I do not own these characters in no way, they belong to Charlaine Harris, I just wanted to play in her sandbox.
This story is set after the great reveal but before Sookie has met any vampires. For now it is focused on Sookie and Godric and the spark that I feel that they would of experienced if the show had not of killed him off. Also this story will follow along some of the show and books. So if you have not read the books or seen the show there may be spoilers in here. Some of the ideas will be mine, and I really hope you enjoy this story as much as I am enjoying writing it. Also I am looking for a Beta, so if you are interested please send me a message.
So far the week had been going extremely well. This is something I have never experienced before now. My best friend finally talked me into taking a vacation. Me, public, hearing what goes on in peoples minds is never a good combination. But I have spent my whole life hiding from the world and never experiencing it. Tara and I have spent almost the whole week lounging by the pool in the afternoons and going to the hottest night spots in the evening. Yes I am more exhausted since I have to work so much harder to keep my shields up and all the "voices" out, but I have to admit that this has been the best time in my life. The only problems I have is that since I have come to vacation in Dallas, that I have been having these dreams that are really strange. I am always alone in a bed with a man that is cool to the touch behind me, he never speaks but does the most amazing things with his hands. These dreams are getting a lot better than the normal smut romance that I check out from the library back home. After these dreams I don't believe I will be able to read that anymore.
Right now we are getting ready to go to one of the most premier clubs in all of Dallas, if not the whole state of Texas. We have been hearing about it the whole time we have been here but have not gotten around to checking it out. Now with only one night after this one that we will be here we decide to go check it out. We have only been here for two hours and Tara is well on her way to being drunk, she has consumed almost five drinks now. As soon as THAT song came on, she starts dragging me toward the dance floor. I love to dance, and am really good at it but this dance that we made in high school, which by the way almost got us both expelled, I have no intension of doing in public again. I dig in my heels, but have forgotten that I wore high heels tonight so it was really no help to me at all, and made it all the more easier for Tara to drag me to the floor. This dance is very provocative, every eye in the room was glued on the two of us as we bumped and grinded the song out. Even though this dance was a bit embracing, I mean come on no one here knows me or Tara. They are never going to see us ever again, so with this in mind I let loose and loose myself in the beat of the music. As the song goes on I can feel all the stares on us, but that just makes me grind into Tara all the more. When the song ends I am completely breathless so we start to head for the bar for a drink and that is where I see him.
He looks like a god, he is beautiful, sexy and just HOT. He is staring right at me, like he could just eat me whole. As if it could it leaves me more breathless than after my dance a moment ago. His eyes, his eyes are such a crystal blue that I just seem to fall into them. Just as I start to head toward him, Tara grabs my arm and says, "where are you going girl, the bar is over here." Tara spun around much too fast for all she had drunk, and tripped falling into a table. OH MY GOD. "Tara, Tara." was all I could say and I kneeled down beside her. She must of hit her head on the corner of the table, she was out like a light, and there was so much blood. Putting my hands over her wound to try to stop the bleeding I yell "some one please help, help please. Tara you stay with me girl. Some one call 911." as I look around to see if anyone is listening to me. It seemed like every thing slowed down after that. The music and the noise just died away. The next thing I knew was a man in a white uniform was pulling me away so that another dressed just like him could start care for Tara.
That is how I found myself in a waiting room in a hospital in Dallas waiting to find out if my best friend from child hood would be ok. All I could do is pace and pray, pray and pace. It all seemed like a very bad dream, one minute we are having the best times of our lives and now it seems to have all gone to hell in a hand basket. The worry is causing me to not be able to think straight, I now have no energy to keep my shields up so I can hear every single person in this hospital except the one I want to hear which is Tara. I know I am alone in this room but I get a cold chill ripple down my spine and I feel as if someone is starring a hole right through me. I cant help but look around and I think I am really going crazy because there is no one here but me. Just then one of the dr.'s comes in, "Miss Stackhouse, I'm Dr. Lancer, I just left your friend Tara. She is stable right now, we was able to stop the bleeding and stitch her up. However she is still unconscious. We can not seem to wake her up. She is gone for scans right now so that we can make sure her brain is not swelling. That is what we think right now is keeping her unconscious, but we will know more when the test results come in. I will come back and give you an update as soon as I know something and when you can see her." I sat stunned as the Dr. left the room. I know she didn't fall that hard, she couldn't have been that hurt. Nothing can happen to her, if she leaves me I wont have no friends left. She is my best friend, my sister I never had, I cant loose her. She has to be all right, she has to be.
