Well, here's the rest of Remy's day! It's mostly just sweet. Thank you for all of the reviews and what not, all are greatly appreciate and cheer me up! Thanks! Please enjoy! :)

Most of the paper work Jean-Luc had made up was boring to Remy but he paid close attention just to make sure nothing he needed to know slipped by. He was rather pleased when the time came to fill out personal information and he got to pick his birth date and other oddities. He'd been celebrating his birthday on Christmas ever since he could remember because it was the easiest day of the year to remember and sometimes on New Years when he forgot.

Jean-Luc tried to make it interesting. He was worried about loosing the boy's trust and interest. He needn't have worried though. Remy was suspicious enough to remain focused even through the dullest of parts. They eventually go through it and Jean-Luc sat back, watching the boy look over the completed paper work. "Can you read what that says?" He asked, pointing to a paper.

Remy shrugged nonchalantly. "Sure."

Jean-Luc smiled a small, exasperated smile. "It's okay if you can't."

Looking unhappy, Remy shrugged again. "Non. I don't know how to read." He waited to be made fun of but Jean-Luc didn't tease. He simply sat back in his seat, stroking his mustache.

"Well, we'll have to take care of that."

Remy shrugged, not seeing much point to it. What he really wanted to do was get out of the office and explore. He watched Jean-Luc behind the desk. It wasn't that he felt threatened by the man but he couldn't decide weather or not he liked the way the man watched him. It was rather like he was watching an interesting television show. He kicked his feet in his chair and looked around the room, taking in how big everything looked. On the street and in Fagin's squat house he never got to see these sorts of things.

"You should probably get cleaned up now. Let me introduce you Tante Mattie." Jean-Luc walked to the door and let in a woman. Remy watched her suspiciously. She gave him a knowing but kind smile.

"How're you doing?"She said.

He shrugged. "Good ma'am."

She smiled again. "Ah hope you haven't been boring this chil'."

Jean-Luc snorted dryly. "He was quite helpful."

She shrugged and put a hand on Remy's back. He flinched slightly in surprise and tried to pass it off as a cough.

Despite his edginess, Tante Mattie smiled. She steered him towards the door. "We'll be done before dinner." She said. "I suppose he can wear Henri's old clothes until I get him shopping."

Remy looked back at Jean-Luc, worried about following the strange woman but Jean-Luc was organizing his paperwork and not looking at him.

He looked up at Tante Mattie and followed her silently. He wasn't sure where she was taking him but she was talking and he listened quietly.

"Just you wait, chil' you in for a real treat. Monsieur Lebeau will take care of you." He didn't say anything as he tried to keep up with her. "Yes, I t'ink you'll like it here. Most o' us good with children. I'll be taking care of you when he's not. I got Henri's clothes in the bathroom waiting for you. Just wait. We'll have you clean." She patted his shoulder, bumping him along down the hallway. "I hope dey fit. You're so skinny. He's a bigger boy than you. Now and then." He wrinkled his brow and looked up at her in confusion but she went on. "Turn in here, this be the bath room."

He was steered into a small white room with a bathtub already half full. "Jean-Luc told me about you and I got the bath all ready." He looked towards the window, wondering what floor they were on. "Don't you go trying it. Now hop in and get clean." She seated herself heavily on the down toilet seat and waited. He stood watching her. "What's wrong?"

He chewed his cheek for a moment before saying what was on his mind. "You can' be here." He said. "You a lady."

She laughed. "Well, aren't you a proper gentleman! Hop on in, it won't mean a thing to me."

He scowled before pulling up his shirt. "Ya won' watch, will ya?" He was blushing faintly.

Grinning in the way that only old ladies can she stood up. "How about dis? I wait outside until you get in and suds up the water. That way you won't be embarrassed. How's dat?"

He flushed. "I wasn't gonna be embarrassed. I was worried you'd be."

Now that made her laugh. "Well! You are certainly considerate."

He shrugged and she moved to stand outside the door. "Why you gotta be in here anyway?" He asked.

"To make sure you get clean, honey. Anyway, ain't it better with company?" Secretly she wanted to make sure the boy didn't try and get out the window.

There came the sound of splashing and he sighed. "You can come back in."

She seated herself back on the toilet and picked up a crossword. "Let me see, you're about ten now, right?"

He shrugged, soaking in the water and enjoying the warmth. "About."

"Hmm, you're so skinny. We'll have to change that. Get scrubbing." She eyed him beadily, waiting for him to start washing.

He scowled and picked up a wash cloth. "I ain't gonna get fat."

She laughed. "Didn't say fat, did I? I'll give you a good meal. The right kind with all the works. Monsieur Fagin don't give you many of those, does he?"

Remy paused. "Not much." He admitted. "But I'm a good thief and I get my own food. I get tons of stuff from the candy store all de time. Dey don' know what hit 'em!" He chuckled at his own cleverness.

She laughed. "Candy ain't a meal."

He shrugged and rubbed at a spot on his elbow with the washcloth. "Does me fine."

She shook her head. "So, Jean-Luc said you have a girl, care to tell me about her?"

