Thank you all for the reviews and I appreciate them so much and I feel so guilty and bad for not updating sooner because of them. But I have a reason, no, not an excuse, a justification. I have been doing my GCSE's and this is my last couple of months and things have been getting hectic. For those who are not from England GCSE's are basically a set of 2 year course full of tests/essays/exams for every subject you do. So for me its, English, Science, Math, Religious studies, citizenship, drama, I.C.T, art, music, physical education and psychology. So joyful fun for me. Lol.

Anyway, for all those who have reviewed, read and waited for this, here it is.

What if Ah

Chapter Three – Behind.

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Walking down the bust streets of New Orleans, people were everywhere. All of them busy, thinking of there own problems. Not taking a moment to think of others. Each one just pushing past and trying to get to where they wanted in the quickest way with less fuss. Not caring, just lost in there own little world, excluding everyone else around them.

Remy smirked at this. When he walked down the streets he was thinking about them. Where they are, who they are, where they have been, where they are going, what they have. Not just about himself. Of course he still did, what kind of thief would he be if he didn't know everything that was happening around him?

Today was different. He wasn't working little jobs. He was coming out of a shop that he would never willingly go into again. But there he was, leaving with 6 bags in his hands. Each one the same size, sea green with a bold black logo on them and each one containing different things.

He sighed and looked up at the store he had just left. It was the biggest one in the city and he hated it with a passion. He can remember hours upon hours he had once spent in there, looking at pointless things doing pointless things, buying pointless things. But that was also different. He had just bought MORE clothes and other things for the new guest at the LeBeau Mansion. He didn't know why he was buying loads of things for her. It wasn't like he had been told to go and buy them, he just remembered all those little things women had when ever he went round there apartments or houses then realized he had only gotten trousers and t-shirts and he knew she would need more.

Sure Mattie would be furious with him for not coming home the first time he was asked but he knew the young woman would be worth it. Plus he did it because he didn't like seeing her in just p-j's all the time. And she couldn't really go out in them either. Not that she would be let out any time soon.

Turning the corner, he felt a small vibration against his chest. He struggled to balance bags and manages to swap them all into one hand before he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He flipped the little phone open and held it up to his ear waiting for the person on the other end to explain themselves.

Remy never said hello anymore. He used to but now he found it a waste of time. The only people who called his phone didn't want to waste time on pleasantries and small-talk.

He smirked into the phone and began to explain himself.

"Remy knows Tante Mattie………He just be out……He got stuck in de court……Oui……dinner? Oui…..Remy be dere……" he flipped the phone shut and slipped it into his pocket and began to shift the bags around again. Looking down at them in his hands, he sighed, before looking up and side stepping a man who was on his phone yet a million miles away.

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Remy opened the big wooden door to the mansion. He pushed it open more with his foot then turned into the house before hooking his leg around the door and kicking it closed. Remy sighed and headed down the hall to the kitchen.

When he got to the door he breathed in and his senses were met with Cajun Spice Chicken. He smiled, showing all his perfect teeth and leaned against the door, watching his Tante cook. Just like he did when he was a boy.

Mattie was opening draws and cupboards, taking things out, putting things back. She was always like this when cooking. She never got things ready before, she took them out just before she needed them. She said it made the food taste better when everything just came to you. Rather then doing it by the book, adding things, making it your own, nothing could taste better.

Mattie was a middle aged woman, around in her fifties but she looked about forty. She had long brown hair, which had many streaks of white in it. Yet still had the flecks of red that you could tell used to consume her head. She was small but not tiny. She held herself well. And even though she had never been a thief she was good at controlling and handling her body. She wasn't over weight yet she had weight on her. Mostly from all the cooking.

With out turning her back she called over her shoulder, "Ya gunna come in boy? Or just watch me?"

