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Summary: Spike remembers his mother.
Warnings/Spoilers: Post series
Beta'd by: Whichclothes
Prompt #251 from tamingthemuse- Melody
Xander could hear the melody of the song before he even got into the apartment. It was one he knew well and he couldn't help but be worried. He quickly unlocked the door to see Spike sitting on the floor next to their stereo system singing along to the song.
Early one morning, just as the sun was rising,
I heard a young maid sing in the valley below.
Oh, don't deceive me, Oh never leave me.
How could you use a poor maiden so?
"Spike," Xander said as he knelt beside him. "What are you doing?"
"Remembering," Spike murmured and continued to listen to the song. Xander went to pause the song but Spike's hand shot out and gripped his wrist almost painfully. "Don't."
Xander was able to pry his hand away. "I just want to pause it for a minute. You can listen to it as much as you want, all right?"
Spike's gaze landed on Xander before he nodded.
Once the music was stopped Xander pressed his hand against Spike's cheek. "Why are you listening to this song?"
"I'm remembering," Spike told him. His eyes were cast downward.
"Remembering what? This song only brings back memories of Sunnydale," Xander said. Why would Spike want to remember that?
Spike shook his head. "That's what the song reminds you of. It reminds me of my mother. What she was like before I was stupid and turned her."
"You did what you thought was right. You didn't know any better," Xander said trying to comfort him.
"I should have listened to Dru. She told me the stars thought it was a bad idea but that was before I truly understood what she was," Spike said.
Xander still didn't understand. "Why are you playing it today?"
"It's Mother's Day, luv," Spike replied. He wasn't shocked that Xander didn't remember.
"Oh," Xander said. "I forgot."
Spike kissed Xander. "It's understandable; you were never close with your mum, were you?"
"No, I tried but…." Xander tried to explain but Spike cut him off with another kiss.
"You have nothing to explain. When I moved to the States and found out about the holiday it reminded me of her. I hadn't thought about her in years. Though I couldn't say anything or Drusilla would have had a snit."
Xander smiled at Spike. It was nice to know that even with a demon and after so long he still took a day to remember his mother. He leaned over and turned the song back on. "Happy Mother's Day, Mrs. Pratt."
"Happy Mother's Day, mum," Spike said. He leaned against Xander and began to sing again.
Here I now wander alone as I wonder
Why did you leave me to sigh and complain.
I ask of the roses, why should I be forsaken,
Why must I here in sorrow remain?