He paused. "You been eavesdropping ma'am?"

"No, but I do hear t'ings. What's she like?"

He smirked. "Prettiest girl ever!"

Tante Mattie sat back and smiled, narrowing her eyes In a humored sort of way."Well, I bet you're a real charmer, aren't ya?"

He grinned. "I can' help it, girls jus' like me." He paused and frowned for a minute."Least ways, most of 'em do." He looked troubled. "Some of 'em ain't too nice though. Dis one girl's mere, she see her daughter talkin' to me and drag her off. Next time I see de girl she give me de coldest look she could and walk away." He sat still for a moment and then resumed scrubbing at his other arm.

Tante Mattie sighed. "Life can be dat way." She said, sympathetically.

He nodded, getting his mind off it. "So, who's dis Henri you keep talkin' about?"

"He'd be your brother now."

He snorted. "I don't got a brother, you know dat. I been living on de streets and wit' Fagin." He made a face and worked at his knee.

"Well you do now. He's Jean-Luc's real son. You'll like him."

He paused, foot in his hand, wondering what it would be like to have a brother.

"Want me to was your hair? You don' seem to be very. . . ah, experienced with a bath."

He shrugged, allowing her to come near and touch his head.

"You got nice colored hair. Very pretty." She smiled and forced him to sit sill while she scrubbed out his hair. Normally, he would never have allowed such contact and would have been humiliated by her being in the room but as it was he didn't have much choice and she seemed kind. What he expected a mother or grandmother would be like. Or maybe just an aunt. He decided he liked her.

He winced as the soap got into his eyes but didn't mention it. She grabbed the hose and rinsed out his hair. "Well, looky here! There is a boy under all dis dirt after all!"

He smiled, finding her silly. He thought hmself a bit old for that kind of nonsense but liked that she was being so kind.

"Alright, you towel off and get dressed, I'll wait outside."

He waited for her to leave before pulling the plug on the drain. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist before examining the clothes. They were a little big and when he came out wearing them he wad to stop and roll up he ends of the jeans twice but he didn't mind. He liked that the knees weren't torn out like his old ones, which he'd left in a pile on the bathroom floor. He stretched a little, trying to get used to the feel of clean clothes. The jeans were a little stiff from lack of ware but it only proved to him how little the had been worn and it made him happy. He looked up at Tante Mattie who smiled approvingly.

"You look mighty fine, Remy." She said, leading him down a hall towards a flight of stares. "I take you to your room now."

He slid a little in his socks on the wooden floor. He liked the feel of the socks. They were new and thick, without holes. He intentionally slid a little, making her laugh.

"Don't be doing that on the stares. You'll fall back and crack your head." She warned.

He shrugged, enjoying his new clothes. They padded up the stairs, Remy trailing slightly behind, taking in the décor. There were several paintings and a few pictures in square, wooden frames hanging along the wall. He studied hem carefully. He liked art. Tante Mattie smiled when she saw how enraptured he was with the paintings. "Won't find any copies in this house." She mused.

He hurried after her onto the upstairs landing. His feet meeting with the thin, faded yellow runner that ran down the hall. He wiggle his feet, he didn't often get to feel carpet. She hustled him on. "Dat one's your-" She paused. "Dat one be Jean-Luc's room. His is de closest to the stairs. Dat one is Henri's and dat one is de bathroom." She pointed each door out. "And yours is the closest to the servants stares at the other end of de hall."

They finally made their way down to it and she opened the door. It had been an empty room, the two guest bedrooms were not on the family's floor and until that morning it had sat empty.

He looked in quizzically, not sure if he should show his excitement. A nice double bed, already made. A big oak dresser and mirror. He walked to the window and got a nice view into the back of the garden. He walked to the bed and then to the dresser and looked at himself in the vanity, surprised at the clean little boy who looked back at him. He might not even have know it was himself if not for his eyes. He looked back at Tante Mattie who stood in the doorway smiling, waiting to hear his approval.

It was a little hard for him to grasp. "Dis really my room?" He asked.

She nodded. "Yep, jus' yours."

He looked back. He liked it immensely and he smiled at her.

"Well, I'll be. Dey was right when dey said you had an angel's smile. Cone now, child, You can help me in de kitchen." He followed her out and back down the stairs. They used the servants' stairs this time. It was a tighter fit that the main staircase and it wasn't open or brightly light but it lead strait to the kitchen and that was where they needed to go. Remy took note of several off shooting doors along the staircase and made a point to go back and find where they lead to.

Tante Mattie got to work in the kitchen and talked to him a bit more. He sat on a stool out of her way and only got down when she told him to fetch something. He was beginning to feel at home with her.

Not long after, Jean-Luc came into the kitchen, he looked around and smiled. "I see he clothes fit. Don't worry. You'll get your own soon enough. Did you like the room?"

Remy nodded, sizing the man up. He was struck by just how tall he was. He looked up, oblivious to the open look on his face. Jean-Luc smiled and put a large hand on his head. "My son Henri will be joining us for dinner soon. Did Tante Mattie tell you about him?"

