Season 7.2- Chapter 1
Int. Hospital Ward- Day
Sookie came.
Sam's thoughts are like a film reel playing over and over. He stands up over his hospital bed, and shrugs on his jacket.
As he exits the room, he walks in a fazed fashion, unaware of his direction nor his surroundings. Suddenly we hear a baby wailing. Sam freezes in his tracks. He turns to see a birthing ward. There is a huge glass window in front of him. On the other side are a dozen babies in plastic cradles with labels in front of them.
This triggers pain. And suddenly we are taken back in time.
"Sam!"
Sam stumbles in the darkness of the bedroom, heading towards the dim glow inside the bathroom.
"Nicole?"
There is a faint sob. Sam's ears prick up some more, and after a moment's hesitation, he opens the door. Nicole is sitting on the corner of the bathroom floor with her knees tucked in. There are drops of blood on the floor.
Sam's eyes widen in alarm, and he whispers "What happened?"
"I…. I lost the baby."
Sam opens his mouth in surprise, unable to coax words to comfort Nicole. He closes his mouth, and his eyebrows shoot up, his eyes start brimming up with tears.
The same facial expression shows as we see Sam standing before the birthing ward. Suddenly a clatter down the hallway startles Sam, and his head swivels to the direction of the racket. His feet are no longer glued to the floor. We can see his outline shrinking as he leaves the hallway.
INTRO SONG PLAYS:
When you came in the air went out.
And every shadow filled up with doubt.
I don't know who you think you are,
But before the night is through,
I wanna do bad things with you.
I'm the kind to sit up in his room.
Heart-sick and eyes filled up with blue.
I don't know what you've done to me,
But I know this much is true:
I wanna do bad things with you.
When you came in the air went out.
And all those shadows there, are filled up with doubt.
I don't know who you think you are,
But before the night is through,
I wanna do bad things with you.
I wanna do real bad things with you.
Ow, ooh.
I don't know what you've done to me,
But I know this much is true:
I wanna do bad things with you.
I wanna do real bad things with you.
Int. Deep in the Cave- Dusk
Eric sits up in the cave. He seems fully healed. Pam's jacket can be found wrapped around his hips, with a subtle knot in the front of his groin.
"Morning, m'dear."
Pam's demeanor has changed. She is back to her usual self. She doesn't seem quite pleased at the thought of waking up to see the interior of a dark, damp cave.
"Oh jesus. We're still here."
Eric looks at Pam, and gives a sly grin.
"Yes, and I'm alive and well."
"No thanks to me."
His grin slowly fades away.
"Pam… do not undermine my appreciation for what you did."
He gives her a stern look. His eyes melt Pam's icy stance.
"I am truly grateful for you, and I always will be."
Pam's eyes soften, and she smiles slightly.
"So, where were you planning on heading to next?"
Pam sighs. "Well, there's the slight problem that has been spreading like wildfire…"
Eric looks grimly at Pam. "You mean infected vampires?"
"Yes."
It takes a moment for Eric to register the thought.
"In Bon Temps…?"
Pam's eyes lower to the floor of the cave. Her face does not fathom any glimmer of dismissal.
Eric's eyes glower a bit. He stands up straight, but his sturdy pose is contrasted with the silly garment wrapped around his hips.
Int. Sookie's Living Room- Day
The television is on, and there is a infomercial showcasing a vacuum that boasts to suck every inch of filth from your residence.
Sookie steps down the staircase, only to find Alcide laying on the couch. He turns his head, and sits up.
"Good morning. Or should I say, afternoon?" Alcide gives a small smile.
"Sorry. I just… I slept really late."
"Yeah. What happened?"
"Uh, I just.."
"Bill came, didn't he?"
Sookie looks at Alcide with a bit of hesitation.
"Uh, yeah."
Alcide's eyes burn into Sookie. He is waiting for her to elaborate on last night's encounter.
"He just wanted to check in on me."
"My word wasn't enough, huh?"
"You should know by now that Bill will never take anyone else's word except mine."
"Do you really think he deserves to be forgiven?"
Sookie cocks her head sideways, walking around to sit on the opposing couch.
"Why do you think I've forgiven him?"
Alcide sighs, and he glances away for a few seconds before looking at Sookie once again.
"If anyone, I should know that you've got a soft spot for him."
Sookie is about to protest, but she stops mid-sentence.
"I am not-…. Ok. Whatever you think, but I've not forgotten for one second what he's done to me."
"After all he's done? How can you just let him back in your life like that?"
Sookie shakes her head.
"That's the thing Alcide, he will always remain a part of my life, whether we like it or not."
Alcide exhales heavily, and he shifts in his seat. The television is still going on in the background.
"Your relationship with him is traumatic… He's like a wavering alcoholic seeing the accident he has caused."
Sookie chews deliberately on Alcide's words. She finally glances at him fiercely.
"Yes, you're right. Maybe it was a tragic accident. But it doesn't mean we ever stop helping or saving the alcoholic. We all overcome damaging pasts and recover someday."
Alcide groans, and just when he is about to come with a counter, Sookie raptly speaks once more, "You were once the same way with Debbie. You can't have the justification of telling me what to do simply because you lived through it yourself."
Because their conversations were usually pauciloquent, this sudden change in conversation was proving to be strenuous both in their mental capacity, and their relationship.
"So what, you're going to invite him in next?" Alcide scowled.
Int. Police Station- Day
We see Jason Stackhouse in his office. He is seated at his desk, the phone cord is curled around his fingers, and he is nodding at the incoherent babble coming from the phone.
"Yeah, we know about that already."
"Uh-huh."
"Ma'am, I gotta say we are taking care of it."
"Ok."
"A good day to you too."
He slides the phone in the receiver, and sighs contently.
Standing up to stretch, he looks out of the window, and he decides to leave his desk, just then, the phone rings. Jason scoffs and he shakes his head, gesturing with his hands that the caller can just leave a message.
He steps outside, and his eyes squint in the bright daylight. He inhales the fresh autumn air, and he smiles a bit. So liberating.
"How ya doin?"
Jason whirls around to see Sheriff Bellefleur checking up on him.
"I'm- I'm doing good."
"You look like shit. You got black rings under your eyes."
Jason's mouth gapes a bit, and he stutters, "Well I'm just- my sleeping schedule is just a bit different."
"Yeah, that vamp getting ya to stay up all night?"
"H- Her name's Violet."
"Whatever, she doesn't greet anyone here, how are we supposed to know her name?"
Realizing that Andy wasn't asking a question, Jason looks away awkwardly to the scenery in front of him. It has been too long since he's been able to say anything he wanted, to be somewhere where he wasn't accompanied by Violet. This thought takes a while, and before Jason is able to think any further, Andy's voice cuts the air.
"Are you in love with her?"
Jason looks at Andy again, and he takes a few seconds before replying.
"Uh, yeah, I guess."
Andy's face expresses disapproval in his typical Bellefleur fashion.
"If you had to guess it, it ain't real, Stackhouse." Then he turns back inside the station, leaving Jason to stare upon Andy's disappearing footsteps.
… to be continued.