"Keep still......." Aramis scolded, as he had cleaned the wound above Gabriel's eye and then went about suturing it. The other's watching on as the young Fontin grimaced every time the needle entered her flesh, but didn't make a sound.

Treville had pulled Gabriel from the room; the pair, along with the others, making their way through the halls of the palace until the captain had opened the door to the most normal of rooms. Treville bringing her inside and escorting her to a chair, before telling d'Artagnan to close the door. The captain now pacing the floor, while Athos took his position in the darkest corner he could find, his arms crossed firmly over his chest, going back to doing what he did best, and just glaring at her.

"I have to say, I like it when you fight like that......?" Porthos chuckled, as he came to stand next to Aramis. The big man looking over his friend's shoulder, as he continued with his work.

"You mean, when I fight dirty...........?" Gabriel countered. Porthos and Gabriel laughing, until Aramis scolded them both, this time. Telling her that if she didn't keep still, the cut would scar worse than it might.

"Believe it or not, it was my father that taught me all that. He told me that not all men fought like gentlemen, and that when they didn't, you had to know how to fight just like them. And when he cut me, I knew that I was fighting someone that was definitely not a gentleman..........Will it scar........?" Gabriel told Porthos, before looking to Aramis. The knowledge that she would be scarred on the arm from where Athos had cut her, was one thing; and though she had never thought herself to be vain, or cared about her looks at all really, she still didn't like the notion of her face being scarred.

"It will, but I believe only a little. Though you do know what they say about ladies and scars. So, I doubt that it will put off any of those girls that seem to be so interested in you." Aramis smiled. Gabriel unable to stop herself from smiling back, despite the fact that attracting girls was the last thing on her mind.

It hadn't taken her long to realise that Aramis had a good heart, and a soft side to him that made him care for his friends. A side, that along with his incredibly handsome face, could attract any woman. Though for her, it was the mischievous side, the rebellious side; the side that sometimes made him struggle with orders, that she liked most. Gabriel able to see a little of herself in him. And even when Athos had gone out of his way to be as cold and vile to her as possible, Aramis, along with Porthos and d'Artagnan of course, were always there to tell her not to listen and make her smile. The young Fontin sure that if she had had brothers, she would have wanted them to be just like Aramis, Porthos and d'Artagnan.

"Don't encourage him........" A sour voice suddenly came. Aramis rolling his eyes and Gabriel doing her best not to laugh, as Aramis cut the last suture.

"Neither of you should encourage him......" Athos continued, as he moved out of his shadowy corner and looked at Aramis and Porthos. The former Comte de la Fère slowly making his way over to where Gabriel still sat. The daughter of Remy, choosing to keep her eyes cast to the ground, knowing that yet another lecture from the man that had done nothing but seem to despise her since she had rescued him and the others, was on its way.

"What you did was foolish and reflected badly on the Musketeers. Even if your opponent chooses not to fight like a gentleman, it does not mean that we should follow suit......your father should have known........" Athos continued. Treville stepping forward, about to say something to defend the son of the man that had mentored him when he was young; but before he could, Gabriel jumped to his feet and came to stand toe to toe with the older man.

"There are many things that I will stay silent over. The way you speak to me, the way that you have treated me as if I am the worst thing in the world since we met; I have chosen to rise above it, to not react as the others have assured me that that was just you. That one day, you would come around and treat me like I was a human being rather than a rat from the sewers. But, there is one thing I will not stand for, and that is you insulting the memory of my father or grandfather. They were greater Musketeers than you could ever dream of being. They were good, loyal and kind men that served their king and country. And if my father, a man that was called friend by the old king, believed that even a Musketeer sometimes had to fight dirty, I will do just that to win a fight. I don't give a fig for your high and mighty opinions, or whether you like me or not. I have the blood of Musketeers running through my veins, and I proved that, today. I proved it to the king, the cardinal and everyone else in that room. And if the king stands by his word, I think that you will find that despite my dirty tactics, I am now as much a Musketeer, as the great Athos........." Gabriel growled, before making her way to the door, and throwing it open.

"Oh, and Athos.........." All the men in the room turning to look at the young Fontin.

"One more thing. If you ever disparage the name of member of my family again, you and I will be fighting one more. And you will find that I will not be the one bleeding.........." She continued. Not even bothering to look at Athos, before making her way out into the corridor and slamming the door behind her.