A/N This is just a bit of harmless fluff i had in my head that was obstructing the drama of Came back ot show you i was here which i will finish soon!

Disclaimer: Standoff eblongs to Standoff... Emma and Alyssa are based off two of my friends...

"One arm up one arm down" instructed Emily.

"Is that right miss" asked the little red haired girl at the front of the class.

"Yep, that's perfect Alyssa" she smiled, bending down to the girl's height.

"And me miss" chorused the class of six year olds, all of them eager to hear there teachers praises.

"Your all fantastic" she told them "But you better keep working. Class finishes soon"

She sat sown for a few minutes watching the group of girls practising their dance. The concert was on Friday and they were all determined to be the best they could. Emily laughed quietly as she watched them. The six year olds where always fun to watch and she was glad she had been chosen to teach them this year. Emma, her niece, was also in the class and Emily loved spending the two hour's a week with the girl. 'Speaking of which' she thought, parents where arriving and that meant class was finished.

"Okay girls" she said, clapping her hands together. "You all worked really well today so you can have an early mark"

A chorus of excited screams filled the air, followed by a few quick 'thankyou Emily's and even a quick hug from Catiline before the room quietened down.

Emily turned to face her grinning niece and her best friend Alyssa, both of which where riding home with her that night.

"So did you guys have a fun lesson" she asked, quickly packing the bags she had brought.

"Yep" nodded Emma excitedly. "Lyssa and I are going to practice tonight as well" she added, bouncing up and down on the spot. Emily smiled brightly at her. Emma and Alyssa where the most hyperactive kids she knew but they were also the sweetest and car rides with the two of them where always fun. "You ready to go?" she asked.

"Yep" they yelled, running towards the door. Emma stopped suddenly before turning around and grinning at Emily. "Guess whose here" she sang.

"Who?" asked Emily, confusedly. James, her brother, was busy which was why she was taking the girls and none of her other friends knew she taught dance lessons.

"It's your boyfriend" squealed Emma before breaking out into a fit of giggles with Alyssa.

Emily rushed over to the door where sure enough Matt stood grinning at her.

"You never told me you were a dancer" he smiled walking up to her and placing a small kiss on her check, erupting more giggles from he girls. Emily felt Matt smile against her cheek as the girls laughed. He had met Emma the other night when they had had dinner with her brother. Needless to say the too had hit it off and Emma had not moved from Matt's side the whole night. By the time they had said Goodbye Matt knew her favourite colour was pink , her favourite movie was Mulan, and that Tommy Parkinson had tried to kiss her the week before but instead she had pushed him over and she and Alyssa had ran off giggling.

"It never came up" she stuttered, still surprised to see him. "Why are you here?" she blurted out.

"I was bored so I decided to see who it was that was keeping you away from me each Saturday night" he grinned "I wasn't expecting it to be you Miss Emma" he said turning to the girl "But I'm glad it was" he added cheekily.

Emily dug a thumb into his side "Where did you think I was then" she challenged.

"Well, apparently George the cleaner had a new girlfriend so you know…" he trailed off as Emily smacked him in the chest. "No, really. I just wanted to find out what was going on".

"I teach Emma's dance class every Saturday afternoon" she explained.

"Ah" nodded Matt. "So is Aunty Emily a good dance teacher?" he asked bending down to talk to Emma and Alyssa.

"Yep" answered Emma proudly.

"She's the best teacher ever" added Alyssa.

"Really!" exclaimed Matt. "You must be Alyssa" he added in, holding out his hand for her to shake.

Emily stood back, a grin settling it self on her face as she watched Matt with the two girls. For some one who grew up with only one brother he was awfully good with little girls. He knew just what to say and the other night it had been discovered he was the master of bed time tales.

Emily was so deep in thought that she missed the conversation in front of her till the girls started jumping up and down cheering yes, while Matt tried to calm them down and decline what ever they were saying.

"What's going on?" asked Emily.

"We're going to teach Uncle Matt to dance" shouted Emma as Alyssa nodded excitedly beside her.

Emily did a double take off the words Uncle. Since when was Matt, Uncle Matt. She smiled slightly. It actually didn't sound that bad.

Meanwhile a stricken Matt tried to get himself out the hole he seemed to be in. On one side he didn't want to disappoint Emma and Alyssa, but seriously, he really didn't want to have to dance.

"No, Uncle Matt isn't going to dance" he assured, shaking his head. He looked up at Emily; surely she would let him off the hook. Unfortunately she had other plans and soon Matt found himself standing in the middle of the dance floor, two jumping and giggling six year olds by his side and one evil looking Emily in front of him. Scratch that, one Very evil looking Emily. What had he done to deserve this, he asked, though he already knew the answer. This was what they meant when they said Love was a battlefield and he was in the eye of the battle.