**A/N:  So…this is the last Part of BNP.  I don’t know about you guys, but it’s been a hell of a ride for me.  What started out as a one-shot ended up 39,878 words long (including ANs cause I’m too lazy to subtract those).   Same general rules apply in this final Part – Sookie isn’t necessarily the most linear thinker, but she’s come a long way, bay’be.  Eric’s in the Part, too (*smug grin*).  After this at some point in the near-to-far future I’ll polish and post the outtake.  Please ignore any/all mistakes – I should probably have gone over this one more time but wanted to get it on out to y’all.  For now, enjoy!**

Sookie rolled over and gazed at the fine features of the Viking dayresting by her side.  The dim light coming from the partially open bathroom door cast a soft light on his beloved features.

Even now she couldn’t believe he was there…or that she was “there”, either.

She smiled.

As seemed to be the case with “all things Eric”, once he had come back into her life things had sped forward at an inhuman clip.

He was the embodiment of glorious pandemonium, and she wouldn’t change a thing about him.

Sookie remembered with more clarity than she liked how at one time she would have resented her Viking’s ability to turn her entire world upside-down.

Now, though… Now she knew that his “chaos” was actually far better organized than she’d realized.

He still turned her world upside-down and probably always would, but she didn’t mind – there was thought to his actions, thoughts and planning and a knowledge of the world and the way it worked that he had and she didn’t.

Sometimes she liked his plans and sometimes, in the past at least, she hadn’t, but Eric was smart and his plans no matter how far-fetched always had at least some sort of reasoning behind them.

His muscular shoulders, visible above the bed coverings, were broad enough to handle the problems he so willingly chose to bear, and his hands, although she couldn’t see them as one was under his head and the other was behind her waist, were more than big and strong enough to handle whatever came their way.

She truly couldn’t think of a single thing she would change about him even if she could.

Well, maybe his tendency toward over-protectiveness, but even that was simply one of the countless ways he showed that he cared.

Case in point… She smiled to herself as she remembered how earlier that morning – well before the sun’s rising – he had encouraged her to fall asleep far earlier than she’d wanted to.

There had been no way to avoid succumbing to the magic in his hands when he struck with the massage routine…a fact he gleefully employed in his “make Sookie go to sleep” schemes.

She hadn’t wanted to go to sleep. She’d wanted to stay up and, even though he was holding out the goods on her where sex was concerned so that wasn’t an option just yet, sit on his lap and listen to the sound of his voice as he told her about adventures from his past.

Until they could recreate some of their sexy times from his amnesia nights, being cuddled on his lap with her ear resting against his chest as he spoke of long-ago exploits, journeys, and insane characters that he’d known ‘way back when’ was the best thing ever.

He enjoyed these times, too. She could tell from the bright excitement in his eyes and the tone of his voice as he relived glorious “good old nights” with someone he knew adored him as much as he adored her.

But come four in the morning and ugh – bedtime for Sookie. Eric was still convinced that she needed healthful pampering and that “early nights” were a part of a beneficial caretaking agenda.

According to his over-protective Viking self, she still needed to bake in the sun every non-rainy midday, now didn’t she, which meant she couldn’t sleep all through the day, now could she?  So it was early to bed for her…

Try as she might, he still didn’t quite believe that she was fully well yet even after having willingly taken his blood on her first night away from Dr. Ludwig’s hospital.


She smirked a little – she had shocked him when she had offered to make it a mutual bonding, and she could tell that he had come so close to accepting her offer, but in the end he hadn’t so much declined as postponed a bonding between them.

Despite the tenting in his pants and the fire in his eyes and the fangs suddenly appearing in his mouth, he had explained she had spent more than nine years in a state of chaos caused by both her emotions and her fairy-light, and that he wanted her to have a chance to get comfortable within her own self before taking any major steps, even with him.

Sookie blinked away the mist in her eyes at his consideration.

As impatient as she was with both his wish to wait and with his over-protectiveness – he still sneakily inspected her dinner and late-night supper plates to make sure that there were at least three color groups on it…there was no telling where he had come up with that dietary rule – she didn’t mind.

Not really.

Although he now more than understood what had caused her reaction to him during his visit to her home, the look in his eyes during the only time he had discussed it at length had been more than enough to let him have his too-careful way with her, at least for now.

She also figured that even he needed some time to come to terms with everything that had happened between them in both the far past and the more recent past.

It constantly amazed her that Eric had put his entire life on hold to be with her. With his globe-trotting ways she’d have thought he’d have been bored to death with how things were going since he’d showed up on her doorstep, but apparently not.

He had pretty much been by her side since she’d been released from the hospital a week ago and he didn’t seem to be in any sort of hurry to leave, either.

All things considered, taking it slow wasn’t a big deal, not when she knew they were both in it for the long haul.

She gazed at his beloved face from his forehead to the dip in his chin. He had his head resting on his folded arm as he “slept” on his side, and his hair fell across his forehead. His features were softened and more boyish in his daysleep, and he wore the look well.

His arm was heavy about her waist, her body having simply moved under it when she’d turned over. The weight was comforting, steadying in the security it somehow provided.

It was almost overwhelming how much had changed since she’d left the area so long before, but even more so were the changes since that night less than a month ago when Eric had first come to see her.

Sookie couldn’t imagine being without him now, didn’t want to. Even though she’d had absolutely no plans to ever return to Louisiana, now that she was back and in the arms of the one she loved the most, leaving simply wasn’t a thought.

She was fine right where she was, thank you very much…even if she was living in one of the Queen of Louisiana’s royal residences.

Home…home was in Eric’s arms, even if “home” was temporarily Queen Pam’s big ol’ house.

A snicker escaped her lips when she remembered the conversation in the hospital when she’d found out that Pam was now a queen.

“Wait…back up, what? Did you just say that Pam, your Pam, is now the freakin’ Queen of freakin’ Louisiana?” Sookie couldn’t have been more shocked if she’d tried.

Eric had smiled, smirked more like, then quirked that brow of his. Any concern he might have had over her reaction was very well hidden.

