Title: Unexpected

Fandom: True Blood

Pairing: Pam/Tara

Author: Mirandyscrow

Rating: Pg-13 to R

Summary: A small ficlet inspired by "Hold On" by Wilson Philips. Not a songfic.

Archive: Sure if you really want it. Lol, it would be a surprise to me, just ask my permission first. (It's nice when people ask)

Disclaimer: True Blood belongs to Alan Ball and HBO. The characters therein come from the beautiful brain of Charlaine Harris. I'm just using them for my own fangirl fun. Any and all other brand names belong to their respective owners. This if a piece of fiction from my own crazy imagination and I do not make any money on it.

Spoilers: Not really. All you have to know is that Tara was turned by Pam and they are HAWT.

Author's Note: After watching the Tamela kiss like fifty times and squeeing like a crazy tin-hatting fangirl every single time, I decided to try my hand a few little Pam/Tara drabbles inspired by songs. It's not quite and iPod meme challenge but close enough for me.

Beta: Mad props to my beta and wifey faithlessfate for whipping this story into shape and making it worth reading as well as helping with the sexy bits. Any and all careless mistakes I claim as my own.

Perhaps the first thing Tara had to get used to, besides the strong thirst for human blood and the fact that she could smell fear, was being able to hear everything within a fifty mile radius. That's why as she was closing up Fangtasia she was surprised to hear a very faint couple of notes of piano before it disappeared completely.

Curious at this development, Tara walked down the stairway into the basement where she swore she'd heard the music. She frowned, concentrating hard. She knew that song, but it couldn't actually be coming from Pam's coffin, could it? A large shit-eating grin blossomed across Tara's face as she lifted the lid.

"Can I help you?" Pam asked in her usual bored tone.

Even the annoyed look her maker shot her could not wipe away her utter amusement. "Whatcha listening to?" Tara asked innocently.

"Nothing," Pam said. She grabbed the lid to her coffin and tried to close it quickly.

"I never took you for a Wilson Philips fan," Tara continued. Her smile hadn't diminished in the slightest.

"And I never took you for an idiot with a death wish." Pam sat up slowly. "So I tell you what, I'll let you live out the rest of your undead life if you leave right now and never speak of this again."

"I don't have friends anymore. Who would I tell?" Tara shrugged off the threat. "More to the point who would believe me?"

"In any case, I set very strict guidelines to be followed when it came to opening my coffin and you broke a rule."

"Pam, come on!" Tara said desperately, backing up in horror. She knew the all important 'Don't disturb me unless Fangtasia is burning to the ground' rule was quite literal but there's no reason to be this… dare she say, uppity, about this.

"You know the punishment," Pam said with a threatening smirk. "As your maker…"

"NO!" Tara screamed, plugging her ears and flashing out of the basement in an instant.

Pam smirked and settled back down in her coffin. She restarted her iPod and closed her eyes.

"I know there's pain…"

~Fin~

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