A/N: Just a little something to get me back into writing fanfics, another 'And Molly makes three' story. Some of you might remember my back story/head canon for Pam and her brother from "Terms of Endearment" (Ch. 2 - 'Ducky') and "Secrets." I came across this WWI song the other day and immediately thought of Pam and, as it was Anzac Day yesterday, I thought I might use it. The title is from another WWI era song. Not sure how I feel about how it turned out, but I hope you like it :)

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My Darling Boy

"Is everything all right with Pam?"

Eric looked up from his desk with a frown, "Is there a reason it shouldn't be?"

Molly shrugged a shoulder, "She hasn't left her room yet, that's all."

Eric hummed thoughtfully before realisation dawned, "Cancel my appointments," he said briskly as he stood up.

"Do I look like your secretary?" Molly retorted as he breezed passed her.

"Just do it," he snapped as he strode out of Fangtasia.

Molly flinched as he slammed the door behind him, "So, I'm guessing she's not ok then," she muttered as she turned back to the empty room.

Eric made it to the house in record time, he took the stairs two at a time and burst into Pam's bedroom without bothering to knock.

Pam didn't even look up but remained curled up on her side on her bed, looking through old photos.

"I'm sorry, Pam," he murmured, crawling onto the bed behind her, "I didn't realise the date."

"It's fine," she said flatly, still looking through the photos, "I'm being ridiculous."

"No," he said firmly, "you're not," he added, lying down behind her.

Pam sniffed and Eric propped himself up on his elbow, "Brother Bertie went away," he crooned in her ear, "To do his bit the other day."

Pam sniffled and wiped bloody tears off her face with the back of her hand.

"With a smile on his lips
And his Lieutenant's pips,
Upon his shoulder bright and gay
As the train moved out he said,
'Remember me to all the birds.'
Then he wagged his paw
and went away to war
Shouting out these pathetic words:
Goodbye-ee, goodbye-ee,
Wipe the tear, baby dear, from your eye-ee," he continued in the same low tone, wiping a tear off Pam's cheek and making her laugh in spite of herself.

"Tho' it's hard to part I know,
I'll be tickled to death to go.
Don't cry-ee, dont sigh-ee,
there's a silver lining in the sky-ee,
Bonsoir, old thing, cheer-i-o, chin, chin,
Nah-poo, toodle-oo, Goodbye-ee…" Eric trailed off and planted a kiss on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry Pam," he said softly, stroking her hair.

Pam stifled a laugh, "You've said that already."

"Doesn't make it any less true," he said, a touch defensively.

"I know," she said quietly, still looking through the photos.

Eric continued to silently stroke her hair, "I thought it would hurt less in time," Pam commented finally, breaking the silence.

"He was your brother, Pam," he reassured her, "he will always be part of you."

"It's not just that he's gone," she continued, rolling onto her back to face him, "it's the way he died, you know?"

Eric nodded, "Yeah," he said softly, as he smoothed her hair off her forehead, "I know," he added, kissing her forehead.

Pam reached for his hand and used it to pull his arm around her, "Stay with me?"

Eric shifted so that he was more comfortable, "Always," he promised.

The two vampires lay in silence for a long time before Pam started to speak; telling him stories about her childhood and her brother.

Stories that he'd heard before and would, no doubt, hear again; but he didn't mind, because it was what she needed.

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A/N: Thanks for reading :) I'm very keen to get back into writing fanfics again - please send along any prompts! x