Author's Note: Finally, jumping back on the writing horse... I always hated that there was no mention of Pam's reaction to Godric's True Death. Or, more importantly, Pam's reaction to Eric's agony over losing his maker. So since I'm having a hard time getting past my writer's block on my season four Paric Fic, this little beauty was just begging to be written.

Chapter 1

Agony, pure and potent, flooded her senses. Like liquid silver roaring through her veins, it filled every last corner of her body.

The rush of emotion hit her without any warning and, unable to guard herself against it, Pam fell to her knees, clutching at her chest, aching to claw out her still heart. Just as suddenly as it had engulfed her, the pain was replaced with a dull ache. Her own panic filled her. The receipts she'd been calculating rained down around her prone form, as, for a split second, she believed he was truly gone. That he'd left her.

She franticly searched their bond, choked sobs racking her body, when a brief note of suicidal contemplation flowed through their bond. A flash of raw anger followed, and, before it passed, her fangs dropped and she'd let out a primal growl. Her vampire speed had her on her feet and the barstools beside her went flying across the room breaking bottles behind the bar and overturning tables.

Another rush of agony flowed through their bond, eclipsing her relief that their bond was still intact. Bloody tears streamed down her face as realization hit her.

Her beautiful face contorted with grief and she knew. Godric.

Pam crumbled to the floor again, her previous adrenaline leaving her, replaced with a fresh onslaught of her own pain joined with her marker's devastation. Their emotions intertwining to the point where she wasn't sure which were her own and which were his.

Godric was gone.

And Eric was alone.

She needed to get to him.

Pam struggled to her knees, slowing pulling herself up from the bar floor. Gasping for air she didn't need, her instincts screamed at her to will her bond with Eric closed. But she couldn't. She refused to let her maker take on all the devastation alone. If Eric wasn't blocking her from the pain, she would gladly lessen his burden and share it.

Pushing past the grief, she was on her heels and moving to the door when Ginger's frame stopped her.

The barmaid had rushed back in when she'd heard the commotion and was now blocking Pam's exit. Taking in the mess surrounding Pam, she turned to the vampire, "Oh my god. What happened?"

Pam ignored her, moving past the blonde towards the door.

Ginger quickly took in the site around her and moved to follow Pam, "Where are you going? I thought you where staying here this morning?"

She didn't know why she even indulged the barmaid with an answer, "I need to get to Eric. I need to get to Texas."

The desperation in her voice didn't go unnoticed by the barmaid, realizing Pam's intent, "You can't go out there… the sun is coming up."

The sun. Just the mention of it brought her exhaustion to the forefront of her mind. She was so tried. Pam stopped in her tracks. "Fuck."

Another wave of misery swept over her and she buckled a little under its weight. Ginger grabbed onto her arm, catching her. Pam let a snarl pass her lips and the barmaid's hands swiftly left her.

She didn't have time for this. Eric's emotions were chaotic and unpredictable. The fact that he had no emotional barriers between them, terrified her. She needed to get to Eric, before he did something he'd regret.

"You ok?"

Pam bit back the pain and, ignoring Ginger completely, pulled her cell out and dialed. There were three rings before a gruff voice filled the line, "Who the hell is this and why are you calling at 5 AM?!"

"Dog. I need you to make a delivery."

"..Pam?" there was a groggy recognition when he answered. He sounded more alert when he continued, "What does Eric need at this godforsaken hour."

"Just get your ass over to Fangtasia Mutt. NOW!"

Alcide was then greeted by the dial tone.

Author's Note: Should the next chapter be from Eric's POV?