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13 August 2009 @ 08:19 pm
Enough for Now, ch. 2  
Title: Enough for Now
Fandom: Southern Vampire Mysteries
Pairing: Eric/Sookie
Rating: PG-13, for some language
Summary: My version of what kept Eric from rescuing Sookie in Dead and Gone.
Spoilers: Everything through Dead and Gone is fair game!
Disclaimer: They belong to Charlaine Harris, not me. I know, I'm bummed too. :)

 

Chapter Two

 

When I woke up the next day Eric was gone, dawn having driven him back to Shreveport. I had been so exhausted that I hadn’t even noticed his leaving. With a groan, I rolled to look at my bedside clock. It was a little after one in the afternoon. The sun was fighting with my curtains for dominance and winning. Time to get up, I supposed. Within twenty minutes I was showered, dressed and ready to meet the day.

 

The kitchen was suspiciously clean; any sign of that Eric or I had been there had vanished. I tried to picture Eric cleaning up the kitchen and laughed at the absurdity of the notion. No, the more likely culprit was Amelia. Her neat freak tendencies would never allow an empty glass litter her kitchen. At that thought my smile faded. Amelia hadn’t been the same since the death of Dawson. She hardly spoke to anyone and cleaned like a demon. I was pretty sure there wasn’t a speck of dust within twenty feet of my house. I felt horrible for her, especially since Tray’s death was largely my fault.

 

Unfortunately we’d barely seen each other over the last month. After arguments with both Eric and Sam, I had gone back to work at Merlotte’s within days (money doesn’t grow on trees, after all), taking on a lot of extra shifts to make up for the time I’d missed. In those first few days, Amelia had gone to visit Octavia then come back for the funeral. After that, she threw herself into her witchcraft. When she wasn’t cleaning, Amelia was cooped up in her room studying…well, I wasn’t quite sure what, but I figured as long as she didn’t burn the house down, we’d be alright.

 

Today was the first real day off I’d had since I’d gone back to work. Sam had ordered me to stay home the day before or he’d fire me. I was pretty sure he was joking about the firing part but I was dead tired, so I took him up on it. One glance out the window told me that Amelia was still home, so I decided a visit to my roomie was in order. I poured a cup of the coffee that Amelia had left and made my way up to the second floor. There was no sound coming from the room as I knocked.

 

“Amelia? You in there?” I called.

 

The door opened revealing a slightly disheveled Amelia. She had a pencil tucked behind her ear and her clothes were rumpled, like she’d slept in them. “Oh hey, Sook,” she said. “What’s up?”

 

“No emergency or anything. Sam ordered me to stay home and I thought I’d see how you were.”

 

She shrugged and stepped aside for me to enter the room. Her usually neat room looked like a tornado had hit it. There were books open all over the place. The laptop was humming and warm like it had been on for a while. The trash can was overflowing with scraps of crumpled paper and the bed was unmade. Needless to say, I was stunned at the contrast between the nearly OCD cleanliness of the rest of the house and the pigsty-like room before me. A fresh wave of guilt washed over me. Clearly I’d left my friend alone for too long, more worried about my own situation than her grief. I sat gingerly on the edge of the bed and raised my eyebrows to Amelia, asking a silent question.

 

She seemed to catch my mood. “This isn’t what you think, you know.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Yeah, you can blame your undead boyfriend for this. He’s been working me to a frazzle lately.”

 

Hearing the word boyfriend in reference to Eric was an odd, but not unpleasant thought. The word was inadequate of course. Eric defied being labeled. I shook off that line of thinking and sighed. “What does he have you doing?”

 

“I’ve been researching a way to track fairies with magic.”

 

“Can you do that?”

 

Amelia’s shoulders slumped in defeat. “Not so far. It’s infuriating, really. I’ve never had this much trouble figuring out a magical solution before.”

 

That didn’t surprise me. Amelia prided herself on her magic. Nearly everything came easily to her. Failure would drive her nuts. Hence the room. “Eric’s had you working on this since…” I trailed off, not wanting to say it.