Remy chuckled. He remembered so many times when he was a child he used to stand at the door and watch her cook. He was mesmerized by it. Always wondering how she made the food that he ate. So when he was talk enough to reach the counters Mattie had taught him how to cook. Every day he would help her, whist she told him little things and taught him how to do things. There were two things that always stuck with him that Mattie had said to him. One was that cooking was a way into a woman's heart that should not be abused and the other was never to give up on cooking. And he didn't. Never had he used cooking to get a girl into bed and never had he forgot or dismissed that he could cook and at every opportunity he could, he did.

Remy stepped into the kitchen and walked over to the island in the middle; he put the bags onto on stool and jumped up onto the one next to it.

He sat on the stool, Mattie with her back still towards him; he smirked down at the table before lifting his head. He ran a hand lazily through his hair and put on a big grin, even though Mattie couldn't see it, it was a force of habit.

"Ma petit, you know Remy loves to watch you cook."

Mattie turned round and lent back on her two hands on the counter behind her. "You love to annoy me too, which is what ya doing so stop it, boy, before Mattie have to do it herself!"

Remy gave a heartily chuckle at Mattie's threat and her mimicking of his speech. "Okay, Remy'll stop. He got to go see our petit rogue anyway." This earned a strange look from the woman standing on the other side of the kitchen island. Remy just sighed and started to explain himself. But Mattie cut him off before he even started.

"So that why you were out? Well I must say I am not surprised. She be your age. But you know not to mix pleasure and business don't you boy?"

Remy just sighed again, he knew the rules. And he knew that his father wound never let anything happen between them unless it was a job, but it didn't help, Remy still couldn't get her green eyes out of his head. The way they burnt with such a crystal flame when she was engulfed in them in Alkali Lake. "Remy knows….."

Mattie knew that look, she had seen it many years ago but she knew it would be different this time. She sighed and looked at the young boy. He had been an adult since he was twelve. Maybe this girl could give him the one thing he needed to make him happy. Mattie walked over to the bags and glanced inside them, she saw trousers, shirts, t-shirts, a jumper and some underwear and socks. Lifting them off the chair she walked over to Remy and told him to watch the food before leaving and heading to the room where Kate was.

Remy glanced over to the simmering food and knew it would be okay if he left it for a second so he got up and followed his Tante. Jogging down the wooden and painted halls he caught up to her. He stood in front of her so she would stop then he just left standing there, uncomfortable and confused.

"Remy promised mon pere not to o anything to confuse her, but she just confusing Remy now!" Remy just looked up and even though he was still wearing his glasses, Mattie knew behind them his eyes would hold the burning passion with the pain of his past but now also the uncertainty and misunderstanding that was his life at that moment. Taking a deep breath in though his nose and slowly letting it out through his mouth. He muttered absently, "I've only met her once……"

Mattie nodded, not saying anything. She knew what to do, and that was nothing. She had to let him figure this out for himself. No pressure, no advice and no comfort. She hated to admit it and much more to do nothing when one she cared and loved for was having problems but she knew she had to.

She waited until Remy looked back down to her. He saw her switch all the bags from one hand to the others in the other, like he had this morning. Only she did it with much more car. Then he felt the urge to pull back when her free hand came up to his glasses, but he just let her pull them off and put them in his hand.

Then she just walked past him. Remy was stunned. He was waiting for his Tante to help him; he hoped she would tell him what to do. But that was not what he wanted. Looking at his glasses in his hand he slowly looked up to where Mattie was standing before and smirked. He would have to figure this out with out her, that's what she wanted him to do. And who was he to let down his Tante? After all he owed her his life.

He turned at saw the woman enter the room at the end of the hallway. He caught a glimpse of a young woman, who had been plaguing his mind recently. To his luck and surprise the beauty caught his eye. He smiled and she gave him a small smile back, he saw in her eyes a flash of fear and confusion and he suddenly realized he didn't have his glasses on. He turned around lamely and became walking down the hall hoping she thought it was lighting or her imagination.

The door soon closed and Tante was left alone in the room with the southern beauty that was Kate.

