A/N: Okay, so any of you who've really been following this story know that it's been *mumble* months… okay, years since I've written anything for it. After the book series officially ended, I felt fairly motivated to work on this story again. Also because writing is yay (and you can see how eloquent I am, right there). Where I left things, well, I had some idea that I'd left it in a relatively non-cliffhangery sort of place but had NO idea where I was going next with things. I have recently re-read the entire thing, took some notes, rough-drafted an outline. I know where things are going next, have some ideas of things I can develop. That being said… I'm rusty. Like whoa. So please forgive me, and thank you for being so patient with me over the months years.

Sookie POV

I wasn't sure what woke me, but when I realized I was awake, I moved into a full-body stretch. It felt fantastic, like I'd been asleep for months and was finally able to move again. I also realized that I was surprised I could do so: Eric wasn't wrapped around my body like a vampire tortilla. Lifting my head, I looked up and around, only to find him lying on his side about a foot away, watching me.

"What time is it?" I asked. "You look awfully wakey for it being the middle of the day."

He smiled, and it had a bit of a wicked gleam to it. "Oh, it's well past sunset, Sookie. I must have worn you out."

"Mmph." He had worn me out the night before, but I wasn't about to tell him; his ego wasn't hurting. "C'mere," I said, "you're too far away." As I wiggled closer to him for a snuggle, I winced. No wonder I'd slept so long; I felt like I'd run a marathon. Concern flared through the bond — a feeling I was still getting used to.

"You okay?" he asked. "What was that?"

"Eh. I'm a little stiff, little sore. No big deal." I curled up towards him, tucking my head under his chin. I felt one of his arms come around me and hold me close.

I never wanted to move from this spot. It was so strange to feel him basking in that comfort, just as I was doing. It felt like the relationship equivalent of the pillow forts Jason and I used to build as children: safe, comforting, playful… but also serious in a way. There was a very private intimacy to it: this was something that only the two of us shared. No one else could have this with either of us. It was solely ours.

"Mine," I said as I poked his sternum with my nose.

"Isn't that my line?" he asked; I could hear the smile on his face.

"Nope."

"So you're not mine?" Now there was a teasing sound to his voice, but I interpreted the electric hum in the bond as happiness. It was so strange to feel his feelings running alongside my own; like when two distinct rivers combined into one, and for a time, remained distinct in speed and color. It made me wonder how long we could maintain that separated flow of ourselves before we were irreversibly mingled and intertwined.

It was only a matter of time, to my way of thinking. But time was something we had lots of.

"Shh," I mumbled. "No logic. Not awake enough for logic."

"You feel awake to me. I can almost hear the wheels turning in your head. You didn't get up at all during the day, did you?"

I had to think about it before I answered. "Just to pee. Then back to sleep."

"I liked waking up with you next to me."

Leaning back just enough to look at him, I squinted at him, trying to maintain a playful sleepiness. Mostly I just didn't want to get out of bed. He tilted his head down to look at me, then pulled me back to his chest. And just for good measure, he threw a leg over me — as if I'd been planning to go anywhere.

"Gods, Sookie, I love you so much."

"You really mean that? I mean, you're not just saying it because I'm about to get my period? Which would explain at least some of my recent bitchiness, by the way."

"Tease."

"It's only a tease if I don't follow through," I said, pushing him onto his back. We weren't getting out of bed just yet.

Pam POV

"Again? Really? How has her vagina not fallen out yet?"

Godric snorted. "I'm fairly certain that's not possible."

"That's because you've never worn a Victorian corset for years at a time. It's called uterine prolapse. Google it."

"Surely you know the difference between a uterus and a vagina."

I knew he had a point, so I decided to ignore it. "It must be her magical fairy vagina; that's why it hasn't fallen out yet. I mean, they've been in that room for what, two years?"

"Two nights, Pam. Barely that, even."

I was fairly certain that if those two fucked any longer or harder—pun always intended—Eric would have to turn Sookie just to save her life. Who knew that human-fairy hybrids were so sturdy? I wasn't paying too close attention because listening to other people have sex gets a bit tedious after the first hour or two. Last night, as we were drinking our blood in a very fragrant kitchen (and fuck you, Eric, did you have to do that on the table?), Godric stopped, cocked his head, and smiled.

He then told me that we'd be going elsewhere. I didn't ask. I didn't need to. It's not like they were playing video games up there.

The club was closed for a few days because well, we said so, and in the meantime I was catching up on what I could of Eric's sheriff duties. I could think of plenty of places to go, but my grand-maker told me that we were going to blow town.

An adventure with Godric is never something to be turned down. If he asks you to go with him to the all-night convenience store for some bottled blood, you go. Godric just has this knack for attracting oddities — human and otherwise. You could just come home with a beverage, or you could find yourself waking up three days later in a dim basement in Hong Kong with three strangers and a new hairdo.

Well. In this case, blew town was a bit of an exaggeration. We didn't Thelma and Louise our way across the south, before hurtling off a cliff to a fiery final death. We just went to go see one Mrs. Adele Stackhouse.