The minutes tick by and for each one it seems like an eternity has passed. Every now and then I still feel like I am being watched, but there is no other person here with me. I guess I am going crazy from my worries and pacing. Just then the door opens and the Dr. comes back in. "Tara is still stable and we got the results of her scans back and it is not looking good. We know that there is swelling in her brain and that is what is causing her coma. We are monitoring the pressure to make sure that it does not get dangerous, the only thing we can do is wait and see. This is a condition that will either correct itself or not, there is nothing we can do further than keep her comfortable and keep a close monitor on her condition. Does she have any family that we can contact for her?" she asked sitting next to me. "No, neither one of us is local, we were on vacation together from Bon Temps, Louisiana. Her next of kin would be her cousin Lafayette Reynolds, I have his number I think it is best if I call him. Can I see her now?" I asked wiping the tears from my eyes. "yes you can see her now, it may do her some good to hear a familiar voice." she said as she led me down the corridor. She led me to a room and there Tara lay on the bed like she was sleeping peacefully. I couldn't help it, as soon as I saw her I broke down, I couldn't stop the tears from flowing freely down my face. After I spent some time talking to Tara like the Dr. said I should, I called Lafayette to tell him about Tara. He said he would catch the next flight out to be here as soon as he could. I spent the whole night by Tara's side when the nurse told me to go to the motel to get some rest and they would call me if anything changed, that I couldn't do anything here but exhaust myself. The only thing left to do is try to get some sleep before Lafayette gets here. I want to be here when he arrives so I can explain to him what happened.
I arrived back at the motel just after dawn, it had been one hell of a night, and I was so exhausted that I almost forgot to tell the clerk that I was expecting a guest. Once I made it up to my room I collapsed on my bed and was asleep before my head hit the pillow. I didn't sleep well, and had bad dreams all day. When I finally woke up it was just past noon, thinking about the dreams I had, I ran to Tara's room to tell her about them just to stop short when I saw her bed hadn't been used. That's when I realized that it wasn't nightmares that I had been having, it was real the whole thing. I needed to get to the hospital to check on her, so I rushed through my routine, a world record for me of only fifteen minutes. I arrived at the hospital and could see from her that nothing had changed even before the nurse told me so. This has turned into the worst vacation I have ever had, even if it is the only one I have had.
Two hours later Lafayette arrived. "Hookah what happened to her? Is she going to be fine?" he said in a rush to her side. "I just don't know Lafayette; nothing has changed since they got her stable. The Dr. said that it was a wait and see. I just pray that she will pull through this; you know how tough she is. This is my entire fault; I shouldn't have let her drink so much. We shouldn't have gone to that club in the first place." I told him crying. We came to the decision that he would stay the day with Tara and I would stay the nights. I never got a call from Lafayette so when I woke up just past six I can only assume that everything was the same with her. By the time I got back to her room he had left for the night, and there had still been no change.
All night I have had the feeling that I am being watched, though no one is there. It is the strangest feeling. Lafayette got there earlier than usual and so I went back to the hotel to get some rest since I didn't get as much streets of Dallas are deserted at two am, but I still can't shake the feeling that I am being watched and maybe followed; it must be lack of sleep and nerves. I stepped off the curb to cross the street and just as my foot came down, I am so clumsy that my foot slipped and I started going down. I brace for impact but it never comes, instead I have two arms wrapped around my waist.
Hope this is an easier read than the first submission. If you have any suggestions to the story please let me know. thanks for reading.