Sorry this took a while to finish but I got half way through this and my mind literally went blank as how to finish it, I think I must have rewrote it a few times so I hope it's alright because I'm not really sure :)

Aramis had refused to explain what had happened to Porthos, who eventually gave up trying. She'd ended up asleep on Porthos' sofa and when she woke up Aramis had a number of missed calls from her Mother. Feeling guilty about last night, Aramis considered calling her back but looking at the time realised it wasn't the best idea.

By the time Porthos came out of his room, Aramis had dressed into the clothes from the night before and was eating breakfast. "Coffee?" Porthos grunted in reply, sitting at the table as Aramis poured a cup. "Thank you for letting me stay." Aramis said when Porthos had taken a few gulps of the coffee.

"It's fine." Porthos replied. "Maybe you can explain what happened with your Mother?"

Aramis sighed, not wanting to discuss this. "We had a disagreement." Porthos raised an eyebrow but Aramis ignored him. "It happens a lot and shouldn't you be getting ready for work?" This made Porthos get up from the table but Aramis knew the conversation was far from done.

As it turned out they were running late so by Porthos didn't have a chance to question her before they got into the office. Athos and D'artagnan were already there, sitting at their desks. "You're almost late." Athos said, raising an eyebrow as the two walked in together. D'artagnan looked a little confused but said nothing as Aramis and Porthos both took their seats.

"Anything interesting today?" Porthos asked, seeing the pile of paperwork on Athos' desk.

"Nothing at all." Athos replied, completely ignoring the fact that Treville had ordered them to complete the stack of paperwork that had been growing over the last few weeks.

"Excellent." Porthos grinned, though his brain was still going over why Aramis had fallen out with her Mother.

…..

At lunch, Aramis volunteered to go and get food which no one argued over though Porthos guessed it was her way of avoiding the topic of her Mother. "So, why was Aramis at your place last night?" D'artagnan turned his chair around when Aramis had left.

"Did you know her Mother was visiting?" Porthos asked, completely ignoring D'artagnan's question.

"She never mentioned it." Athos replied. "What happened?" Porthos shrugged.

"I went round to see what was wrong and after she kicked me out she came down and asked to stay the night, wouldn't say why." Athos frowned.

"You think they fell out or something?" D'artagnan asked, not understanding why Aramis would fall out with her Mother when he was so close to his own.

"Maybe, Aramis never said." Before anyone could reply to Porthos, a knock on the office door made the three look.

The door was still open and an older version of Aramis stood there. "Madame?" Athos asked, unsure about who the older woman was but he could probably guess.

"I'm looking for René, my daughter. She works here doesn't she?" Athos nodded his head.

"She isn't here right now; do you want to take a seat?" She did so, taking Aramis' empty chair. "I'm Athos and this is D'artagnan and Porthos." Athos introduced them and the woman nodded her head to them.

"Porthos, from last night?" Porthos nodded in answer, wondering where this was going. "I'm sorry for my daughter's behaviour but René has always been defensive."

Athos raised an eyebrow and D'artagnan couldn't help but say, "I've never seen Aramis defensive before."

"I do wish she wouldn't call herself that." Aramis' mother's tone was full of exasperation. D'artagnan didn't know how to reply to that statement so instead fell into silence.

"Why did she get defensive?" Porthos asked, curious to see if the woman would tell them why Aramis had fallen out with her mother.

"René and I have different opinions about how she should live her life." She said, gaining confused looks from the other three.

"Mama?" Aramis' voice came from the doorway, before the other three could respond to madam d'Herblay. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to apologise for last night." Madam d'Herblay answered.

"There's nothing to apologise for and you can't be here mama, I'm working." Aramis felt guilty when she saw the hurt look in her Mother's eyes but that hurt was replaced with anger when her Mother said:

"You shouldn't work here. You should be at home with a family not doing this. Not doing something so dangerous. I thought you would have come to your senses after that training exercise in Savoy but instead you work here." The older woman's voice was rising now, getting angrier. "I only want what's best for you and this isn't it."

"I think you should leave Madame." Athos interrupted, seeing the way Porthos and D'artagnan were glaring at the woman and embarrassed look on Aramis' face.

"He's right mama, I'll pay for your plane ticket and I'll drive you to the airport tomorrow." Aramis said and her Mother frowned, realising what she had said.

"René, sweetheart. I'm only thinking about you." Porthos was glaring at the woman as she put a hand on Aramis' shoulder.

"I know mama; we'll talk when I get home." Seemingly satisfied with the answer, Aramis' mother turned and walked out of the office.

"That's your Mother?" D'artagnan sad, breaking the tension after the woman had left. "She seems a bit…" The younger man trailed off, unsure how to proceed with the statement.

Porthos didn't have that problem as he said, "A bitch. She seems like a bitch. What's her problem?" Aramis sighed, knowing full well that none of them would settle for anything other than the truth now.

"She wants me to settle down and have a family. Mama hates that I work here and can't understand why I don't want what she does." Aramis sighed in frustration then. "I should probably go."

"We'll explain to Treville." Athos replied, seeing the guilty look that flashed across Aramis' face. "Though you shouldn't listen to your Mother on this." Aramis sent them a grateful look before exiting the office.

….

Aramis entered her flat to find her Mother was packing. "You can stay the night mama."

"I'm not staying where I'm not wanted." She didn't even bothering switching to Spanish, telling Aramis that she was angry and making her feel even guiltier.

"Can we talk about this mama, I missed you."

"And I miss you René but we obviously don't want the same things." Her Mother sounded upset about this.

"It's my life." Madame d'Herblay nodded sadly, putting an arm around her daughter.

"I know it is, I just don't want you to regret anything when you're my age." Aramis looked at the older woman confused. Her Mother laughed a little then, smiling warmly at her daughter. "When I was your age I didn't want a family. Really, I was never interested. Then I met your Father and we married. A whirl wind romance, my parents didn't approve he was French." Aramis laughed, not quite believing her uptight Mother would do that. "Then we had you and life was good and I wanted more children. I wanted a large family but because of my age, I couldn't have that. I don't want that for you René. That's why I'm always pestering you."

Aramis mulled over this, never having asked why her Mother might act like that. Finally she spoke. "But you understand that right now I don't want those things." The older woman didn't look happy but she did nod an improvement then Aramis thought. "I know you want what's best for me Mama, but what I want isn't the same as what you want for me."

"I know."

"You don't have to leave." Aramis said after a moment's silence.

"I never did like France and I think I've caused enough trouble for one visit but you promise me you'll visit more often." Aramis nodded smiling at little now that she had talked with her Mother. Maybe this visit hadn't been as bad as Aramis thought it would be after all.

Couldn't decide how to end this so hope it's alright but I don't know.

As always please review and if there are any one shots you would like me to write please say :)