 

“Since the night of the Fairy War, yeah. That’s why I went to visit Octavia. She didn’t really have any better idea of how to go about it than I did. So I gathered all the books on fairies I could and came back here. Last night, I thought I had a lead, but it turned out to be a dead end.”

 

“Why didn’t I know about this?”

 

Amelia looked sheepish. “I meant to tell you, but you’ve been so busy at the bar and with Bill that I forgot. Sorry. It wasn’t some big conspiracy or anything. Don’t be angry at Eric, either. None of us has been exactly sane since that night.”

 

I smiled half heartedly. That was true. It was hard to be when there was a psycho fairy on the loose. I held up a hand, “OK, no recriminations against the Viking. Happy?”

 

Amelia nodded. “Eric may not be my favorite person in the world, but he does care about you, Sookie. You should cut him some slack.”

 

Amelia was now the second person to tell me that. I was pretty sure Niall had been talking about Eric too. I decided to try and take it to heart. I went with a different tack. “So outside of fairy research, how are you?”

 

Amelia glanced down at the floor. A picture of Tray flashed across her mind. She was still profoundly sad, but the work was helping. But I could tell she didn’t really want to talk about it. “It’s OK,” I said. “But if you do want to talk, I’ll listen.”

 

She gave me a grateful smile. “Thanks, Sookie. Just give me some time and I’ll take you up on that.”

 

“Well, in that case, I should really run a few errands, do you need anything?”

 

“Not that I can think of. Are you going into Fangtasia tonight?”

 

I hadn’t thought about that. I was surprised by how badly I wanted to see Eric. But that would mean I’d have to deal with some of the more ambitious fangbangers wanting a piece of Eric. Amelia saw my indecision. “When was the last time you relaxed? Just had a night of fun away from vamp politics and crazy fairies?”

 

 I blinked. “I don’t remember,” I said honestly.

 

“Then you should go. You know Eric would want to see you. Hell, you’d be safer there than here. My wards are good, but if push came to shove they’d be no match for a fairy.”

 

“I guess I’m the only one who thinks that Dermot’s gone, then.”

 

“Honestly, Sookie, from what you told me, he won’t give up until Niall’s line is wiped out. Better to be safe than sorry, I say.”

 

I nodded reluctantly. Amelia was right. I would be safer at Fangtasia. Eric was only one consideration, albeit a strong one. I hadn’t seen Pam in forever either. Suddenly I was restless; I needed to get away from Bon Temps and all the not-so-pleasant memories of the last few weeks. As I headed for the living room to grab my keys, I looked at the clock. It was only three o’clock. Plenty of time to buy groceries, stop by the library and do the laundry. I spent the rest of the daylight getting caught up on the household chores. By the time night fell, I had changed into a dark green medium length sundress and matching heels. I tied my hair into a French twist and went easy on the make up. No need to over do it, I thought. The somewhat alarming quantities of Eric’s blood I’d had in recent weeks did more for me than make up ever could.

 

It was full dark by the time I climbed out of my car in front of Shreveport’s premiere vampire bar. The line was just beginning to wrap around the corner of the building as I walked past them to the door. Pam was waiting for me, a smirk on her face. I rolled my eyes.

 

“How did you know?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

 

“Eric always knows when you’re near, silly girl,” she replied, a hint of amusement in her voice.

 

“You know, sometimes this blood bond can be really annoying.”

 

Pam laughed. “Indeed. Eric’s in his office, you can go on back.”

 

“Thanks, Pam.”

 

I passed through the bar quickly, waving to Felicia as I passed. Sure enough, Eric was sitting at his desk his gorgeous blond head bent over a map. He grinned as I entered and closed the door behind me.

 

“If you’re looking for privacy, lover, then I don’t think merely closing the door is going be enough,” he said in a voice designed to make my knees go weak. I’m not ashamed to admit that it worked. I was forced to grab the back of the nearest chair in order to remain upright.

