You're My Mommy No Matter What
"Listen, Spike," Twilight Sparkle bellowed from within her castle, "you live under my roof, you listen to me!" She glared over at the baby purple dragon, her eyes narrow, wings outstretched, like a mad butcher about to cut its meat.
"And here we go again! You say this everytime!" Spike shouted and gritted his teeth. He and Twilight had been arguing all morning and all the way through to evening. Twilight had said how he never helped around the castle. He apparently always had his nose deep in a comic, or making somepony laugh by doing something random; he wasn't Pinkie Pie!
Spike knew damn well that he worked hard. He always helped others before helping himself, because that's what a loyal dragon is supposed to do; he may have been even more loyal than Rainbow Dash. It annoyed him to the bitter core when Twilight would rant about him making a mess, which he would clean up, or not paying attention to her when guests came over to visit. Celestia, what he would give to live by himself. He tried doing it once, the one who raised him just let him leave, without so much as a goodbye.
"Twilight, I do so much for you," Spike continued, his voice softening a little, "the least you could do for me is show some respect. Yeah, I mean, sure, you're the one who owns this castle, but you make me work my scales off to clean up your mess! I want it to stop!" His calmness was short lived when his anger came back with fire. "You treat me like a slave, nothing like a friend, or a child that I am! If you really loved me, you'd stop throwing all of this hard labour onto my back!"
The Princess of Friendship took a step back, her eyes dilated and softened for a moment. Her own child had just spoke to her, as if she were but dirt on the bottom of his paw. Had she really been treating Spike like this...? She pondered to herself, No. No, she was right and Spike was wrong. He was probably just saying what he said to make her pity him.
Twilight shook her head and her mouth formed back into its snarl. Something deep inside her began to burn. Her blood started to boil as she rose her head. As she opened her mouth, a blasting noise came out; she was speaking in the Royal Canterlot Voice. "How dare you! I am your mother, I raised you from a hatchling! You have no right to speak to me like th-"
"You're not my mother and you never will be!" Spike screamed as his face become flooded with his own tears. "If you're just going to treat me this way, I guess I might as well leave. It seems like you don't want me here. Well guess what... I don't want to be here! I never want to see you or this cesspool of a castle again."
With that said, Spike turned around and ran down marble corridor as fast as his little feet could carry him. He wiped his red and green eyes as he continued running, a trail of tears following him. When he finally made it to the front door, he exited the castle, slamming the door behind him. An almighty noise echoed throughout the princess's castle, knocking Twilight back into reality. She gasped and looked down, a single tear rolling down her lavender cheek.
She bowed her head in shame and whispered softly, "Spike... I'm so sorry." Her wings drooped as she slowly walked to her chambers, her mind being paraded with guilt and regret.
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Later that evening
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Spike was stumbling around the streets of Ponyville, his lips smothered in sprinkles and frosting. He had gone to Sugarcube Corner to clear his mind from what happened that day. It was plainly obvious that he wanted to forget about him and Twilight arguing as he had ordered three cups of black coffee and six doughnuts with extra sprinkles. It must have worked, as the purple dragon was giggling and was not keeping an eye on where he was going.
"Oof!" Spike grunted as he tripped on a step, his chin hitting the cold surface hard. He looked up and felt his eye's widen and his jaw gape open. It was Crystal Castle: Twilight was in there. He gulped as he imagined how furious she'd be when she got her hooves on him.
"I guess . . . now is better than never." He bit down on his lip and wiped his face clean before walking up the stairs. Dozens of thoughts ran through his mind, mainly things about what he said. He never meant it, any of it. Shaking the thought away, he slowly opened the castle door. The small dragon found himself shaking in fear as the creak of the door echoed down the corridor.
Spike was welcomed by a chilling feeling as he entered the building. All the lights were out; the only light that was provided was the beams being emitted from Princess Luna's moon. He held his claws tightly together, looking left and right, trying to find Twilight Sparkle. Mommy... he thought to himself as he kept walking, I'm sorry for what I said to you.
