Belong to You prt 7
Rated M for naughty bits including lemons and language.
Random Darkness owns nothing. Very poor.
Begins at the end of 9 Crimes. Spoilers up until then.
- Eric has gotten himself so tangled in politics that there may be no way out. To save him, and herself, Sookie comes up with a plan that will go down in history... one way or another.
It's always insane to trust your life to someone else...
Sookie's knuckles where white on the steering wheel, she felt guilty for sweating on the leather. This car probably cost more than her house! A dozen times already she'd had to tell herself firmly to ease up on the gas, if she got pulled over she'd hyperventilate and it'd all go down hill from there. She ran over the plan again in her head. First stop, go get Sam. Eric had been pretty insistent about that, though she could tell he hated the idea.
It was funny, watching his face battle with itself; on the one hand needing to keep her safe and on the other not really wanting anything with a penis anywhere near her. What sent her mind reeling most was how quickly it had gotten like this. Didn't she hate him this time yesterday? If someone would have asked, she'd have said so... only it wasn't quite true. He'd come to warn her about the werewolves, he'd organised someone to protect her. She remembered asking shyly if he'd know when she was in danger, and the comfort it'd given her to know he would. For some reason it'd never occurred to her to ask if he'd come, instead she asked how long it would take and neither of them had noticed that she expected him to.
In the glove compartment of the car she'd found a tiny leather bag with a set of wooden rosary beads in it. They were wrapped around her left hand now, and the indents they made in her palm were oddly comforting. Godric's rosary, who'd have thought a vampire would even have such a thing? She wished he were alive, she bet he could have solved everything. She shook her head and started the list again. Get Sam. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars, go directly to Sam... then have a shower!
She'd called him before she left and given him some cryptic line about meeting her at the bar. How the hell do you explain something like this? He was there, in the car park, sitting on the bumper of his Ute.
"Sookie! What's goin' on? What happened in Jackson? What happened to your hair?"
"Walk now, talk on the way. Can I use your shower? I don't wanna go back to my place." She asked moving past him.
"Wha...? Um, yeah, sure, course. Sookie, wait up!" He hurried after her.
"You want the short version first?" She asked, walking up his stairs.
"Sure, why not."
"OK, turns out Bill has a lot of explaining to do and he might actually be a bit of an ass hole." She rolled her eyes when he gave her a flat 'I told you so Cher' look. "That doesn't matter now. Long story short, in two days there is going to be a huge Vampire showdown for Louisiana. I've got reinforcements comin' in from Dallas and Eric's goin' to call out whatever he can get his hands on here, but we've gotta get a town meetin' organised by this afternoon." She turned and looked at him, a fierce kind of fire behind her eyes. "The Vampire King of Mississippi is going to flood this town with werewolves hopped up on Vampire blood and we have to be ready."
Poor Sam opened and closed his mouth a few times and blinked foolishly. "What the hell happened to you in Jackson...?"
"A lot of stuff, stupid mental stuff, but I don't have any time to think about it until we get this done. Sam, I need your help. If we don't get the people in this town ready, we're gonna have a real blood bath."
Sam could only nod, "OK... alright. What do you want me to do?"
Sookie's eyes widened and for half a second her lower lip trembled at the absolute trust he placed in her. She darted forward and wrapped her arms around him tightly. "Thank you Sam! Call Andy and get him over here. He'll be able to get most everyone together. We're gonna want to get the kid's and old people out of town by tomorrow morning to make sure they're safe, that means we gotta move."
"OK, I'll get Andy, I'll call Jason too, he'll wanna be here with you."
"Shit," Sookie hissed, "I hadn't thought of that. Alright, I just... I have to approach him careful, he's gone a bit mad over protective lately."
"He loves you," Sam reached up and pushed some of her hair back off her face gently, "We all do."
"Thank you... OK, go, call. I've got nasty skank hair and fake tattoo's all over me and I really wanna get 'em off before I see everyone."
"Fake tat... Sookie what the hell happened?"
"Phone calls Sam!" She closed the bathroom door and locked it behind her, smiling slightly at Sam's soft cursing on the other side of the door.
It took ten minutes of solid shampooing to get the damn colour out and Sookie came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She smiled when she saw Sam sitting and the breakfast bar. "Temporary my ass." She grunted in irritation, "I'm sure my hair is still darker than it was. I don't think I like the cut either."
"I don't think I've got any clothes around here that'll fit you cher." Sam managed to say.
"Oh sorry, I meant to ask you to run over to the bar. I'm pretty sure I've got a spare pair of shorts there, and... could I borrow a shirt? Don't have to look good, just needs to cover everything." She smiled sheepishly.