“Yes,” he had then regally nodded his head, “I’m Maker to the Most High and Mighty and Well-Shod Queen that Louisiana has ever known.”

Sookie had dropped her hands onto the bed on either side of her legs and gaped at Eric for a long minute.

“How in the hell did that happen?”

She could just see Pam being the queeniest queen who ever queened all too clearly.

Eric had carefully watched her expressions as they danced across her face when he told her all that had led up to Pam taking over the state. He was immensely gratified that regardless of their history, Sookie seemed not only pleased for Pam, but proud of her, too.

Sookie had blinked a couple of times as she digested all the information. She’d made sure to appear properly impressed at the right times, and true to her nature she had been. Of course she’d been glad that Pam had stepped in so quickly to help her Maker; that part hadn’t actually surprised her, but it was still a lot to process…

“Just…just tell me this,” she’d finally asked. “How pink is her Palace?”

Eric had coughed to muffle his bark of laughter then suggested rather blandly, “You can find out when you’re free to leave here.”

At first Sookie hadn’t believed that Pam had actually invited her, the telepathic Sookie she had loved hating, to live in the same state with her, much less in one of her “royal residences”, but the blonde vampire had.

It had taken Eric several conversations to convince Sookie that Pam truly did mean for her to stay there with him and that she was more than willing to provide for her “human comforts”.

After all, Pam was the reason they were together.

That story had made her head spin, and she was still surprised that Pam honestly meant for her to live in that “royal” house in Shreveport with Eric.

By the time Dr. Ludwig had given her the all-clear to leave, Eric’s permanent suite and the empty one next to it had been combined into one enormous wing, and there wasn’t a single hint of pink to be found anywhere.

Direct access to a private balcony for sunbathing just off a daytime living area had even been built in for the fairy who still needed regular access to the sun and who would be active during the daylight hours.

A small army of Weres was ready at a moment’s notice to pack up Sookie’s home in Yuma – all they needed were her permission and the keys.

A supe chef knowledgeable in the food restrictions of the Fae had been brought in and she was already in the process of creating a separate kitchen for herself offside the regulation “royal” kitchen.

Pam, even while holding court in New Orleans, didn’t do things by halves.

That she was so willing to allow her Maker to move the one person she liked least on the planet into her own home wasn’t the most surprising thing that Sookie discovered, however.

It was that Pam had bought her house.

That seemed to be becoming a family tradition of sorts. Sookie had to wonder if Pam ever made a child of her own whether that child would also end up buying her house at some nebulous point in the future.

What Eric hadn’t told Sookie was that his progeny hadn’t honestly thought about Sookie in years beyond the bare necessity.  During the hand-off of the deed from a smug Pam to an honestly shocked Eric, several truths and the full story had emerged.

At that time, Pam actually been glad that the telepath had pulled a runner.

Later, though, when her new Second, Jessica, had told her about the old house coming on the market, Pam had taken it upon herself to snap it up before subsequently glamouring Jason, who reeked of stale women and whiskey, to stop with the fucking and the drinking and get the hell out of the area. He could find himself a decent job working on the rigs for all she cared just so long as he got the hell out. From what she knew the brat had always managed to find trouble with both hands, so the area would be better off without him.

If she had accidentally paid almost double what the old pile of decaying wood was worth, well, that was fine too. Expediency was worth the price and so on…

The house was worth it to Pam because, in her mind, it was still Eric’s, at least that’s what she’d told herself when she’d had the contractors all-but take it apart and put it back together again. She’d known that he’d want it at some point because of some memories or something or whatever.

Her Maker would have a marshmallow for a heart, wouldn’t he?

When she had presented Eric with the deed in his name, he had simply wrapped his arms around Pam and thanked her.  Pam had flown back to New Orleans as if gifting her Maker with his ex- and current girlfriend’s house was an everynight occurrence.

Immediately thereafter Eric had called his lawyer to have the deed transferred back into Sookie’s name, and had presented it to her astonished face the very next evening.

It was good to be the Queen’s Maker…and one of the richest, most powerful vampires on the planet.

Sookie remembered sitting there in the den, Eric on one knee before her, and staring in shock at the envelope in her hands. Jason, it seemed, had had her declared dead and as the next of kin had inherited everything…including the house.

The real estate agent handling the sale had disclosed to Pam’s agent that the seller simply couldn’t face the memories and wanted to sell fast.

Privately neither Sookie nor Eric thought that was the complete truth, but neither voiced their suspicions, and Eric certainly didn’t bring up Pam’s meeting with her brother at the house after the sale had gone through.

Either way, Sookie was glad that if anyone had to buy her family home it had been someone who would do so for Eric.

Since moving into the residence with her Viking, Sookie hadn’t actually seen Pam, not even once, and that seemed to suit both of them fine. Neither held an active animosity toward the other now but neither wanted to “rush things”, either.

Jessica was a different story, though. While they weren’t close yet, the two were slowly forming a friendship of sorts…it would just take time.

She’d staked the redhead’s Maker, after all.

Jessica had told her during their first hug that she understood why Sookie had done it, had admitted that she, herself, wouldn’t have had the heart to do it, but that it might take her a while to get over it.

Sookie didn’t doubt that she would.

Jessica had been the one who had told Pam about Bill getting Sookie to stake him. Pam for reasons no one ever knew hadn’t chosen to reveal this information to Eric…who had unfortunately overheard Jessica’s inadvertent revelation when the redhead had been talking to Sookie.

Eric…had been furious.

Sookie would have sworn the temperature in the room had fallen twenty degrees as his expression changed from polite patience to barely controlled fury.

It had never occurred to her that he hadn’t known of Bill’s cowardly request or of her eventual compliance…

Barely a minute later Jessica had wisely excused herself and, once alone, he had immediately gathered Sookie into his arms.

A long while later his snarls had finally subsided enough for her to tell him about that time, that cold, horrible time in her past, and how it had led to her flight from the area.  He had held her close during her halting tale, had wiped tear after tear and rubbed countless circles on her back as he encouraged her to purge her soul.