Adele is, hands down, my favorite Stackhouse. I've seen pictures of her from when she was Sookie's age. Damn fine woman. It was probably a good thing for Sookie's existence that I hadn't met Adele in her prime; a woman like that could have turned me into a maker, no question. After that night, I wondered if Godric wasn't considering the same. Not that Adele would have let him, mind you. As much as she loved talking with us about our lives, she had no interest in taking part in our type of life.

Just like she might have loved the fantasy of civil war reenactments, but knew that the reality of the civil war was more ugly than anything else. In any case, I was fairly certain she knew I didn't need shotgun lessons, but that wasn't going to stop me from asking for them until they happened. Mostly I just wanted to see how bad ass she could be with a gun.

She was a real trooper, though. I thought old ladies went to bed before the clock hit double digits, but she was pleased as punch to talk with us until well after midnight. It was nearly dawn by the time we got back, because after Adele retired for the evening, Godric kept coming up with one excuse after another to stay out until the sky started to get ominously lightened. To my eyes, in any case.

Part of me—okay, ninety-eight point five percent of me—had hoped that the two lovebirds would have gotten it out of their system by the time we got back from Bon Temps.

Nope. Because of course not.

When we got inside the house, the only evidence that they had left their room was a kitchen that smelled of fresh sex, blood, and Clorox wipes.

I'm not sure why Sookie bothered with the latter. It's not like it covered anything up. If anything, it was just getting in the way of the only part about this situation that I could enjoy.

Granted, that wasn't entirely true. As much as I fussed about it, I really was pleased for my maker. He and got along well, but we were never intimate as lovers. He and Godric got along well, and there were intimacies to their bond that I knew I'd never seen, but neither his sire nor his child could give Eric what Sookie seemed to have in spades.

"If they don't come down in an hour," I said as I walked into the living room, not long after I got up the next evening, "I'm storming the castle and demanding a threesome."

I flopped down on the couch with a huff. Godric looked up from his book with a grin and a twinkle in his eye. "But then what would you do, Pam?"

"Shit…" I said, pretending like I hadn't known he'd say that. "Hold the camera if they don't agree to a foursome?"

He laughed.

"Seriously though, Gods, I don't get it."

"Don't get what, Pama-rama-ding-dong?"

I glared at him, trying to hide my amusement at the way he'd intoned the nickname; it was a new one, too. "They're always all over each other. I don't get why he loves her so damn much. Sure, she smells good, but what the hell, really?"

"That's easy: she puts up with his shit." He grinned and kept reading. Rude. Didn't he know I was trying to interrupt him and demand all his attention?

I snorted. "So do I."

He put down his book and folded his hands over his stomach, then looked at me with an expression I couldn't quite discern. Was that envy?

"But you have to put up with him, as do I, to some extent. She doesn't have to. She just wants to. She doesn't love him for his blood or his money or his connections or his power. She just loves him. If I had my own Sookie, you'd never see me again — not for a hundred years or more. I'd be too far up her ass. Just like Eric is."

"Not literally." I hoped, in any case. I'd never understood the appeal.

"Don't knock it." The strange expression he'd had was quickly replaced with a smirk.

"Ugh. No thanks. In any case, she better share. He was my maker first."

"Share? I thought you were in a lesbian phase?"

"If by 'phase' you mean 'the last hundred and fifty years,' then yes. It's a phase. Totally a phase." I decided to ignore that I made the occasional exception along the way. "But I'm still in it, in case you were wondering."

"That's a damn shame," he teased, flicking the tip of a fang with his tongue. "You're not jealous of them, are you?"

"No," I lied, happy to be back to the topic of Eric and Sookie; it was a far safer topic than me and Godric. It wasn't that I had any sort of romantic notions about Eric. There had never been anything like that in our relationship. I just wasn't used to sharing him like this.

"You know that's part of it, though," he said, pushing the issue.

"I said I wasn't jealous."

"I meant the sharing. This isn't Sookie being selfish. This is Eric being selfish. Sookie isn't trying to own him; he loves that about her, too."

I grumbled.

"Pam, there's no telling what their relationship will be in a year, in five years, in a decade. No telling what she'll do, whether or not she'll turn for him. You will always be his child, he will always be your maker. That's something that can't be shared with anyone."

"Godric?"

"Yes, Pam?"

"Stop trying to sound like an after-school special."

"Like you ever watched those," he snorted. "C'mon, kid. I'll by you an ice cream."

"By ice cream, do you really mean hookers and blow?"

"No. I mean let's go pick up some more cat food and bottled blood, and if they're not downstairs by the time we get back, we're storming the castle."

"Deal."

A/N, part deux: I know a few of you have mentioned wanting to see what happens when Godric meets Gran, and I DO want to tell about that, but Pam's POV couldn't do it justice. Only Godric could tell that story. I'm hoping I can wheedle it out of him at some point soon. If you've read the entire story recently, or if you remember where things left off, you'll know that there are Big Things coming up that require Sookie's presence down in NOLA… but I want to give them some fluff before hopping straight off into the next big plot arc. Also, I need to find a secure places to chain my muses. This desk isn't nearly sturdy enough, and I don't have a headboard anymore. *pout* I know this is a short chapter, but I wanted to prove that I Really Was Working On This Story, Honest.