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Kate looked up at the lady entering the room, she slightly smiled and stood up. She just didn't feel like sitting anymore. She looked at the lady who was now holding some bags which she would have questioned but she saw a figure in the corner of her eye, she saw him over Mattie's shoulder.

He was wearing a shirt that was a deep red that looked almost black. But that wasn't what caught her gaze. It was his eyes. When she last saw him, he was wearing sunglasses so she couldn't see what color they were. But now she saw they were not normal or brown like she had expected them to be, well she hadn't expected them to be brown, his face was to perfect to have regular eyes. But never did she think they would be black. And to top it off she saw a flash of red and a burning sensation woke up inside of her as she looked into the flames that were inside the red of his eyes. She almost got lost but suddenly he turned around with a sheepish look that she didn't understand.

Out of her trance she looked down at the woman with the bags, who was now smiling at her and she passed her and placed the bag onto the bed. Kate turned round and looked at her with a look of confusion. Mattie saw this and sighed.

"You didn' think dat I would like ya walk 'round in dose jammies forever did ya?" she smiled at the woman and walked over to the bed where the bags and the woman she now knew as Mattie was standing.

"Jammies?" Kate laughed and looked at what she was wearing. For the first time she felt kind of embarrassed with what she was wearing.

"Why don' cha look in dose bags, get changed, an' I'll go get ya a proper room. Sound good?" Mattie looked at the girl who was now just blinking at the clothes inside of the bags.

"Yeah…." Was a whisper of a response she got from the young rose. Before leaving she pointed at an inside lock on the door.

"Lock de door when ya get changed, don' wan' de people walking in do we?"

Kate smiled and turned, ripping her gaze from the bags to the door which she locked before walking to the bed again and putting a hand in to pull out some clothes.

She felt something soft and fuzzy first. She pulled it out and found a jumper. It was a deep purple made with some really soft and delicate wool. She instantly loved it and began to take off her shirt when she checked the door was locked just for sure once more. Then she took off her p-j's top and was about to put on the jumper when she spotted a bra which she felt like she needed to wear. So she put it on then the jumper, which was even softer when you wore it then when you touched it.

She then looked in another bag and found a pair of jeans, there were two, one blue and one black. She felt the black would suit the jumper so she found some underwear and got changed. She started to look through the other bags and couldn't help but smile at all the rich and different things that she had been given. She felt a wave of happiness and gratitude. She frowned when she found a t-shirt with no sleeves and self consciously began to rub her arms and put it back in the bag.

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Mattie walked into Jean-Luc's office. She didn't knock. She never did. She knew there was no point and so did he. Mattie walked over to the man who was just a couple years younger then her and sat down on one of the lush leather and wood chairs he keep on the other side of his desk.

Jean-Luc didn't even look up from his paper work he was doing, he knew it was Mattie, she was the only one who never knocked coming into his office. And he didn't even look up when she said the thing he knew she was going to anyway.

"Give de girl a proper room."

Jean-Luc sighed. He just concentrated on the paper in front of him, and even though he knew he wasn't going to win this he still put up a fight.

"Non."

"Come on, she be trapped in dat room, she ein't gunna leave, she got no where to go. Make her feel a little less over powered. If you wait any longer she gunna get angry and do something dat you don' want."

"Fine den. But only if you make eggs tomorrow morning."

"Deal."

At that Mattie stood up and left the room. She always knew how to work with Jean-Luc. She got something for something little so he always seemed to win and so others thought the same.

She shut the door and started to walk through the mansion, thinking about where to put their little rose. When the perfect room came to mind. Smiling at her self and her brilliance she knocked on the door where the girl was behind.

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Okay that was it, sorry its kind of short, im hoping to make the next ones longer and to have more in.

So thanks again to those who have reviewed and waited so long for this. i hope i havnt let you down.

And please review and tell me what you think and things cause i love reading them. and hopfully i can help sort problems or questions out for people.

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