Even now at odd times growls would come from his chest and a certain fire would light his eyes. She suspected it would be a long time coming before that stopped, too.

She couldn’t blame him – she had a nice long list of things she’d like to do to Bill herself if she could bring his slimy ass back.

Willa, she suspected, would gladly help her.

Eric’s dark-haired progeny had visited her in the hospital a time or three and had proven to be an easy-going, laid-back visitor. At first glance, other than Eric they had nothing in common, not really, but both were polite Southern women with backbones a lot stronger than they were credited with having.

Their backgrounds were vastly different because of finances and opportunities, but their upbringings and the changes in their lives because of the supernatural were oddly similar, and that provided them with a mutual foundation beyond the tall, blond Northman.

Sookie would be eternally grateful for Willa’s unexpected hand in getting her back with Eric, and made sure the vampire knew it.

After catching the brunette’s wistful gaze directed at the Maker she still wasn’t quite comfortable around, Sookie decided to give her new friend a hand of her own.  She certainly hadn’t missed the wistful look in her Eric’s eyes when he had lightly discussed his lack of relationship with his  youngest child.

While in the hospital and ensuring that Eric was present as always, she’d asked Willa to tell her in detail how she’d found her, and afterward had allowed herself to “doze off” so that the Maker and the Progeny might have some time together.

If the same happened again two nights later when Willa visited again, no one said anything. Sookie had already secured Willa’s willingness to visit with her once she moved into “the residence”, so her “nap” was once again well timed…as was the next one.

During the conversation on the second night after she and Eric had moved in, Willa had revealed to both of them that Pam had taken the initiative of sending glamoured humans to “DustyZona” to basically spy on Sookie and gather her life and job information.

According to Willa and whispered to them only under the strictest of confidences, Pam had taken a step back to see how happy Eric actually was in his current life…and hadn’t been pleased with the obvious conclusion.

Her Maker needed a little Telepath in his life.


Apparently a portion of the staff had to be replaced the following night.

Willa had then whispered to both Sookie and Eric that Pam had most reluctantly been almost proud of how well “that fucking little fairy” had done for herself.

Eric had been torn between anger and humor until Sookie had laughed so hard she had to visit the toilet.

The next night Willa had taken her aside “to show the telepath her quarters” as a way of having a private conversation. She had then confessed to Sookie that she didn’t really hold anything against Eric now, that she in fact felt a little bad for the guy after learning everything he’d been going through during the time of her Turning.

She just wasn’t sure how to form any kind of relationship with him now.

Willa had been surprised by Sookie’s spontaneous hug, and the two had sat and chatted for over an hour. During that time Sookie had made several suggestions about how to get closer to Eric, mentioning at one point how Eric was a secret hugger, that he liked fast cars and and mocking reality tv, and that he had a not so secret appreciation for medieval woodcarvings. In turn Sookie had quizzed Willa on Pam’s newfound tolerance for her telepathic self, and their hour passed quickly.

The thought of Pam being so reluctantly impressed still brought a smile to her face.

As her gaze lingered on Eric’s long lashes, she thought about her old life in Yuma, her business…and wondered just how much of a hand he’d had to play in Misty’s willingness to split that business.

She knew he would do anything, literally anything, to make her life easier, to remove any possible worry or stress from her life, so she wouldn’t put it past him to…well, something.

Whatever…if he wanted to do things to make it so that he worried less about her, she wouldn’t cut up stiff anymore like she used to.  Not interfering with his desire to help her would be just one of the many things she would do to make his life easier.

Consideration went both ways, she’d finally learned.

While she would never be a doormat, she wouldn’t be a recalcitrant ostrich anymore, either. They both deserved better than that.

Besides, she’d be seeing Misty in a week, anyway. Her co-owner had some commitments to tend to then she was taking a week off to come see Sookie and together they would scope out the Shreveport scene.

Because Shreveport needed another caterer, she thought with a snort. Well, if Eric had anything to say about it, it did…

Shreveport…well, it wasn’t Bon Temps…seemed like another country when compared to Bon Temps at that.

Since her return to the area, she’d made some discoveries, many of which she wasn’t sure how she felt about.

Well, she was pretty sure she knew how she felt about Jason.

Come to find out, about a year or so after she left, he had sold their Gran’s house, made some improvements on his own house, then rented it out to one of his buddies and left the area to work on a rig somewhere in the Gulf.

The fact he had sold the house bothered her even though she realized he’d had every right after the way she’d up and left.

The fact he’d left the area and, according to Eric who had been the one to tell her everything, was apparently doing pretty well for himself was good, though. She wished him every success but felt no need at the present time to look him up.

Reconnections could wait. She had things, and a Viking, to do in the meantime.

She glanced down at his lips. That was if he ever decided that she was well enough…

Naturally she felt a bit badly for Misty, felt as though she’d left her in the lurch, but returning even to close her house, much less her part of the business, was not an option.

Besides, the woman needed a break anyway. With her personality, maybe she and Pam…Sookie grinned.

Pam had done her a good turn, and turn about was fair play. Misty…well, it wasn’t like they weren’t both gorgeous, successful, opinionated, single and lookin’…and the creation of another division of Tasty Morsels in Shreveport would naturally require several visits…

Eric would have been slightly terrified if he’d seen the smile that now graced his Sookie’s lips as she made up her mind to officially meet-n-greet the Queen of Louisiana within the next couple of nights.

She knew they would never become friends, that common civility was the best they could honestly hope for, but they both had one huge force of nature in common: Eric.

Somehow Sookie knew that the main thing Pam held against her was worry for Eric’s safety and all the ways his involvement with the telepath could cause him grief.

She just needed Pam to know that those worries were no longer valid.

It might take a while, ok, a long while, for Pam to see that things were different now, but heck, she wasn’t going anywhere.

She looked at Eric’s sculpted chest.

Nowhere except crazy, maybe.

She looked quickly away and noticed the time. In about an hour she would be having her second meeting with the therapist Dr. Ludwig had suggested.

The woman, Dr. Thibodeaux, was a full Were and one of the nicest, most unassuming yet most insightful people Sookie had ever met.