"Sure, no worries. Andy's on his way and Jason should be here soon. He was at work but he said he could leave Hoyt in charge for a while, long as he gave him real precise instructions."
"I really wish everyone would stop pickin' on Hoyt!"Sookie frowned, "he's the sweetest man in the world. Oh shit, Jessica!"
"What about her? Oh, I gave her a shift at the bar, she's pretty good when she's not snarlin' at the customers. I'll be right back with your pants..." He ducked out the door and Sookie could only smile after him. She felt bad in a lot of ways that her and Sam hadn't worked out... He was one of the most reliable people she knew and he'd always been there for her.
Andy and Jason pulled into the car park one right after the other and Sookie stood from Sam's top step wearing her denim shorts and one of Sam's old flannel shirts.
"Hey Sookie, what's goin' on?" Jason hugged her tightly.
"Big trouble, come inside you guys, Sam, you might wanna get everyone a drink..."
Inside, around Sam's breakfast bar, Sookie unfolded for them the full scale of the shit storm that was rapidly approaching. Jason's eyes got progressively wider and poor Andy looked like he might be a little sick, but he held it together.
"So, by tomorrow night we need to have gotten everyone out of town who's goin' and organised everyone else. The Dallas nest will be here tonight sometime to help and Eric's calling in everyone he can trust... This is it gentleman. This is our town and however we might feel about the Vampires we've got, I think we can agree that someone who's happy to invade will not be an improvement." She watched them carefully as they digested this as best they could.
"I trust you Sook, tell me what you want me to do," Jason said at last, though some of the colour had drained from his face.
"How'r you doin' there Andy?" Sookie asked him gently.
"I wish I hadn't quit drinkin'." He mumbled. "Alright. Can I use your phone, Sam? I'll get the deputy's spreadin' the word. Town meetin' this evenin'... first I need to call Terry."
"Terry? Is that a good idea?" Sam asked carefully, "He gets nervous when the bar gets crowded."
"He's been doin' a bit better lately and... he is a trained soldier. We want to pull this off, I think he can help." Everyone was nodding.
"Alright, get Terry here, we'll talk to him first. Can anyone think of anythin' else?" Sookie asked.
Jason timidly raised his hand, and Sookie looked at him. "Sook... why'r they commin' here? I mean... Louisiana ain't exactly small, why does all this shit come here?"
Sookie sighed, she'd kinda been hoping no one would ask that, at least not until afterwards. "Because of me... because they want me, and they'll go through anyone they have too to get me..."
Three men looked at her carefully, each considered asking the stupid question and each, in his turn, didn't bother. They all knew what Sookie could do, even Andy, though he'd never said it out loud before.
"I'd leave but... but they'll just come anyway an'... if I leave I can't help you." Tears came to her eyes as she looked at them.
Jason and Sam moved to comfort her, each taking a hand while Andy just shook his head. "We wont give you up for no one Sookie. You know that." Sam said gently.
"Ain't no stinkin' Mississippi vampire takin' my sister," Jason agreed. They all looked at Andy...
"You are a weird, disconcertin' woman, Stackhouse..." Andy said, then he reached for the shot Sam had poured him and knocked it back. "But you're our weird, disconcertin' woman. Let 'em come."
Sookie started to cry, sobbing in gratitude and Jason wrapped her up in his arms and shushed her softly. "It'll be alright, Sook. You'll see. Hey, ah... Sookie?"
"Mmm?"
"Is that ah, Isabel commin'? You know, from Dallas?" He asked trying unsuccessfully not to look obvious.
"Jason Stackhouse! Are you usin' the siege of our town to hook up with a woman?" Andy demanded.
"No! I jus'..." He looked at them all helplessly. "What? She was nice!"
Andy shook his head, but he was still smiling. Sam was hiding his grin behind his hand and Sookie couldn't help feeling that everything would be alright. In two days time, Jason would still be chasin' women, Sam would still be lookin' after the bar and Andy would have another story he'll never be able to write up in any report.
"I'll call Terry, then we'll wanna start movin' through the families with kids. Gotta organise some place for 'em to go while this goes down." Andy said.
"I'll get Eric to find somewhere safe for 'em."
"We're trustin' him now?" Sam asked carefully.
"He has as much to lose here as we do..." She told him, she'd left out the part about her and Eric, and the part about Eric's little political issues. "I've rigged it so there'll be camera crews arrivin' in time to get everything. Eric and Isabel get to be the head's of nests who fought to protect a human town. Good for vamp PR, and we get an army to fight the werewolves."
"An' you came up with this?" Andy asked.
"Well... yeah."
"You want a job? Anyone who can bullshit this amount of cooperation out of everybody must be a freakin' genius."
