A/N: Just some Season Five speculation, inspired by the Taylor Swift song by the same name. Although this is a bit of an ensemble piece it will focus more on Eric/Pam (because they're awesome basically :P). Takes place effectively where Season 4 finished, however, for the purposes of this story, Sookie was attacked by Debbie at least one night after she told Bill and Eric that she couldn't choose between them. Anyways, hope you enjoy :)

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The Story Of Us

…
I'd tell you I miss you but I don't know how,
I've never heard silence quite this loud.

Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking,
And I'm dying to know is it killing you like it's killing me, yeah?
I don't know what to say, since the twist of fate when it all broke down,
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.

This is looking like a contest,
Of who can act like they care less,
But I liked it better when you were on my side.
The battle's in your hands now,
But I would lay my armor down
If you said you'd rather love than fight.
So many things that you wished I knew,
But the story of us might be ending soon.
-"The Story Of Us," Taylor Swift
…

Fangtasia was back to normal: the dance floor was crowded, the bar was doing good business – everything was exactly the way it always had been…except for one thing.

Eric and Pam stood at opposite ends of the room, not ignoring each other exactly but still…not talking.

Ginger was the only one who appeared to have noticed the change. Ever since Pam's outburst she had been keeping an eye on the pair and had seen how Eric kept Pam at a distance.

She wasn't certain that it was all to do with Sookie, but she knew that she was at least a part of the problem.

Ginger sighed and went back to polishing glasses behind the bar; she was so engrossed in her task that she almost dropped the glass she was holding when Eric appeared beside her.

"Something is wrong with Sookie, I must go to her," he glanced over his shoulder at Pam, "please let Miss Pamela know," he added and was gone before Ginger could ask why he couldn't tell her himself.

"Miss Pamela," she muttered under her breath in a mocking tone. That was another thing Eric had taken to doing lately: referring to Pam as 'Miss Pamela' even to her face. She jumped as Pam appeared at her side, breaking her from her thoughts.

"I saw Eric speak to you, what did he say?" she demanded.

"He asked me to tell you that he had to go out for a moment," Ginger replied carefully.

"Why?"

Ginger looked into her eyes and knew – even without being glamoured – that she couldn't lie to her, "Something about Sookie…?"

Ginger winced as Pam looked liable to explode with rage, but in the next moment she had calmed herself. "I'm feeling a little tired at the moment, Ginger, be a dear and mind the bar will you?" Pam asked sweetly.

Ginger bobbed her head a shade too enthusiastically, "Of course."

Shooting her a winning smile that didn't quite meet her eyes, Pam slipped passed Ginger and into Eric's office.

Calmly she shut the door behind her and sat down behind his desk, before she suddenly ceased being so calm and burst into uncharacteristic tears, burying her face into her folded arms on Eric's desk.

Pam wasn't sure how long she had been weeping before she felt someone stroking her hair, "Hush now, child, tears never do any good."

She froze: that was the last voice she expected to hear.