Both Ludwig and Eric had stressed to her that she absolutely must feel completely comfortable with the person she talked to, that if she had any qualms whatsoever no one would take offense and that there were several others she could meet and innumerable others who could be brought in over time, but she had liked the lady the first time she’d met her at the hospital.

They hadn’t had a session that evening – evening so that Eric could inspect her, naturally. Their first session had taken place on the sunny balcony, and it had been as hard as Sookie had thought it would be.

Hard, but good.

This time she knew to bring a box of tissues.

As she reluctantly rose from the bed, she, also reluctantly, pulled the covers over Eric’s prone body. With a pat to his mighty fine ass, she went to the closet.

Between Willa and, considering some of the outfits she’d found in there, she suspected Pam too, the large space was crammed full of every type of clothing she could possibly ever need. There was a separate closet for shoes, purses, jackets, coats as if she would ever need them, and bags.

After lunch, and then the session during which the tissues had been needed, under the now overcast sky, she returned to their sleeping quarters, stripped down to her birthday suit, and slid into the bed.

Just because Eric was determined to wait didn’t mean she’d make it easy on him.

She situated herself back into the “little spoon” position and hauled Eric’s heavy arm back over her waist, and waited.

Eric was right, she had discussed with the therapist, in wanting to wait at least a little while before mutually bonding with her.

While she didn’t discuss his wanting to wait about sex and how much she was against that plan of non-action since she didn’t consider that any of the therapist’s business, she felt comfortable discussing just about everything else with the woman.

Her head was on straighter now than ever, and she did need this time to get used to herself.

She had survived terrible things, she had seen and done terrible things, and it would take her a while to feel settled in her bones and then in her new life, but she would get there.

Some things would just take…time.

Even the idea of going out at night still caused what she now knew to be an anxiety attack.

Eric had flown her to their new residence; that part hadn’t been difficult to bear at all.  She was in the strong arms of the one who loved her most – how could she fear anything just then?

But later, on her second night in their rooms, when he had asked her if she wanted to go out and eat, maybe go somewhere since she hadn’t been any place for fun in weeks…that had brought on an entirely different reaction that she still couldn’t explain.

She’d felt her skin starting to crawl and her heart speeding up and she felt as though she couldn’t bring enough air into her body to count.   Her chest hurt and her head hurt and she squeezed her eyes so tight they hurt, too, but when she opened them…

When she opened them the look on Eric’s face had made her want to get hold of herself, that she was freaking him out and that’s not what she wanted to do but she just couldn’t stop and the thought of going out at night – at night in the dark around people, people who weren’t…people who might…

He had scooped her up into his arms and blurred them through their rooms to their bedroom, and the next thing she knew they were in the middle of that huge, lovely bed and he had her in his lap and he was rubbing her back and humming into her ear where it rested against his chest.

His words from that night still burned her heart with their love and understanding.

“There will come a time,” he had started whispering after her breathing and heart rate had calmed somewhat but the shaking hadn’t quite stopped, but then his voice had broke.

He tried again although his voice hadn’t been much steadier.

“There will come a time when the thought of going out with me at night will fill you with joy and anticipation.”  He paused, then said with more confidence, “There will come a time when we will make plans and do things that will bring a smile to your face and a light to your eye, and it is ok that now is not yet that time.  We will get through this.”

He had stopped speaking to tilt her chin up until she was looking into his eyes, and the fire within them had warmed her soul.

“We will get through this.”

His determination was so deep and so strong that she’d had no choice but to believe him, and later that same evening he had taken her flying.

And he had taken her flying once again the next night, and then the next.  So far they hadn’t landed anywhere, he hadn’t even suggested doing so, but she had a sneaking suspicion that when they inevitably did, she would be fine with it, well, so long as he was with her.

That afternoon she had discussed the situation with the therapist who had reminded her that while many anxieties had an easily recognizable root cause, many didn’t, and that at least for now it was fine if she had no idea exactly why she was afraid of going out at night.

Stressing over it would do her no good.  Instead, suggested the therapist, she was to enjoy her outings with Eric, and simply breathe.

Sookie knew she wasn’t well yet, knew that there were no sudden cures for non-physical problems, but she took faith in knowing that she wasn’t as broken now, either.

Time had helped, sure, but the process of “getting well” took effort and thought and dealing with things she didn’t want to deal with but would because the end result was worth it.

She was worth it.

Her future with Eric was worth it.

A soft scoff escaped as she considered buying stock in the tissue company.  She just knew it would take more tears to cleanse the pain from her psyche, but she could do that.

She was strong, she was durable, and she was determined.

So, with a sigh Sookie decided to stop worrying about it that weird fear of the night.  Eric had big shoulders and big hands – he could handle helping her get over it.  And as long as she was able to fly with him, that part of the night, the night sky above in all its glory, had no limits.

Softly and easily Sookie drifted off to sleep with memories dancing through her mind of being in Eric’s strong arms as they floated far above the city.


This is the only intermission…make it count.  Somebody pass me some popcorn?  Maybe a coffee?  I could go for some steamed crab legs with salty melted butter…  Ummmm…butter…



Eric woke the way he always did: instantly and in complete control of himself.

After automatically scoping his surroundings and physical state of being the way his Maker had taught him so long ago, he allowed himself the luxury of sensing the warm, soft woman whose body was tucked so sweetly into his own.

Sookie…sweet, strong, Sookie…

His blood in her veins made accessing her overall condition easy, and he could tell she was sleeping soundly if not too deeply.  He could detect no pain, no distress, only  peace, and was pleased.

A moment later he inhaled his first breath upon waking, and realized his mistake instantly.  The sun-warmed scent from her skin filled his body with a fire that went straight to his cock.

He cursed as his black silk boxers tented at light-speed.

Ah fuck…

He clenched his jaw and ground his teeth, and when he tensed his stomach, he froze.

A few extremely subtle shifts later verified what he feared – his Sookie was completely naked in his arms.

