all that Jean put you through," then rose, and gave orders to break up camp and ready the horses.

D'Artagnan came over to Aramis, squatted down and looking him in the eye, asked, "Are you sure you are feeling well, Aramis? I can take Angelique up before me in the saddle."

Aramis shook his head, saying, "I am just very tired, but I would be tired no matter if I was riding or not, and having Angelique riding with me does not pose any extra imposition for me."

As d'Artagnan rose to leave, Aramis said, "But thank you for your offer," with a smile for his brother.

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Riding at a somewhat unusually slow pace for them, the Musketeers were finally entering the garrison gates. Aramis would never admit it to the others, but he was almost dreaming of his bed.

Smiling down at the sleeping blond head in front of him, he thanked God again that she had survived. He knew he already loved his "little" sister, and wanted to get to know her much better. He had already decided to ask Constance if she and d'Artagnan could keep an eye on her if she stayed there again.

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The following few days found Athos and Angelique steadily returning to health, Athos in the infirmary, where he insisted he didn't need to be, and Angelique back in the room at the Bonacieux house, with d'Artagnan and Constance taking care of her. Aramis seemed full of energy, too, finally getting more than enough sleep. He insisted on being the one to take care of Athos and the others just gave in, knowing how persistent he could be with his medic duties. They also knew he would worry himself into lack of sleep again if he wasn't allowed to take care of him.

Sitting at Athos' side, Aramis tsk-tsked when Athos again complained that he didn't need to be in the infirmary, insisting on going back to his own room. "You are as bad as I am when you aren't well, my friend. Give it another day,and then you can return to your room."

Athos rolled his eyes and the eyebrow lifted at Aramis' words, but he didn't complain, knowing full well that Aramis could easily add another day or two to his "incarceration".

Once they were all up on their feet again, Aramis couldn't contain his joy. Angelique had come to join them sitting in the sun. Sitting at 'their' table in the compound, he had an idea.

"Why don't we all take a walk to Madame Certeau's establishment for some sweets?" he asked them.

No one could think of a good reason not to go, so off they went, exhuberant with the return of their health and with the beautiful day of sunshine.

They could smell the mouth-watering aromas before they even reached their destination. Madame Certeau greeted them at the door.

"What can I get for you gentlemen," then noticing Angelique, said, "and Mademoiselle?"

Entering the shop, the sights that greeted their eyes matched the aromas surrounding them. Sighing, they began to deliberate on which sweet they each wanted.

Madame Certeau was curious about Angelique. The Musketeers had been in her establishment many times, but never with the lovely young woman who accompanied them this time.

While The Musketeers decided on their selections, Madame Certeau talked with Angelique about her business.

"It's a very hard time. I have so many orders, and many people, like yourselves, walk in to buy. The girl who was my assistant just got married, and now I have all the business to attend to by myself."

Angelique said, "I used to love to make sweets for my papa. He always told me my food was the best he had ever tasted, even the food he had on his business trips to Paris."

Madame Certeau's eyes lit up at this. "Would you be interested in working for me, Angelique? I really could use your help,and I would pay a good wage, too. You could live in the spare room above the shop. I have several rooms up there. What do you say?"

Aramis had come in on the tail end of the conversation, and was elated that Angelique had been offered both a job and a place to live. He hadn't wanted her to go back to the farm alone. That was no life for a woman, and it wouldn't have been safe enough either,especially considering how pretty she was. There were too many unsavory characters who could come passing through on the road at the edge of the farm. So he listened to see what Angelique would say.

Angelique was enthusiastic in agreeing. She was so excited at this unexpected offer. She knew she couldn't impose on the Bonacieux's forever. She also wanted to be close to, and get to know better, her new brother. This was the perfect opportunity.

His brothers, when Aramis let them know what had transpired, were very happy that things had worked out as they had. To celebrate, they bought quite a selection of pastries to bring back to the garrison with them.

Aramis told Angelique she could stay and help,and he and d'Artagnan would go and bring back her belongings, scant as they were, from the Bonacieux's as soon as they got back to the garrison and unloaded their sweets.

Leaving the shop, Angelique gave each of the Musketeers a big hug, but reserved the biggest and longest for her brother. Things had worked out so well, and she and Aramis couldn't be happier.

Aramis whistled all the way back to the garrison, and his brothers just smiled and were thankful that he had come through all he had and was back with them. Throwing their arms around each other's shoulders, and with light hearts, they came through the garrison gates, their home with smiles all the way around.

THE END

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Angelique may very well show up in one of my stories in the future. We will just have to wait and see. Thanks so much for reading my story, and for all your kind and helpful reviews.