~Chapter 1: A home for Kat~

"Quando Tróia se arrasou...Três dias choveu areia...Só escapou uma vivalma...No ventre duma baleia." Kat sang happily as she mixed a large metal saucepan, making sure she put the right amount of sauce in.

She'd been living at the Iscariot orphange for most of her life and she still enjoyed listening to that song. It reminded her of her old home when she was a baby. Both her parents were portugese and upon their tragic deaths, she was bought to the orphanage and raised under the care of the priests and nuns. One particular priest crossed her mind and she smiled, singing more happily (even if the song was a bit sad).

"Deitei-me ao mar...Fui ter à terra...Para te amar...Carinha bela...Deitei-me ao mar...Fui ter ao rio...," she sang loudly and didn't realise that the door to her kitchen had been opened, "...Para te amar ao-" She almost dropped the bowl she had picked up from her fingers when she was interupted by a familiar, loud and happy singing voice.

"Desafio!" Father Anderson sang out happily, with a large grin on his face as he chuckled slightly at Kat jumping around and glaring at him half-heartedly.

"FATHER!" She yelled accusingly, clutching at her chest with the other hand as she tried to control her heartbeat.

"'Aye, that's me kitten." He stood there, adjusting his glasses and wearing an innocent expression on his face.

"You frightened the life out of me!" She put down the bowl and shook her head at him, with mocking disapproval.

"I'm sorry it's just...I hear that beautiful song from such a singer and it's impossible not to join in." He really did chuckle and took of his glasses to clean an invisible spec of dust on them, avoiding her eye contact, knowing she'd see right through him.

"Sure...now, what are you doing in my kitchen? And don't say you're just checking up on me, because I'll know," she grabbed a wooden spoon she was about to use and then pointed it at him accusingly, "....the cake is not to be eaten until AFTER dinner and the younger kids get first dibs. You know that."

He put up his hands defensively, yet again with an innocent smile, sneaking close to the pantry.

"Don't you dare. I may not be able to defeat you, but I'm pretty sure I can still give you a good kicking." Kat said, stepping closer, with a threatening smile on her face and a cheeky glint in her eye.

Anderson chuckled again but backed up towards the door nonetheless.

"Alright, alright, you win. No cake till AFTER dinner. But I'm going to have to tell the choirboys that and they won't be happy."

Kat only smiled smugly at her handywork and turned back around to stir the soup quickly, knowing he was hurryiedly sneaking a pack of biscuits into his jacket. She turned back around to find him whistling innocently and she couldn't help but giggle at how silly he looked.

"See you at the table Kitten." He waved and smiled at her warmly, before turning around and marching happily out the door, his hands clasped behind his back. As Kat watched Father Alexander Anderson leave the kitchen, she gave a small, sad sigh. What she had never told anyone, let alone Anderson, was that she had a MASSIVE crush on the priest. She never really understood unrequited love until she had realised her own feelings when she was still in her young teens. She had promised herself never to act upon her feelings, knowing it was impossible.

He was a priest.

And she was nothing more than an orphan. A cook. And just another crusader in the war to get God's message heard and save innocent lives.

She was all these mere things and yet she wasn't content.

She was happy, but their were moments when she craved more.

When she craved for him.