Eve had once helped James shave. She had joked that he was putting his life in her hands. It was probably the closest James had ever come to completely trusting her.

Eve pretended that shooting him hadn't bothered her, but it shook her to her core. All those weeks she had thought he was dead...she went around doubting herself, hating herself. She ( Read more... )

Q hadn't been Quartermaster very long. He'd been working with Bond for even less time. He'd always heard Bond was trouble.

The rumors had all been true, apparently.

Bond was argumentative and at times, offensive. The real, core problem with Bond was that he could charm his way out of a paper bag. He'd certainly charmed his way out of death a few ( Read more... )

No one told her dancing was part of this gig.

Sure, when she had been an agent, she had to dance with presidents and princes. Once she even had to pose as a stripper.

Couples danced around them on the huge ballroom floor. Beautiful gowns, beautiful people, beautiful music. Bond's hands slipped around her waist.

“Find out anything?” she asked as ( Read more... )

Sookie was no longer a girlfriend.

She was a wife, and that came with a long list of responsibilities. Of things that needed to be done.

Laundry had to finished. Dishes washed. Sunday supper cooked. Children to be planned for. Lunches to be packed. Football games to be watched. Pack meetings to sit through each week.

It was exhausting.

But when she ( Read more... )

Eve wasn't used to walking on thin ice.

She had trained to be an agent. Maybe she threw away the danger and excitement for health care and a retirement plan. For a job with good pay and vacations in paradise.

For hot guys that walked in and out of her office.

She wasn't afraid of fire. She lived for the thrill of the chase. The problem was, she ( Read more... )

“There's nothing wrong with the flowers, baby.” Alcide took a deep breath. “They're fine.”

“I don't know who invented weddings. Probably a man,” Sookie tossed a rose down on the table. “I finally found a damn dress after weeks and weeks of looking for one. I just say we go with these and be done with it. Stop all this insanity.”

“I say we elope and ( Read more... )

Chapter 3

They say you can't go home again.

One of Gran's silly little sayings ran through Sookie's mind as she sat behind the wheel of her car, staring at her house. A streak of longing for Gran clogged up her throat and she blinked hard. “Just get out and go in. It's your house,” she said quietly. “Just go.”

No sex with Alcide yet. The two days she ( Read more... )

“Bought pork and beans!” Alcide announced triumphantly, holding up a can.

“Uh...good. Any chance we could just roast a hot dog or something?”

“What kind of camper are you, woman?”

“So I'm going to guess you're going to go hunting all day and I'm supposed to cook that can of pork and beans?”

He smiled sweetly. “But come sundown...” he ran his fingers ( Read more... )

Author's note: Just to clarify, this fic is set after the conversation at Merlotte's between Alcide and Sookie in the finale of season 4. Alcide and Debbie have broken up and Sookie has broken up with Bill and Eric, but I am ignoring everything after that (including the death of Debbie and vamping of Tara ( Read more... )

Note: This is set before season 5, which I haven't seen yet. So it might be slightly AU ( Read more... )