I know I shouldn't be starting this because I have sooooo many other things going but I just got struck with this idea and there isn't a whole lot of Demo out there…

Demo stretched out his long legs as he relaxed back on the couch in the small room of his castle that he had turned into his sanctuary. A contented sight escaped his lips as his eyes closed and a moment of peace settled over the small room. Peace wasn't a very common thing for him, especially when working with explosives on a daily basis. It was even rarer when that peace didn't come in the form of a drunken black out.

"Tavish!" the moment was broken, "Tavish what are ye doin' lad?"

He groaned as his mother's cane hit the door frame.

"Somethin' wrong, mum?"

"Tha' strange little man ye gone an hired informed me tha's only 6:30! Wha' ye be doin' 'ome at this hour, lad? When yer old da was yer age he woul'na been 'ome till a'least ten! Ye get fired from one'a yer jobs fer bein' a lazy bum?"

"Nah, mum, ah tol' ya tha I got tonigh' off," he stood to help her into a rocking chair.

"If ye ain't gonna be workin' then ye should be out findin' a woman!" the old lady jabbed him in the chest with her cane. "Ye ain't gonna be young an' strappin' forever and there ain't anyone else ta carry on the DeGroot family name!"

"Ah know ma, I know," he sighed. He knew there was no point in arguing with her even if he knew that the grandchildren she wanted were never to be. Jane had proved that to him.

"What eva' happened to tha' nice girl ye were seein'? Tha one ye went ta all the gun shows with? What was her name… Jin, Jan…"

"Jane,"

"Aye! Tha' be it! She seemed ta be a nice one; real quiet an' sturdy!"

"We 'ad a… fallin' out mum," he sat again with a grunt, "Was probably fer the best anyhoo, bird was bleedin' crazy," He tried to sound as if he didn't care. He tried to put that conviction in his voice. Mothers know best.

"Yer plain daft boy, if ye think tha' just 'cause a lass is outa her mind tha' she ain't a good one ta keep 'round,"

"Right," he stood, "I'm gonna go fer a walk, mum, don' wait up,"

"Ah'll be headin' off ta bed then,"

"Alright mum," he kissed her forehead as he left.

The cool night air of the desert felt good after a long day of war and it was nice to be able to walk his property without the threat of a spy popping up or a stray missile blowing him to smithereens. He climbed to the top of a rather high rock and relaxed back on his elbows to stare up at the sky.

"Oh Jane," he sighed, "Why did ja have ta take the deal, lad?"