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D'Artagnan stood in front of his grave looking down at the white marble slab that held his name. It was so surreal to be standing there. It was a dark, warm night. The sky was cloudy covering the stars and the moon.
It's been two weeks since his return and things were starting to get back to normal. He was back on duty with his men but he was getting treated differently. No one challenged him and he was given easy jobs. It was frustrating for the young Gascon.
At home it was the same. Athos, Aramis and Porthos were doing everything and pampering D'Artagnan. He understood their behavior at first but he wanted to be treated normal. He waited until they fell asleep and he snuck out.
Sighing he laid beside his grave and looked up at the sky. Tomorrow they were digging up his grave and getting his things that they buried back but tonight he wanted to see it alone. He closed his eyes and fell asleep while thinking about how much this experience has changed his life.
A few hours later Captain Trèville was walking to the garrison when he noticed a body laying on the ground. Rushing over to it his heart stopped when he saw it was D'Artagnan. He relaxed slightly when he realized he was breathing.
"D'Artagnan" Trèville shook him lightly.
"Hmmm" D'Artagnan opened his eyes and saw the concern on the older mans face. "I must have fallen asleep"
"What are you doing out here?" Trèville sat down next to D'Artagnan.
Trèville looked behind D'Artagnan at his grave and frowned. D'Artagnan sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
"I needed to get away for a little bit and I wanted to see it by myself before we dug it up" D'Artagnan explained.
"Why?" Trèville asked studying the younger mans face.
"It's just that everyone is treating me like I'm fragile and I'm not. I want to be treated like I was before this happened. I understand that it hurt them, I do, but I want everything to be normal again" D'Artagnan pulled a few pieces of grass up and was playing with them.
Trèville nodded and was thinking about how different D'Artagnan was being treated. He knew he was treating the young Gascon differently than before.
"I'm sorry. We just want to keep you safe. You know how bad it was when we thought you died" The Captain apologized.
"I do know and that's why I haven't said anything about it yet" he put his head in his hands.
"I'll put you back on regular duty tomorrow" Trèville said.
"Thank you. I should get home" D'Artagnan stood up.
They shook hands and went their separate ways. D'Artagnan smiled feeling better after the talk he had with Trèville. Now all he had to do was talk to his men about this. He hoped it would go over well but he knew that they would fight it. They were lucky he loved them.
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D'Artagnan gently climbed back in bed and settled down. He started to close his eyes when Athos spoke.
"Where were you?" Athos asked softly so they wouldn't wake the others.
"I went for a walk" D'Artagnan replied.
Athos turned towards him and gently kissed his nose.
"You should have woken one of us up to go with you" Athos told him
Rolling his eyes D'Artagnan turned the other way facing away from Athos. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself before speaking again.
"I'm an adult" D'Artagnan stated.
Athos tried to put his arm around D'Artagnan but he was stopped.
"Is something wrong?" Athos asked
"YES!" Shouted D'Artagnan jumping out of bed
Aramis and Porthos woke up and sat up in bed. They could feel the tension in the room but remained silent.
"I'm so tired of being treated like I'm a child by the three of you!" His eyes filled with tears "I'm going to sleep in my room for awhile"
D'Artagnan didn't wait for a reply. He turned around and walked out slamming the door behind him leaving three shocked and confused musketeers in bed.