A/N: Someone, I forget who - sorry!, asked for a Paric baby-fic. Unfortunately, babies and Paric just don't mix for me but I was chatting with Secrets4theunderground who suggested this premise. It didn't end up being as long as I hoped but - who knows? - maybe Alphonse will show up again. HUGE thank you to Secrets4theunderground for providing invaluable encouragement and I apologise for the lame title...Anyways, hope you enjoy!

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Big Brother Steps In

"So, please, don't try to stop me, either of you."

Eric stared at Sookie in disbelief as she backed away from him and Bill.

Stop her? He had half a mind to rip her head off.

He'd been willing to give up his life to save her and she was just going to walk away? It didn't even matter that she had rejected Bill at the same moment, all he could think about was how much had sacrificed for her and how she was throwing it all away.

As the door closed behind her Eric felt a sharp stab of pain, deeper than even he had been anticipating.

Until he realised that it wasn't his own pain he was feeling, but Pam's.

Momentarily forgetting about Sookie, he sought Pam through their bond. He wasn't surprised to find that she'd blocked him but he was surprised by the depth of despair that he could still feel from her.

"She's crying," Bill whispered, breaking the silence.

Eric blinked, dimly he could hear Sookie weeping as she walked away from the house, but he couldn't focus on that right now.

"Get out of my sight before I kill you."

He'd meant the words in the heat of the moment, but he hadn't considered that she might believe them. Some of her pain eased and he realised someone was comforting her, jealousy flared in his chest at the thought of her seeking comfort in the arms of another.

He stood up, he had to find her.

Bill stopped him with a hand on his shoulder as he started towards the door, "It's for the best, Eric," he said softly, "we should honour her request."

Eric turned on him, fangs bared, "She's mine, Bill," he snarled, striding towards the door.

Moving at vampire speed, Bill blocked the doorway, "Sookie doesn't belong to either of us," he snarled, baring his own fangs, "leave her be."

"What the f*ck does Sookie have to do with Pam?" Eric snapped.

"What?" Bill asked, looking completely flummoxed.

Eric blinked, suddenly realising his error, "I'm not going after Sookie you idiot," he explained in as level tone as he could muster, "I have to find Pam."

Before Bill could comment, Eric had pushed him aside and left the house. Moving at vampire speed it didn't take him long to reach Fangtasia.

He skidded to a stop as he took in the destruction of his office, a whimper caught his attention and followed the noise to find Pam wrapped in the arms of another vampire.

"Alphonse," Eric snarled.

The vampire, who looked like he wasn't much more than eight years old, looked up and shot Eric a smile without any warmth, "Hello brother."

Eric bared his fangs, "What are you doing here?" he demanded, his anger rising as Pam made no attempt extricate herself from the other vampire's embrace. If anything, she curled further into it.

Alphonse raised both of his eyebrows, "Isn't it obvious? I'm here because Pam needs me. We share common blood, I've felt her pain for days," he cocked his head to the side speculatively, "where were you?" he challenged.

Eric growled, noting how Pam stiffened at the sound, "That is not your concern," he ground out, "but I'm here now, so you can leave."

Alphonse shot him a half smile, "I'll leave," he said blithely, sounding like the child he once was, "when Pam wants me to."

Eric bit back another snarl at his words, "Pamela?" he asked finally, calming himself with an effort and looking down at her expectantly.

Pam looked up at him for the first time and he winced to see the bloody tears that stained her cheeks. His next question died on his lips, he couldn't ask her to tell his brother to leave. Not when he was clearly giving her the comfort she so badly needed.

The comfort that he was no longer sure he had the right to give or that she would accept were he to offer it.

He met Alphonse's triumphant gaze, "I hate you."

Alphonse looked completely unconcerned, "Sticks and stones, brother."