That… little… vixen…

If she had any idea how much restraint he had been using to be near her without dragging her off to his bed…without covering her soft, pliant body with his own and…

He tightened every muscle in his body and counted to 10,000 before daring to relax.

He’d realized of course that she was becoming frustrated with his apparent “no sex” policy, and while he was naturally pleased that she wanted him, it truly was not his intention drive her crazy.


What he wanted…what he needed was a return to that closeness they’d shared during the time he’d had amnesia.

That time held a precious place in his memory and he wanted it back so badly he ached for it.

Before then he hadn’t known such an intimacy had been possible, and afterward…afterward everything had been so fucked up that a return had been impossible.

Now…now he wanted her with the furious burning of a thousand suns and there was no way she could miss his near-constant erections, but before he allowed himself the bliss of her body, he wanted that…that warmth back, that connection with her heart that had meant so much to him…but only later when it was too late.

They had once been so close, and fuck he wanted that back before he gave into the glorious temptation and made her scream his name.

There would only be one more “first time” for them and by Odin he wanted it to be right.

He wasn’t sure what exactly he was waiting on but he knew he’d know it when he felt it.

…if she didn’t drive him batshit crazy in the meantime.

When she’d claimed him in the hospital, and he knew it for the claiming it was, he’d come so close…he clenched his fists in memory…but he’d known she wasn’t ready, not then.

She needed time to get to know herself now, to know who she was now and find peace with her past and strength to look forward to her future.

Although his body still hadn’t calmed down, he was now in much better control of most of his reactions and could enjoy the sunny scent of her skin.

As he dipped his nose into her hair, he wondered how her second meeting with the therapist that afternoon had gone.  He hadn’t pressed her for details about her first meeting and had known she hadn’t told him everything that had been discussed when she’d voluntarily talked to him about it, but since her overall being had felt more peaceful than not when he’d checked their bond, he certainly hadn’t pressed the issue.

She was doing well, he had to give her credit.

His fear for her health was slowly easing although he couldn’t imagine a time in the future when he wouldn’t be paying attention to what she ate or did or how she felt or if she was well-rested or…

Her acceptance of his admittedly over-protective actions had surprised and pleased him.  Once upon a time she would have thrown fits worthy of the brattiest of toddlers, but now she accepted his actions as proof of his love and adoration with admirable maturity and tolerance.

With a smirk he wondered how much longer he could get away with it.

Abruptly his expression sobered when he recalled her slight regression several nights ago.  It had broken his heart, but he’d already known to expect something of the sort.  But just because he’d expected it didn’t mean he’d…expected it.

The memory still made his heart feel sore.

After she’d met with and approved of Dr. Thibodeaux, he had taken the mind doctor aside for a chat while Ludwig had spoken with Sookie, and he had asked the woman what to expect and how he could best help his Sookie to continue improving.

It hadn’t even galled him all that much to ask what he could do to help simply because it concerned the well-being of the most important person in his life.

After their chat, the doctor had given him her numbers and email address and had gladly invited him to send her any questions he might have as they came up, and after Sookie’s breakdown about going out at night, he had done so.

To his eternal relief she had approved of his actions at the time and had gone on to give him some pointers about what to do if, or sadly when, it happened again.  When he had suggested to the doctor that he take his Sookie flying in the night sky, her abundant approval had been a slight balm to that frustrated part of himself that resented his inability to solve all his Sookie’s problems.

While he would gladly take the burden she suffered and carry it within himself, he knew that no such thing was possible.  No matter how much he wanted to help, this was a battle she would have to face and fight until she won it.  He would be by her side, however, at every point along the way.  If she needed someone to give her strength, he would very gladly give her his.  If she needed someone to lean on, he would be there.

The only thing he couldn’t do was fight this for her, and it burned a hole through his gut that he couldn’t, but at least she gracefully accepted the help he could give.

He exhaled.

One of the hardest parts thus far had been stopping himself from sending her too much calm, strength, or comfort through their bond.  He knew she had to feel the things she felt so she could learn how best to manage and control those feelings, but he didn’t have to like it.  He would provide her with only enough of what she absolutely needed to get passed the worst part then he would send only the usual warmth and love.

So far it had worked, and they had been lucky.  He had thoroughly enjoyed taking his Sookie up into his arms and lazily gliding around in the midnight peace above the city.

If he had slipped a bit of joy and exhilaration to his beloved during their first flight, that was fine, too.  By their third flight she hadn’t needed it.

He was sure she wasn’t aware of their ever-widening, and ever-lowering, path, but according to the strong attention he kept on their bond she seemed perfectly fine with their ventures.

His arm involuntarily closed around her waist and pulled her closer into his welcoming body as he considered how far she’d come.

The pride he felt in her accomplishments knew no bounds – she was by far stronger mentally and emotionally than she would ever realize.

And if he could bring Bill fucking Compton back to life he would torture that son of a fucking bitch well into the next millennium for the way he had treated her.  That fucker’s life would be forfeit but the death would be a long, long time in coming.

He would bring fucking Lorena back and torture her for centuries just for having Turned that Darwin reject…then he would go back to torturing Bill…

Eric’s fangs, already descended from the throbbing in his loins, elongated even further as he contemplated all the deliciously evil ways he would ensure Compton pleaded nightly for death.

“You’re not thinkin’ ’bout Billy-boy again, are you?”

The softly sleepy voice of the woman in his arms interrupted Eric’s vicious thoughts.

He hadn’t realized he’d been growling.


He snarled something that didn’t sound enough like a negation.

When she turned over to face him and her naked body stroked against his chest and stomach, his eyes shut and brain stopped functioning.

No matter how hard he flexed his stomach or his thighs as he fought his natural reaction, his cock wasn’t going down anytime soon.

He sensed her moving and mentally pleaded with her not to test what little resolve he had left, but was surprised when he felt her hands on his face.

His eyes sprang open, and he looked down into her face.  The sweetness of her expression calmed him, but only minutely.

“Bill’s gone, Eric.  He’s gone and like I said the other night, I’m no longer blinded by his Bill-shit.  He’s no longer a part of my life and soon enough he won’t even be a part of my memories, either, at least not enough to count,” she sought to reassure him, her sleepy, furry voice making his cock twitch.

