Stories Master List (updated January 2012)


Figured it was about time to post one of these. In between CSI, Prison Break (both of which I now realize I never posted here but will post in the next couple of days) New York, House and Supernatural, this journal is already packing a pretty good number of stories. So, here they are, rounded up by fandom, from newest to oldest.
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One hundred and twenty

AN:This story was born out of a conversation late at night with jackfan2 and turned out to be, incidentally, my birthday gift to her, because she totally deserves it!

We see Aramis being taken prisoner the day before Constance is rescued and from there on, the only glimpses we have of him are a few times in his cell and at the trial. A journey to the border and back would've taken Athos and company at least four days and, when we next see Aramis at his trial, you can tell that some time has elapsed, because he looks dirtier and utterly exhausted. So, why not take a shot at guessing what happened in those five days uncounted for?

My deepest thank you go, once more, to the lovely and absolutely wonderful laurie_bug, who so kindly and patiently put up with me pestering her about beta-ing this story. Any remaining mistakes, as always, are of my own fault.

Also, I should mention that any character lines that you feel like you've heard before, it's because you actually have, because they are stole- borrowed from the show ;)

For jackfan2, a gift wrapped hurtAramis, complete with a little angst and comfort ;)





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Resurrection, part V

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René struggled to keep his eyes open. He suspected that the other man had asked for that particular ointment on purpose, knowing how hard it would be to fight the pull of sleep with its soothing smell in the air. However, the paste would indeed ease Porthos' pain, and René could not truly fault the man for his scheming.

It felt strange to have someone go to such lengths to ensure his well-being. It felt almost like warmth.

He had not felt such a sense of loyalty ever since he had lost twenty-one of his brothers in Savoy. Twenty he could still visit, buried behind the training fields. The other...

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Resurrection- Part IV

There you go, a slightly longer chapter today, because its Sunday ;) Once more, I can't thank enough to all of you reading this and taking the time to offer me your thoughts and opinions.

Tomorrow, the last part will be posted :))) I hope you guys continue to enjoy this story as much as I did in writing it!


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The telling resonance of a pistol going off brought Athos back to his senses, the smell of gunpowder lingering in the air as if it had never left since the explosion.

He was lying on the dusty floor, his face pressed against a pair of discarded braies, still wet from blood and urine. He wrinkled his nose at the offending smell even as his eyes worked to focus on what was going on. If his head had ached before, it was positively ferocious now, throbbing in misery with each beat of his heart.

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Resurrection- Part III

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Athos looked from where the door was supposed to be to the men following him. Besides the wounded man and the one he had coerced in to helping him, two more wounded had joined them. However, when he had set out to find the location of the garrison's medical quarters, he had not imagined that the place would be half-collapsed. They would have to find some other place to gather their wounded. "Anyone there?" he yelled, on the faint chance that there might be someone alive on the other side.

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Resurrection, part II



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Porthos opened the door and peeked inside. One of the beds further back was occupied by a man that he could vaguely remember punching earlier in the day. Cerveaux, the physician who worked at the garrison, was nowhere in sight. In his stead, Porthos could only see a boy, head of dark curls bent over a large book, reading by the window. He had no idea that the physician had taken an apprentice at the garrison.

"Umm," he cleared his throat, trying to get the boy's attention. The 'boy' startled, revealing a bearded face that belonged to a man who looked more to be close to Porthos' own age, instead of the youngster he had confused him for. It did not escape his attention the way the man's hand had flown to his waist, as if to grab a sword that wasn't there.

A physician with soldier instincts.

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Resurrection

So... I've kind of surrendered to jackfan2 and finally watched BBC's The Musketeers. The results, as you can see, were disastrous!

This story is my first try in this fandom, but then again, everyone knows these characters. For those who have the slightest clue of what the hell I'm talking about, in terms of the show, this is the story of how Aramis, Porthos and Athos, three very different and yet incrediably similar men, came to develop a friendship so deep in can only be called brotherhood. It's set a few months after Savoy, before the events of Season 1.

The lovely laurie_bug was kind enough to answer my call for beta-ing this story, and I couldn't be more grateful to her skills! Any remaining mistakes are my own fault, because I can't stop myself ;)

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