"Oui." The man took a seat across from him at the kitchen table. "So, tell me about yourself, Remy. What are t'ings you like to do?"

Remy shrugged and thought. "I like exploring. I bet know dis whole city!"

Tante Mattie chuckled at the stove.

"Well, I bet that comes in handy." Jean-Luc said.

"Oh yeah, I could get away from anybody! Cops, other gangs, Fagin." He counted off on his fingers.

"You had to run from Fagin?" Jean-Luc sounded amused.

"Yeah. He gets mad at me all de time. He gets mad if I mouth off or f I don't bring back enough money or if I'm was out all night or if I come back late he' was always mad and I don't stick around for him to yell at me or hit me so I run off. He never catches me!"

Jean-Luc raised an eyebrow. "So you're a troublemaker?"

"I wouldn't call myself a troublemaker, I'd just say trouble finds me."

"I'm sure."

Remy was growing to like the man. "What about yourself, Monsieur?"

Jean-Luc smiled and rubbed his chin again. "Well, I'm the head o' de Thieves Guild."

"I know dat but what do you like to do?"

He cracked a smile. "What do I like to do? Well, I like a challenging job."

"You mean like stealing?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, me too. Ain't any fun if it's too easy though sometimes when I'm real hungry I wish it was a bit easier."

"Well, you won't have that problem here and thee will be plenty of challenging jobs in de future."

Tante Mattie clanked her spoon on the pot. "You better go and call Henri. I expect him to come running at the chance for my cooking."

The kitchen door opened. "I'm here." The boy was much older than Remy and he smiled down at him. "I've just been cleaning up. So, dis is de boy?"

Remy shied away from him, startled by the older boy's abrupt appearance.

The boy held out a hand to him. "I'm Henri." He said.

Remy shook it, nervously and Henri sat down at the other side of the table. "So, pere tells me you're name's Remy." His eyes twinkled. "Looks like I'm gon' have a little brother."

"Hush up now and you all get in the dining room." Tante Mattie said, ushering them out of the kitchen. "I'm almost done and I don't need you taking up space."

Remy followed them out, feeling a little awkward. He sat up in his seat and watched the two men talk, occasionally answering the questions directed at him. Eventually Tante Mattie came back in, looking pleased with herself and set down her fully cooked meal. "Dig in and make sure dat boy eats." She said, taking a seat next to Remy.

He did as he was told and dug in. After finishing his first plate he was a little afraid to ask for seconds but as it turned out, he didn't need to. Tante Mattie loaded up his plate again. He relaxed into the meal, finding himself loosening up and talking more. He engaged Henri in what he considered a very interesting conversation, elating stories of small time theft and gleaning tales of much larger escapades.

About an hour after the table was cleared and the three others had stuck up an intense conversation about something he knew nothing about, he began to feel sleepy. He had eaten more than he could ever remember eating in one sitting and it made him feel dull and sluggish. Thinking no one was paying any attention, he put his he down in his arms and sighed. He wouldn't really fall asleep but it was getting hard to hold his head up. He regretted eating so much.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his back and flinched. The hand was removed and someone bent to be at his level. It was Jean-Luc. He looked into his eyes. "Looks like it's time for bed." The man said, guiding him out of the chair. "Come on."

Remy followed after him, stumbling a little. I took him forever to climb the stairs and by the time he reached the top he had begun to wake up a little. He let himself be lead to his room and looked at Jean-Luc for instruction.

Jean-Luc was turning on the bedside lamp. "There are pajamas on the chair there." He said, pointing as he continue to fidget with the lamp, finally getting it on. "You'll go shopping tomorrow and get some of your own clothes. I'm sure you don' wanna ware Henri's forever."

He turned his back and let Remy change before crossing the room to stand by the bed. He had a very odd look in his eyes that Remy was not sure of where to place. It was kind and warm and not at all menacing. It unnerved him because he did not know what it was exactly or what to do about it. Instead he just climbed in bed and sat with the covers drawn up, waiting for the man to say something.

Jean-Luc cleared his throat. "It was nice eating dinner with you. Did you like Henri?"

"Oui. He was a lot f fun. And I like Tante Mattie too."

"I'm glad."

There was a pause and then Remy asked: "Henri calls you Pere, should I do that to?"

"Not if you don't want to."

Remy thought for a minute, brow furrowed. "I t'ink I'm okay wit' it. I t'ink I'll call you pere."

Jean-Luc smiled. "Good night then." He began backing out of the room, footsteps as quiet as a thief's could ever be.

"Night, pere."

The door closed and Remy lay back in be, swallowed up by it's comfort and his full stomach. He folded his hands behind his head and reflected. He'd give Monsieur Lebeau and his family a try. So far he liked them and he liked the idea of having a father. He closed his eyes and he began to drift, hearing the sounds of Henri getting into bed in the next room over. He blinked one last time, eyes heavy and drifted off.

Thank you very much for reading!

I might do one more where he explores the house and gets into mischief but dunno. Keep a look out if I do!