She slowly stroked her hands over his jaw and down his throat to rest them against his chest.

“That asshole isn’t the one who came looking for me and he isn’t the one who has stayed by my side for days and nights on end – you are.  And you’re the one I want there, Eric; you’re the one I want to take me flying and don’t think I haven’t noticed how we’re getting closer and closer to the city, either.  But it’s ok because I feel safe with you.  You make me feel things that amaze me but they make sense because I love you.”

She smiled as her eyes filled with tears.

“You make me feel like I can do anything.  You make me feel like it’s going to ok, like you’ll never let me fall no matter how high we go.  So fuck him, Eric.  Fuck him and his shitty Maker and his ugly sideburns and that horrible accent.  Fuck him and his cowardice and his stupidity and fuck everything about him.  This might be a huge bed, honey, but there’s only room enough for two, and I choose you.”

That was it.

Thatthat was what he had been waiting for even if he didn’t know it would be those specific words.

Without conscious thought he moved from resting on his side to resting most of his weight on his forearms…and on his Sookie as his body covered hers.

He lowered his head as she gasped in surprise and took full advantage of her parted lips as he thrust his tongue in pale imitation of the motion his hips most desired.

As she stroked her hands down his chest to drift over his ribs, he arched his back to grind his silk covered length into the warmth between her quickly parting thighs.

When she needed to breathe he raised his head.

“Are you sure?  Once we start I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop,” he growled as he flexed his hips once again.

In answer Sookie raised her feet to his waist, hooked her heels into the elastic band of his boxers, and lowered them.  With his assistance the dark silk was discarded at the foot of the bed.

“Take me flying, Eric.  Make me soar,” she whispered as she lowered her hands to cup his firm ass.  “I want to see the stars.”

The End.

**A/N:  So…what did you think of this Part?  What did you think of this entire writing experiment?  Parts of the last sections were more my usual style, but the first bits were a different style for me and took some nerve to try and actually post for you guys to see.  I hope it didn’t disappoint?  Let me know what you thought!**


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  2. I think that despite the agonizingly slow reveal of this short story you did an amazing job, even though it is most certainly not long enough! I want more, dammit! lol

    A slow round of applause and a standing ovation are in order, I do believe, for an extremely successful experiment in straying outside your comfort zone.

    I can certainly understand Eric’s wanting to wait until she was comfortable, or more to the point, chose him. He may be with her in the here and now but, despite what he shows everybody else, he has a heart and it was trampled far too many times for him to go headlong into things without considering that hidden marshmallow heart and the woman he’s wanted for years who did the trampling.

    I’m glad you chose to have her going to a counselor. Far too many of us forget that she IS human, at least in part, so needs some help to get through things the human part of her has a hard time coming to grips with.

    Well done and I would love to see more of this type of writing from you when you so choose to gift us with it.

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  3. A slow build up and a resounding climax for this story. So much to like here, does Pam really have a pink palace? Please try to cover that when you add to this. And your Eric is the loving, caring mate she should have had all along. But perhaps she would not have been able to appreciate him fully if there hadn’t been “Beehl” for comparison. And i was moved by the way Sookie carefully worked to heal the rift between Willa and her maker.

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  4. So incredibly fabulous! A wonderful ending to a wonderful story! (Although I’d be thrilled if this *weren’t* the ending. 😘)

    I’m so glad that she’s seeing a counselor, she definitely needs that – has needed it for years, even before the series ended in my opinion. ScumBeehl had her head so messed up. Ugh. If I start thinking about I’ll be like Eric and start growling. That whole “Beehl redemption” storyline pissed me off so much! Lalalala – changing the subject…

    I love that Eric is taking her flying to get her over her anxiety over going out at night. That is just lovely. I desperately want to know if Pam’s palace is really pink. (Although I suspect it is. Lol). I’m also really curious about how she ended up Queen even though it’s not important to the storyline at all. I loved that Sookie, even while she’s healing, is working to help Eric and Willa’s relationship. That compassion for others was always Sookie’s best quality, despite the fact that she never seemed to have any for Eric.

    I’m also thrilled to see that she *finally* accepting Eric’s care and not being so closed off and stubborn with him. Last, but not least, I adored that he was waiting for that emotional intimacy they had during his amnesia days before initiating physical intimacy. His poor heart has been through enough and I’m so glad he got what he was waiting for.

    Finally, you did a wonderful job on this story. If this was “out of your comfort zone” it doesn’t show at all, the story is marvelous and I look forward to anything else you decide to write that’s outside your zone.

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  5. Beautiful ending to an amazing story. So glad that she is making slow steady progress and talking to a therapist. Loved how patient and loving Eric has been. Truly the mate she needs and she is finally becoming the mate he needs. I want to know how pink Pam’s palace is! Lol Looking forward to any and all out takes you come up with!


  6. Maybe you do not have found comfortable with your little experiment, but I have found in heaven and always waiting for the next chapter. For you will not be needed years of therapy the meet well in this new environment, like you’re at home. It was a really well thought out, no hurry at all, perhaps because this story was focused on feelings rather than actions. It has been a real privilege to read your story.


  7. It was a wonderful ending! I’m not sure what you were so nervous about! My only complaint is….now I’m craving crab legs! 😜

    Seriously….LOVED this story and am very much looking forward to the outtake!


  8. I’m truly sorry to see this story end…!
    I love how finally after nine long years Sookie and Eric get a chance to really get to know each other and start a relationship.
    You have done a marvelous job with Blue Nail Polish…you had your readers always wanting more.
    I hope for at least one outtake…I’m so curious to see The Queen’s Palace and maybe a chat between the Vampire Queen and the Fairy Princess,pretty please!? ( I always think that Pam and Sookie could become friends,they are both devoted to our favorite Viking)


  9. It was brilliant and as always l loved it. Nothing better then seeing two people accept the things they can not change in one another but grow and develop a new sense of self and come out better people in the end.