 

“That’s not fair,” I ground out.

 

“What’s not fair, lover?”

 

I gestured toward him helplessly. “You. You and your gorgeousness and voice and, and…”

 

“Perfection?” he asked, with an even bigger grin.

 

“I always knew you had an ego the size of Brazil.”

 

Eric laughed. “Sit, Sookie, before you demolish the chair. What brings you to Fangtasia this night?”

 

I sat down in the chair and crossed my legs. “Well,” I began, “I needed to get away from Bon Temps for a while. I wanted to see Pam.” I paused and had a wicked thought. “And there’s some guy who likes to think of himself as my husband.”

 

“Hmm, do I know him?” Eric asked, playing along.

 

“Oh, I think you do. Tall, blond, Viking. Can reduce sane women to a puddle with one look.”

 

“Yes, I believe I do know him. If I recall correctly, he’s spoken for. A beautiful telepath crossed his path and he’s been enamored with her ever since.”

 

“Good thing I’m a telepath, then.”

 

“Indeed it is,” Eric replied as he stood. “Dance with me.”

 

I smiled and took his offered hand. He led us out to the main floor where we quickly became the center of attention. As we danced, I buried my face in his chest using the closeness to help block out the thoughts of the surrounding humans. It worked for the most part, allowing me to simply enjoy being held. And for the first time in a while, I felt completely safe.


 
 
Current Location: Fangtasia
Current Mood: artisticartistic
Current Music: Welcome to the Future - Brad Paisley
 
 
 
iwillrememberu: Eric - Casual Vampireiwillrememberu on August 14th, 2009 11:32 am (UTC)
I really love this fic! Loved the talk with Amelia and the dance with Eric.

Can't wait for more.
michellemtsu: Eric/Sookie - Trust Memichellemtsu on August 14th, 2009 11:41 am (UTC)
Thanks! There's plenty more coming! :)
Victoriafiducia on August 14th, 2009 12:40 pm (UTC)
This is very good! I love her interaction with Amelia. YAY!
michellemtsu: Eric - Strangely Intensemichellemtsu on August 14th, 2009 02:29 pm (UTC)
Thanks! :)
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michellemtsu: Eric - The Lionmichellemtsu on August 14th, 2009 05:10 pm (UTC)
Yeah, Sookie and Eric are just too awesome to be ignored! lol Glad you liked my little scribblings!
The Proverbial Bull in a China Shop...sabaceanbabe on September 17th, 2009 02:32 pm (UTC)
Oh, man! I came late to the fandom and so missed completely that you were posting these chapters. I saw your post this morning with its link to chapter 1 and was intrigued so I read chapter 1 and really enjoyed it, then 2 and then realized that you've written several chapters that I now totally MUST READ! Chapter 1 was good, but I love chapter 2, especially the interaction at the end between Eric and Sookie the flirting and the dancing. You're doing a very good job of first-person Sookie so I kinda feel like I'm reading CH's next book. My only problem with it is that I have fic to write and other fic to beta and a vid to edit and these horrible people here with me now expect me to do actual WORK and all I want to do is read your fic! :D
michellemtsu: Eric/Sookie - Comfortmichellemtsu on September 17th, 2009 02:42 pm (UTC)
I know the feeling! Glad you like it so far. :)
~ danika jaidyn ~persephone_20 on October 4th, 2010 02:30 pm (UTC)
I'm so often struck by how fanfiction is on a par with some of the original fiction it emulates. Your writing, dear, is wonderful to read. I stopped reading Harris after the 4th book, and this series of yours is turning out to be everything that I was wanting when I started reading 5.
michellemtsumichellemtsu on October 4th, 2010 03:55 pm (UTC)
Thanks. Again this is another "on hold" story. I hate leaving things up in the air like this, but with school there's no way. Which is why I'm trying to keep my TVD fics one shots for now.
~ danika jaidyn ~persephone_20 on October 5th, 2010 12:20 am (UTC)
Yeah, I can understand that ;)