Authors note: So this is my first attempt at a Paric fic. Okay, this is my first attempt at a True Blood fic but I hope you guys like it, or the start of it really, I haven't finished, there is still at least one more chapter to come. I've rated it M because there could and most likely will be some mature themes later, after all the person who gave me the prompt did ask for it haha.

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Oh! Also this was written on a phone so please excuse any mistakes in grammar that you find, voice over on the Iphone doesn't' really pick things up like that.

Fandom: True Blood

Pairing: Pam/Eric

Rating: M for later chapters.

Warnings: None that I can think of.

Characters: Eric Northman, Pamela. Jessica, Sookie, Bill (Mentioned.)

Summary: it's been over a year since Pam had laid eyes on her maker after the events that happened outside of The Moon Goddess emporium, one night while taking stock in the basement of Fangtasia she gets an unexpected Surprise.

(TERRIBLE SUMMARY DON'T STAKE ME!)

Pam had done exactly what he'd told her to do. She had ran, ran from the streets outside of Moon Goddess, ran from Bon Temps and from him, from her maker. The man she'd loved as a father, a brother, a son and a lover for the past 100 + years of her life all because she'd done exactly what he wouldn't if he had been in her place and Godric had been in his. Unfortunately Eric hadn't seen it her way, all he could see was Sookie and her precious fairy vagina. He'd yelled at her, which in all truth wasn't anything new, he'd yelled at her before in the past as all makers did at some point but this time had been different, this time he'd threatened to kill and he'd meant it, she had seen it in his eyes, heard in his voice and in the words he spoke, she'd felt it in their bond.

So she'd ran, ran as fast as she could despite every drop of blood in her body trying to pull her back to her maker. That had been one year, six months, 3 weeks, 2 days and five hours ago, not that she was counting.

Currently Pam was in the basement of Fangtasia, her heels clicking loudly against the concrete floor as she walked past the coffins she and Eric once shared towards the refrigerated room were they kept the bottles of true blood, she'd take stock, refill the bar upstairs then leave.

The only reason she'd shown up was because she knew Eric wouldn't be in, Jessica had told her the previous night that Sookie had told her that Eric was taking her to Sweden for a two week Vacation in the house he kept there, in their house. It had taken a lot more than she'd expected to keep the block that she had on their bond under control then.

Jessica had been great, despite Pam's unwillingness to admit it, or at least out loud to Jessica's face but she had been. Jessica had been there when both Bill and Eric had put themselves in the way of a wooden bullet to save little Bo Peep. She understood why Pam had done what she did, had thanked her for it.

Jessica had taken over her shifts at the bar, she'd kept her in the loop, told her when Eric would and wouldn't be at the bar so that Pam could come in and do what she needed to do, the bar after all was hers as well. Jessica had kept Eric distracted at Sookie's house while Pam cleared the house she had once shared with Eric of her belongings.

Pam had kept their bond open for the first few nights but it'd gotten too much. She'd felt the relief he'd felt when he was back with Sookie, felt the joy at their relationship, felt the pleasure that he felt each time he lay with her. For years she'd watched Eric with other women, she'd felt him with them but they'd never stuck around for longer than a few hours, if they even lasted that long. Sookie had came into their lives one stupid night, showing stupid pictures of stupid people and asking stupid questions, their lives hadn't been the same since, she hadn't seen it then but she saw it now. So she'd put a block up, she knew, for a fact that he could break it easily, he had done so in the past but this time he didn't, he didn't even try too.

As Pam lifted the crate of 16 bottles of True Blood that would refill the bar out of the freezer she turned and locked the latch, her thoughts so far back in the memories the basement held, despite her inhuman abilities she didn't hear the thunderous thumping of the music from the floor above ground to a halt or smell that the air that was usually filled with the sent of alcohol drenched humans grinding in clothes far too tight for their unattractive bodies clear up in a matter of minutes.

It was only when the door to the basement slammed shut hard enough to shake the floor that Pam's mind cleared. She knew instantly who the deep and slightly accented voice that spoke behind her belonged to, she'd heard it last over a year ago and every day in her dreams since.

"Pam."