AN: Hi everyone, I'm definitely a lurker, but I'm taking a step out of the shadows to try my hand at writing. This is my first story, so any feedback is much appreciated. The characters I'm just playing with as they belong to CH and AB. Hope you enjoy!

Eric Northman couldn't help the grin that was on his face as he walked around his nightclub. Having only been open a few weeks, it was now one of the premier hotspots in all of Los Angeles. Most of the credit for this venture had to go to his sister, Pam. After years of bugging him about it, he'd finally given in, and together they were running this place. If things continued the way they were now, Pam was now talking opening clubs in other major cities like New York, Chicago, and Atlanta. He'd put the brakes on those plans for now, Pam could get ahead of herself sometimes if he didn't reign her in. Eric was making his way over towards the bar when he noticed a familiar face he hadn't seen in over a decade. A smirk appeared on his face as he made his way over, "Can't believe you're here, Laf."

Lafayette couldn't help but lick his suddenly dry lips as the one and only Eric Northman approached him. Eric's hair was now short and styled with gel instead of the almost to his shoulders way he had it in high school. Lafayette took in the black leather pants and tight black tank and shook his head, "You know it ain't fair that a mutha fucka like you that is sex on a stick bats for the wrong team. Mmm mmm the trouble I could give you if you'd give me five minutes. I guarantee you I'd have you screaming for Jesus and never looking in a woman's direction again."

Eric broke out into an all out grin as he laughed, "I see you're still the same old Lafayette you were back in the days. What are you doing here?"

Lafayette leaned himself on the edge of the bar and sighed. His flirting and ogling of Eric now complete, reality was setting in quickly. "Tara and I are out here on a bit of a vacation. She saw where you had just opened this place, and she's circling the place as we speak trying to find your fine ass."

Eric arched an eyebrow in curiosity, Tara had never really liked him when he had known her all those years ago. He'd suspected maybe she herself had a crush on him back then, but he didn't know for sure. Or maybe it was just because Tara believed that he'd taken her best friend away from her. "Why do I get the feeling Tara isn't here to give me a hug and say congratulations?"

Lafayette's eyes moved around and finally caught sight of Tara who had finally realized that he was talking with Eric, and she was now pushing people out of her way in her determination to get to them. He saw the fire in Tara's eyes and knew this wasn't gonna go well. He'd begged her to leave it alone, but of course Tara couldn't be talked out of anything once it was in her stubborn head. Lafayette simply came along as backup and hoped he could keep her somewhat under control that police weren't gonna be needed. "We about to find out."

The moment her eyes landed on Eric Northman, she wanted to kill him. She hadn't been his biggest fan when they were young, but she'd tolerated him mostly for Sookie, but no more. She fucking hated this man for the pain he'd caused, and now here he stood in his brand new club living the high life with no regard for what he'd left behind. She came to a stop in front of him and looked up into those sparkling blue eyes. A tiny smirk on his lips was all it took for her hand to reach up and slap him across his face, "You smug bastard."

Eric's eyes widened in shock as Tara smacked him right across the face. It stung a bit, and he certainly hadn't been expecting that. His eyes glanced around the room where customers and staff were gawking in his direction trying to see the drama. Obviously Tara was spoiling for a fight, but he damn well wasn't going to do this in the middle of his business. He lowered his head so he could angrily whisper in her ear, "Follow me to my office, NOW."

Tara was happy to see her hand print already showing up across his cheek. She glanced behind her and motioned her head to Lafayette to follow her as she trailed after Eric on the way to his office. They exited the main part of the club through a back door that led to a long hallway, and a door that led to Eric's office. She watched Eric make himself comfortable behind his desk, and Lafayette chose a seat on the black leather sofa, while she opted to stand in front of the desk with her arms crossed over her chest defensively waiting for Eric to say something.

Eric was trying to keep his temper down enough that he didn't let lose on Tara. That would be something to avoid cause he knew Tara was always ready for a good ol' fight wherever she could get it. "I don't appreciate you coming into my business and making a scene. You're not a child anymore so don't act like one. If you have something to say to me, then say it already."

Tara snorted in disgust at his mention of a child. "You got some nerve, Eric. Here you are living the good life in good old California like you always wanted. You got to play at a big time college program, you had a successful NFL career, you've got more money than God, you've got your women hanging all over you, you've got your expensive homes and cars, you got this fancy new club, but you couldn't bother to ever come around to take care of your responsibility back in Bon Temps. I told Sookie you would break her heart when yall got together back then, but even I couldn't predict how much of a cold hearted bastard you'd turn out to be. I certainly hope you thank Godric for stepping up when you clearly had no intention of ever doing it."

Eric was leaning back in his chair as Tara railed at him in anger in disgust. He had no idea what she was even talking about. "Tara, what happened between me and Sookie is between me and Sookie. And what does Godric have to do with anything? I haven't spoken to him since shortly after Pam and I moved from Louisianna to live with our father almost eleven years ago."

Tara glanced at Lafayette who shrugged in confusion before she focused on Eric again. He was playing games, he had to be. She couldn't believe that he wasn't even curious enough to ask. "Godric has a lot to do with it. He stayed around and stepped up to help when you couldn't be bothered to do so. Unlike you, he's a standup guy that has morals." Again her eyes focused on Eric, and she was dismayed how cool and collected he looked, as if none of this meant a damn thing to him. She rolled her eyes, "I can't believe you aren't even gonna ask how they are doing. I thought you'd at least do that much, Eric."

Eric was losing patience, "Ask about who, Tara? Spit it out."

Tara let out an angry breath as she dug in her purse and pulled out a photo. She took steps toward his desk and threw the picture down onto it. "Sookie and Alex, you jackass. I held my tongue for years, but being out here I wanted to say these things to your face one and for all. You broke my best friend's heart, and you never even bothered to come around for your own kid. You're a deadbeat in my mind, and to be honest it's all for the best. Sook and Alex deserve nothing but the best, and that isn't you. Enjoy your life, Eric."

Eric slowly picked up the photograph Tara had thrown on his desk. His mind barely registered Lafayette and Tara leaving his office and slamming the door. His heart was racing, and he could barely catch his breath. Staring down at the photo sent him into shock and froze him in his seat. He recognized the front porch of Gran's farmhouse. His eyes traced over Sookie was no longer the 16 year old girl he remembered her to be. She'd grownup and turned into a beautiful woman. What nearly stopped his heart beating was what he saw beside Sookie. A boy with wheat colored hair like his own, sparkling blue eyes identical to those he and Pam had, and the boy even had his smile. Sookie's arm was wrapped around the boy's shoulder, pulling him into her side as they smiled at the camera. He blinked several times, opened his mouth, but no words or sound escaped him.

Pam stood in the doorway of Eric's office with an arched eyebrow. She'd heard the yelling from her own office next door, and had seen Tara and Lafayette of all people leaving. She'd knocked a few times with no response before she just walked in. Eric was behind his desk wide eyed and pale as a ghost, "What the hell is going on, Eric?"

Eric finally tore his gaze away from the photo in his hands to look at his younger sister who was obviously concerned. He cleared his throat and barely could come up with a whisper, "I have a son."

Pam's other brow arched like the first as she heard his whispered words across the room. Never in a million years would she have expected that information to come out of Eric's mouth, "Well fuck me." Seemed like the only response she could give at this moment.