Sookie blushed.
Random Darkness owns nothing. Very poor.
Begins at the end of 9 Crimes. Spoilers up until then.
- Eric has gotten himself so tangled in politics that there may be no way out. To save him, and herself, Sookie comes up with a plan that will go down in history... one way or another.
It's always insane to trust your life to someone else...
Sookie's knuckles where white on the steering wheel, she felt guilty for sweating on the leather. This car probably cost more than her house! A dozen times already she'd had to tell herself firmly to ease up on the gas, if she got pulled over she'd hyperventilate and it'd all go down hill from there. She ran over the plan again in her head. First stop, go get Sam. Eric had been pretty insistent about that, though she could tell he hated the idea.
It was funny, watching his face battle with itself; on the one hand needing to keep her safe and on the other not really wanting anything with a penis anywhere near her. What sent her mind reeling most was how quickly it had gotten like this. Didn't she hate him this time yesterday? If someone would have asked, she'd have said so... only it wasn't quite true. He'd come to warn her about the werewolves, he'd organised someone to protect her. She remembered asking shyly if he'd know when she was in danger, and the comfort it'd given her to know he would. For some reason it'd never occurred to her to ask if he'd come, instead she asked how long it would take and neither of them had noticed that she expected him to.
In the glove compartment of the car she'd found a tiny leather bag with a set of wooden rosary beads in it. They were wrapped around her left hand now, and the indents they made in her palm were oddly comforting. Godric's rosary, who'd have thought a vampire would even have such a thing? She wished he were alive, she bet he could have solved everything. She shook her head and started the list again. Get Sam. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars, go directly to Sam... then have a shower!
She'd called him before she left and given him some cryptic line about meeting her at the bar. How the hell do you explain something like this? He was there, in the car park, sitting on the bumper of his Ute.
"Sookie! What's goin' on? What happened in Jackson? What happened to your hair?"
"Walk now, talk on the way. Can I use your shower? I don't wanna go back to my place." She asked moving past him.
"Wha...? Um, yeah, sure, course. Sookie, wait up!" He hurried after her.
"You want the short version first?" She asked, walking up his stairs.
"Sure, why not."
"OK, turns out Bill has a lot of explaining to do and he might actually be a bit of an ass hole." She rolled her eyes when he gave her a flat 'I told you so Cher' look. "That doesn't matter now. Long story short, in two days there is going to be a huge Vampire showdown for Louisiana. I've got reinforcements comin' in from Dallas and Eric's goin' to call out whatever he can get his hands on here, but we've gotta get a town meetin' organised by this afternoon." She turned and looked at him, a fierce kind of fire behind her eyes. "The Vampire King of Mississippi is going to flood this town with werewolves hopped up on Vampire blood and we have to be ready."
Poor Sam opened and closed his mouth a few times and blinked foolishly. "What the hell happened to you in Jackson...?"
"A lot of stuff, stupid mental stuff, but I don't have any time to think about it until we get this done. Sam, I need your help. If we don't get the people in this town ready, we're gonna have a real blood bath."
Sam could only nod, "OK... alright. What do you want me to do?"
Sookie's eyes widened and for half a second her lower lip trembled at the absolute trust he placed in her. She darted forward and wrapped her arms around him tightly. "Thank you Sam! Call Andy and get him over here. He'll be able to get most everyone together. We're gonna want to get the kid's and old people out of town by tomorrow morning to make sure they're safe, that means we gotta move."
"OK, I'll get Andy, I'll call Jason too, he'll wanna be here with you."
"Shit," Sookie hissed, "I hadn't thought of that. Alright, I just... I have to approach him careful, he's gone a bit mad over protective lately."
"He loves you," Sam reached up and pushed some of her hair back off her face gently, "We all do."
"Thank you... OK, go, call. I've got nasty skank hair and fake tattoo's all over me and I really wanna get 'em off before I see everyone."
"Fake tat... Sookie what the hell happened?"
"Phone calls Sam!" She closed the bathroom door and locked it behind her, smiling slightly at Sam's soft cursing on the other side of the door.
It took ten minutes of solid shampooing to get the damn colour out and Sookie came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She smiled when she saw Sam sitting and the breakfast bar. "Temporary my ass." She grunted in irritation, "I'm sure my hair is still darker than it was. I don't think I like the cut either."
"I don't think I've got any clothes around here that'll fit you cher." Sam managed to say.
"Oh sorry, I meant to ask you to run over to the bar. I'm pretty sure I've got a spare pair of shorts there, and... could I borrow a shirt? Don't have to look good, just needs to cover everything." She smiled sheepishly.