  10. Well put together, well thought out and well ended! It may have been out of your comfort zone but you did an excellent job! I thoroughly enjoyed the whole story.


  11. This was a fantastic story. I really enjoyed it. I liked the ending a lot too. I liked how Eric cared so much about Sookie and the healing process. I enjoyed the style of this story too. Thank you for sharing love .


  12. I really loved this story! I think it may be one of my faves of yours:)
    Eric…I don’t even know where to begin with just how perfect he is. Gah! Every girl needs their own Eric;)
    I loved your Sookie, strong and smart, just how she should have been in.
    I loved the part where Sookie finds out that Pam is now the Queen of Louisiana, too funny!
    My only complaint is that it’s over! How about an epilogue? You could pick right back up where you left us…;p

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  14. i loved the story, loved their journey. they are made for one another and it was a long journey for them but one that was a good outcome for everyone involved. KY


  15. tj6james6: I take it as a huge compliment when readers want more of a story! 😀 Very glad it came out well despite it being a new type of writing style for me. And you’re exactly right about Eric – sure, he’s a big tough guy and he’s strong and courageous in heart and spirit, but inside his heart “beats” the same as everyone else’s, and he’s smart to see where things are actually going to go before letting himself get even closer to Sookie. And Sookie…bless her butt but she’s needed counseling from childhood onward. I can’t imagine what it’d be like to be a telepathic kid…and then later having all-things-Supe dumped over her head. Therapy was a must! Very glad you liked it – thank you! ❤

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  16. valady1: I like to think that Inexperienced Sookie wouldn’t have been able or known to truly value the Eric that she ended up with, plus I’m not sure the Eric of “back then” would have been able to be as sweet and gentle with Sookie then as he is “now”. They both had things to learn about not only the other, but about themselves, too. In the end they were well met, though. 😀 And you know Sookie, there was no way she could let the rift between Willa and Eric stay, lol. Glad you liked it!


  17. shoegirl01: Thank you!! I was really nervous about how it would go but I couldn’t ‘not’ try it, either – just glad it worked out! Very glad you liked it, too! 😀


  18. switbo: Awww, thank you so much!!!

    I can’t imagine what it’d be like growing up with telepathy…I’m thinking that if Beat’em Up Granny had been any kind of “loving” person, she’d have done some investigating and, yeah, Sookie would have been taken to a supe therapist from childhood onward, but that’s a gripe for another time, lol. And that whole Bill Redemption crap? Yeah, no. That didn’t fly AT ALL with me. Too little, too late, too many sharks jumped… Also: ew.

    😀 Yeah, in the past Sookie has had all this compassion and understanding for anyone NOT named Eric…it was time to change that, and what better way that to spend some time not only understanding Eric but trying to heal that rift between him and his youngest child?

    Oh, it was definitely out of my comfort zone. When I first started writing it, it was just going to be a set of story notes for “something I’d get to later” that would be tucked in the folder with all my OTHER stories-for-later notes, right? So I kept making notes that developed into sentences, but since I already have 5 WIPs I didn’t want to get myself sucked into another multi-chapter, so I thought, “Self, why don’t we just make this a one-shot and go ahead and get it pounded out on virtual paper?” Self then replied, “Why, sure, Self, let’s do that!”

    NINE Parts later, it was done.

    Remind me not to talk things over with Self again. She lies.

    I’m very glad you liked it! Thank you!! ❤


  19. treewitch703: Thank you! I truly wasn’t sure if I wanted to risk posting this piece or not because it really was out of my comfort zone, but in the end figured ‘why not’. If it “sank”, I’d want to know why, and if it “swam”, I’d want to know those whys, too – I’m just glad it didn’t make gurgling noises as it plummeted to the bottom of that virtual lake, lol. Very glad you liked it! 😀


  20. mom2goalies: 😀 Thank you!! So glad you liked it!! And exactly – it’s so easy to write Eric being the mate she needs, but he needs “the right mate”, too. While neither of them is perfect, there has to be that closeness between them, that understanding and trust, and it’s so much fun writing that happening.

    Lol, and I had one outtake already but am considering another one, too… *evil grin*

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  21. cari1973: Awww, thank you!! I was very nervous about writing “out of my comfort zone”, but once I had that idea, I had to try. And you’re right – while action-based stories do progress at a faster pace, emotion-based stories like this one do need to move at a slower rate because feelings usually do take time to “get where they’re going”. I’m very glad you liked it! 😀


  22. sluggysmom: Crab legs…plump, juicy warm crab legs dipped in hot melty salty butter…oh…oh wait, where were we? Oh yeah…

    Lol, I’m so glad this story went over well! It started out very much out of my comfort zone style-wise, but after I got the story idea, I had to try… Very glad it didn’t suck! 😀 Right now I’m thinking there’ll actually be 2 outtakes -the one that’s a true “cut scene” and a second I’m in the process of thinking about…

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  23. Jackie69: Awww, thankyou!! It might sound mean but I think it’s a great compliment when a reader is sad to see a story end! Right now I’m thinking there’ll be 2 outtakes – one being an actual “cut scene” and another one I’m currently thinking out. Thank you for your support!! It’s been an adventure… ❤


  24. charity6201: Thank you!! Sookie had some growing to do that she probably would have done a hell of a lot sooner if that “mineral poisoning” hadn’t happened along the way, and Eric, too, had a little bit of self-knowledge to gain along the way, but in the end they were each where they needed to be. Thanks to Willa and Pam, magic happened so to speak, and they’re HEA’ing all over the place even as I type. 😀 Glad you liked it! 😀

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  25. mindyb781: Thank you! I see Eric as one of those “still waters run deep” people who’d know that there are just some things Sookie is going to have to work through on her on, but he’s definitely going to be by her side helping her to deal with everything. And Sookie, bless her butt, has finally realized how to be there for Eric, too. Dealing with Bill was a terrible way for her to gain life experience, but she has it in spades now and knows how to be good for Eric now. 😀 Eric and Sookie can be good to and for each other now – yay! 😀 Glad you liked it!