Eventually, Spike had made it to Twilight's chambers. He had never felt so nervous. Just behind those doors lay a sobbing mare that had done so much for him. She raised, fed him, clothed him, cleaned him... It was time for him to repay her the favour. Though what he had to say probably meant nothing to her, it was worth a shot.
With his heart in this throat, the baby dragon entered the bedroom, beads of sweat falling down his neck. "T-Twilight," He stammered as he quietly shut the door behind him. "I'm . . . I'm back." He walked over to the side of the bed, his eyes wide and almost already on the brink of crying.
The mare must have not heard him, as her sobbing seemed to continue. "Just go, Spike," Twilight said hoarsely. "You said it yourself, you didn't want to see me again." She buried her face back into the pillows and resumed her crying.
"No, no, Twilight," Spike said as he clambered onto the bed, the alicorn pulling the bed sheets over her head. "I do want to see you, I was just angry. I . . . I couldn't control myself and I'm sorry." He sniffled loudly as he tried to hold back his tears.
Twilight sat up and turned sharply towards him, face red and wet. "Oh, spare me your apologising. What you said was true. I'm not your mother, I never have been. Even if I were, I'd be a terrible one, which I am now."
"You're not, Mom, don't say that!" He gasped and covered his mouth. Did I just call her Mom...?
"What did you just call me?" Twilight asked, wiping her eyes with her wing.
"I . . . I called you mom. I called you mom because that's who you are. You're my mommy." He turned and faced away from Twilight, he then hung his legs over the bed as he sat down. "I never believed you to be one, even from a hatchling, but now I see that I was wrong."
"Spike, what are you trying to say?"
"I'm saying that you're my mother. You raised me, made me the dragon I am today, the one you see before you. I never saw this, I just took you for granted and that was foolish. I want you to know that all the fights we've had, they were almost never directed at you; even when they were, I should have never shouted at you." By now, tears were continuously falling down Spike's face.
"Oh, Spike!" Twilight picked up the crying baby dragon in an aura of purple magic and lay him down next to her, wrapping him in her wings. "Don't place the blame on yourself. It's my fault for always being too hard on you."
Spike shook his head in protest. "You weren't too hard on me--you were just telling me what to do and how to behave if I was naughty." He looked deep into her eyes and felt somewhat comforted, like all of his troubles would disappear. "I guess we're both in the wrong, huh?"
"Yeah, I guess, but I still feel awf-"
"Please, don't be like that, Twilight," Spike said, cutting her off. "Sure, we'll argue a lot, and there's probably a chance that we'll still argue in the future. You can't feel awful if we both know that it's going to happen again one day. It doesn't matter if we argue as mother and child, or Twilight and Spike; what does matter is that we should stop it as much as we can."
Twilight tightened her grasp around Spike and shut her eyes. "You're right, Spike, you're right. And I want you to know that I'll love you no matter happens to us." She smiled and kissed her child on the forehead softly.
"And I'll love you too, you're my Mommy no matter what, Twilight." Spike hugged his mother tightly, his crying subsiding. "I'm just sorry we argue so much."
"Me too, but let's just forgive and forget, okay?" Spike nodded and Twilight felt her happiness come back, it was if it had a disappeared for a hundred moons. "Good," she continued, resting her chin on Spike's head, "I love you, Spike."
"I love you too, Mommy." Spike nestled into his mother's fur. Both smiling and sighing, holding one another in each others embrace. Though different in blood, both knew that they were family at heart.
~The End
Author's Note
This is to all of the Mums, Dads, Brothers and Sisters out there. Family can be difficult, sometimes you want to be near them every second, other times you want to be miles away from them. But no matter how far you are apart, you always be together at heart. I had no intentions of making that rhyme. 
Anyways, I hope y'all enjoyed this little fic. It would really mean a lot to me if you liked, faved and commented on this (well it's your choice, guys). Anyways, as always, you're all amazing and I love each and every one of you. 
~Arian Blaze, out. 