"Sure, no worries. Andy's on his way and Jason should be here soon. He was at work but he said he could leave Hoyt in charge for a while, long as he gave him real precise instructions."
"I really wish everyone would stop pickin' on Hoyt!"Sookie frowned, "he's the sweetest man in the world. Oh shit, Jessica!"
"What about her? Oh, I gave her a shift at the bar, she's pretty good when she's not snarlin' at the customers. I'll be right back with your pants..." He ducked out the door and Sookie could only smile after him. She felt bad in a lot of ways that her and Sam hadn't worked out... He was one of the most reliable people she knew and he'd always been there for her.
Andy and Jason pulled into the car park one right after the other and Sookie stood from Sam's top step wearing her denim shorts and one of Sam's old flannel shirts.
"Hey Sookie, what's goin' on?" Jason hugged her tightly.
"Big trouble, come inside you guys, Sam, you might wanna get everyone a drink..."
Inside, around Sam's breakfast bar, Sookie unfolded for them the full scale of the shit storm that was rapidly approaching. Jason's eyes got progressively wider and poor Andy looked like he might be a little sick, but he held it together.
"So, by tomorrow night we need to have gotten everyone out of town who's goin' and organised everyone else. The Dallas nest will be here tonight sometime to help and Eric's calling in everyone he can trust... This is it gentleman. This is our town and however we might feel about the Vampires we've got, I think we can agree that someone who's happy to invade will not be an improvement." She watched them carefully as they digested this as best they could.
"I trust you Sook, tell me what you want me to do," Jason said at last, though some of the colour had drained from his face.
"How'r you doin' there Andy?" Sookie asked him gently.
"I wish I hadn't quit drinkin'." He mumbled. "Alright. Can I use your phone, Sam? I'll get the deputy's spreadin' the word. Town meetin' this evenin'... first I need to call Terry."
"Terry? Is that a good idea?" Sam asked carefully, "He gets nervous when the bar gets crowded."
"He's been doin' a bit better lately and... he is a trained soldier. We want to pull this off, I think he can help." Everyone was nodding.
"Alright, get Terry here, we'll talk to him first. Can anyone think of anythin' else?" Sookie asked.
Jason timidly raised his hand, and Sookie looked at him. "Sook... why'r they commin' here? I mean... Louisiana ain't exactly small, why does all this shit come here?"
Sookie sighed, she'd kinda been hoping no one would ask that, at least not until afterwards. "Because of me... because they want me, and they'll go through anyone they have too to get me..."
Three men looked at her carefully, each considered asking the stupid question and each, in his turn, didn't bother. They all knew what Sookie could do, even Andy, though he'd never said it out loud before.
"I'd leave but... but they'll just come anyway an'... if I leave I can't help you." Tears came to her eyes as she looked at them.
Jason and Sam moved to comfort her, each taking a hand while Andy just shook his head. "We wont give you up for no one Sookie. You know that." Sam said gently.
"Ain't no stinkin' Mississippi vampire takin' my sister," Jason agreed. They all looked at Andy...
"You are a weird, disconcertin' woman, Stackhouse..." Andy said, then he reached for the shot Sam had poured him and knocked it back. "But you're our weird, disconcertin' woman. Let 'em come."
Sookie started to cry, sobbing in gratitude and Jason wrapped her up in his arms and shushed her softly. "It'll be alright, Sook. You'll see. Hey, ah... Sookie?"
"Mmm?"
"Is that ah, Isabel commin'? You know, from Dallas?" He asked trying unsuccessfully not to look obvious.
"Jason Stackhouse! Are you usin' the siege of our town to hook up with a woman?" Andy demanded.
"No! I jus'..." He looked at them all helplessly. "What? She was nice!"
Andy shook his head, but he was still smiling. Sam was hiding his grin behind his hand and Sookie couldn't help feeling that everything would be alright. In two days time, Jason would still be chasin' women, Sam would still be lookin' after the bar and Andy would have another story he'll never be able to write up in any report.
"I'll call Terry, then we'll wanna start movin' through the families with kids. Gotta organise some place for 'em to go while this goes down." Andy said.
"I'll get Eric to find somewhere safe for 'em."
"We're trustin' him now?" Sam asked carefully.
"He has as much to lose here as we do..." She told him, she'd left out the part about her and Eric, and the part about Eric's little political issues. "I've rigged it so there'll be camera crews arrivin' in time to get everything. Eric and Isabel get to be the head's of nests who fought to protect a human town. Good for vamp PR, and we get an army to fight the werewolves."
"An' you came up with this?" Andy asked.
"Well... yeah."
"You want a job? Anyone who can bullshit this amount of cooperation out of everybody must be a freakin' genius."
Sookie blushed.