  26. askarsgirl: Hey cool – thanks! 😀 And I’d so love to have my own Eric…fierce but sweet and gentle when he can be, strong and understanding, knowing when to step in and help and when to back off and just be supportive… *sigh* Oh Viking my Viking…

    Srsly, I can’t stand a Stoopie… In this story I saw her as wising up about Beehl and coming back to herself along about the time she arrived in Yuma…and then BAM – the “poisoning” started…but during all that she was able to become stronger than she’d ever have thought possible even while her fairy side and her human side were suffering that strange discord, but in the end she’s hella stronger, wiser, and able to be who and what she needs to be for herself and for Eric, too.

    And I could totally see that look on her face when she found out about Pam being the Queen! LOL!

    I do have two outtakes in mind now…one being the original “cut scene” and another that I’m thinking through ‘even as I type’ if that helps??

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  27. kleannhouse: Thank you!! I’m so glad you liked it! It was a long journey…but in the end they both arrived being in the right “place” for their future to take hold. ❤


  28. omg… I was crying!!! You did magnificently!!! I loved how you didn’t make it a cure-all, and that they were slowly working their way through it all. And I loved how you explained everything. But not once did you shy away from tying it up too neatly. Great job!


  29. She should have had at least grief counselling after her parents died. Then counselling after her uncle.
    If Fintan or Desmond had been an active part of her life they would have been able to find a Dae counselor so she wouldn’t have had to hear their thoughts on top of all the crap she was already dealing with!
    So much has wrong with her in canon that it’s no wonder she ended up with another Supe who hated what he was just as much as she did!


  30. “she wasn’t well yet, knew that there were no sudden cures for non-physical problems, but she took faith in knowing that she wasn’t as broken now, either.
    Time had helped, sure, but the process of “getting well” took effort and thought and dealing with things she didn’t want to deal with but would because the end result was worth it.
    She was worth it.”
    This part is so true to real life and a great message for anyone dealing with non-physical illness. Bravo my dear. I hope this message reaches even one person who needs a reminder that healing isn’t instantaneous and that they’re worth it.
    Loved this whole story.


  31. Kittyinaz: Thank you! *preens* I wanted to show that while there wasn’t a magic cure-all, Sookie is strong enough to fight and keep going, and that she’s smart enough to let Eric play his part, too – very glad it came through. Glad you liked it, sweets! 😀

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  32. tj6james6: Exactly. I see Adele as perpetuating a lot of mental trauma that she never should have had to endure. Granted ol’ granny didn’t have an easy “in” with the supe community, but she knew it existed and could have done her part to, if not find someone in that community to help, at least leaned how to help Sookie as a “therapist” herself. But nope…she’d rather just leave Sookie hanging out to dry to preserve her image. (Old hypocrite!) I see Fintan’s point in hiding the existence of his children to protect them, but once Niall discovered Sookie, he could have done his part to help ensure that Sookie was ok with everything that was going on. (Old asshole!)


  33. suzymeinen: Thank you!!!! That was one of the quiet themes of this story, that (bluntly) shit happens but that doesn’t mean Sookie’s (we’re) broken. Bent, sure, in the way that the strongest trees do bend to survive the wind, but that the damage *can* be handled and dealt with, that Sookie’s (we’re) stronger than she (we) would ever think.
    Brains and hearts and psyches aren’t bodies where you can have an almost instant cure – the “cure” is an on-going process that at times is harsh and ugly and downright painful, but in the end it’s worth that sometimes painfully dirty fight. And babe, we got fight to spare! 😀 Very glad you liked the story! ❤

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  34. I had forgotten that Adele knew about the Supernatural world.
    Come to think about it; Fintan was in & out of their lives (Dermot was able to point him out in some photos of Earl) so he obviously knew that Sookie had issues so he could have told Desmond or taken her to him.


  35. tj6james6: She did, and of course so did Fintan. Even if Fintan was so clueless/negligent as to not care how his own kids were affected Adele could have nipped at him until he at least arranged some “standby supe support” for future generations.

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  36. Such a perfect ending to a most outstanding story! Great job, and I look forward to you stretching your writing wings more & more. Well done, Meridian! 🙂


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  38. A beautiful ending and a complete success to the change in your style of writing, a compelling read . Both your styles appeal to me so I’m a happy bunny with any thing you share .


  39. lostinspace33: Hey thank you – very glad you liked it!! The ending mutated more into my regular style, but I did have a blast trying something new – just glad it worked out well! Thanks again! ❤


  40. lorip100: Thank you!!! It was all a bit nerve-wracking at first with the change but toward the end my usual style decided to pop back in more, but it was still a blast. I had to try, ya know? Very glad it worked – thank you! 😀

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  41. lzdiva4: Awww, thank you! I do have at least one, and honestly probably two, outtakes planned…the problem is just finding that dang elusive time to get to it! Glad you liked the story!


  42. This was brilliant!
    Thank you for going out of your comfort zone.
    It was a beautiful story. I’ve enjoyed every chapter.
    The angst wasn’t too bad, and the light was always just around the corner.
    Congrats on the nomination. This story definitely deserved it.
    Hugs. Wonderful ending!


  43. desireecarbenell: (Normally I reply to every review whenever possible even if it does take me forever…oops…unless it’s a straight read-through then I usually hit the first and last for the story) Very glad you liked this story. Sookie didn’t have an easy time, but in his own way neither did Eric. They’ve both learned the value of being honest about love and appreciating it when they find it. ♥


  44. gwynwyvar: I have loved reading your comments on all the Parts of this story! Love being tricky, too… *snicker* Very glad you liked it ♥


  45. Of course I did. I can’t believe how prolific you are – there’s so much stuff on you site, and all of it a great read. I could live here.


  46. Don’t mind me – just setting up my camping tent and unrolling my sleeping bag for my protracted stay. Now I just need to find me a big bad Viking vampire to get my campfire going…


  47. Loved this story so much! You tap into their respective emotional states so well in a way that feels satisfyingly true. I never caught on to the significance of the blue nail polish until you revealed it… beautiful touch. Thanks so much for sharing!!


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