Guidelines:
Well, just to let you know this story takes place before Deadlocked and after Dead reckoning. Sookie is having a pleasant day with Sam (having some problems roaming in her mind) until something unexpected happens. Also, it's apparently not done but it will be soon…I hope so.

Chapter 1

Sunday morning and I just wanted to stay in bed all day long but I had plenty of things to do. How original! I thought as I stretched on the bed and looked over my shoulder at the clock that was showing 9 AM. I yawned once more being as sleepy as it could have got. Then I realized what time it was and my eyes opened up wide. Oh, crapola! I got up from the bed as fast as a rocket would have. Well, if rockets were sleeping in a bed.

My cell phone was on the silent mode –big mistake! - Sam had already called me four times which was normal considering that we were supposed to meet at 8:30 AM and I was obviously running horribly late. I picked up my phone and dialed Sam's number; even though his contact was on the speed dial. I didn't bother going there since I knew his number by heart.

I waited for about two seconds until Sam picked his phone up "Sook?" Sam's voice echoed in my ear not only worried but also relived. I didn't have to read his mind to realize that. Except that, I can't read minds over phones. Sam has been a friend of mine for such a long time. It's not hard to tell what he is thinking "I got worried sick, where are you?" I sighed silently. Ι hoped he didn't hear me. The fact that I was sleeping and he was worried sick was definitely ironic.

"I am so sorry, Sam. I have a feeling I over slept," I apologized but this was the truth. I just hid some…useless information. I didn't want to tell him the exact reason of over sleeping, anyway. I bet; he wouldn't have wanted to know himself. I had spent my night with Eric since Dermot slept somewhere else –unknown to me -. It was a shame, Eric and I weren't like we used to be but I was sure, I loved him. I was wondering countless times though if this would last. Now we had an extra problem to deal with: The Queen of Oklahoma. Thank you, Appius! Sam started talking and I got the chance to shake away my feelings. "I can come and pick you up; maybe I can have a cup of coffee with you." He offered and I wondered if he was inviting himself to my house. God bless Sam, I surely didn't mind if he did that, I had always loved hanging out with him. Frankly, in my world friends were a kind of extinction.

"It would be great if you came over by, Sam." I admitted and then I added with embarrassment coloring in my voice, "but I am afraid that I'm still in pajamas and besides, I haven't even made any coffee yet." Geez Louise, after all, I had just gotten up. "You are the worst hostess in the history of all the hostesses." Sam said laughing softly and I couldn't help but agree, "I will do my best so by the time you will be here, you will have a hot cup of coffee." I promised him and then we hung up.

Alright, first and foremost I had to pull all of my thoughts together. I tried not to think about the previous events that had taken place in my life. Normally, whenever I thought about it, I ended up all moody. That wasn't going to happen again. At least, that's what I had promised myself. But of course, somewhere in a corner of my mind, I knew I had a million problems that were asleep until dusk. One of them was Eric's marriage. I urged myself to stop. For god's sake, I was thinking way too much.

Truth to be told, I couldn't help but notice how closer Sam and I had got. It was certainly a good thing; I had a really dear friend and I could tell him my problems whenever I wished –like he had told me to do so- but I didn't want to take advantage of that. Sam had his own problems to deal with and lately I was off in Sookievalley.

It didn't take much time to dress up so I had as much time as I needed to clean the house. I picked to wear a nice yellow t-shirt that was buried somewhere deep in my closet. I was surprised; I hadn't seen it before. I was even tempted to search for more clothes and I am sure, I would have found many other t-shirts in Sookie's-Closet-Adventure. However, I had to clean the house. Sookie's-Closet-Adventure could wait until I had some free-time in my hands.

In less than fifteen minutes I had made up my bed, put make up on, made coffee and cleaned the kitchen. That was somewhat of a new record, I guessed. It also turned out that Sam and I had great timing. I was cleaning the last counter when the bell rang.

I almost ran towards the door to greet Sam. "Hey, there!" I said cheerfully, stepping back without even saying the typical come on in. Sam would do that anyway. Sam smiled to me as cheerfully and I was feeling just great. Hopefully, that would last.

Sam didn't seem as smiley as he was most of the time. He had been fighting with his girlfriend Jannalynn who in my –humble- opinion was not good enough for Sam. She was always so violent, it just didn't seem like she was Sam's type.

There was an awkward silence when Sam entered. Maybe it was because I was lost in thought or maybe because he had suspected what I was thinking. Either way, I was not going to judge him. Well, at least I would try not to. I was tempted to judge Jannalynn. Didn't I have a right to do that, after all? Nope, maybe I didn't.

Sam guided himself to the kitchen without saying a word to me and then he took a seat. I poured some hot coffee in a cup and handed to him and then I placed the jar with the sugar next to him in case he wanted his coffee to be sweeter.

"Well," I started off but then I looked down at my own cup. I had poured some coffee before Sam appeared but it had started getting a little colder than I preferred it. "What?" Sam said as he shook his head and you could clearly see his reddish strikes on his hair. "Nothing. I am just glad you are here today," I confessed smiling. I didn't want to say that at first but he didn't seem to realize it. Instead, he smiled right back at me and said; "I'm glad too, trust me." He sighed.

I was so tempted to ask him what was going on with Jannalynn but I couldn't. That would have been just plain rude and I'm damn sure my grandmother wouldn't want me to behave like this so I stayed silent. Since no one of us decided to talk, my mind flew to Dermot who had not spent the day at my house the previous night. It was strange not to hear him working up in the attic but I would live. I looked up at Sam. He was looking at me. Uh-oh. More confessions? Hopefully, not.

"How…" His voice trailed of at the first word of his sentence. That wasn't good. Sam hadn't been used in doing that. I nodded so he would continue talking. "How are you and Eric doing?" Hell! That was as heavy as a rock! It definitely knocked me out of the field. Nice one Sam, I thought. Sam expected an honest answer. You could see it in the way his eyes sparkled but I couldn't give him one of those answers.

So, I took a sip of my coffee and shrugged. I tried to seem care-free about it, Sam didn't seem to buy it. "We have been better." I said which was the truth. Then I took some courage and asked Sam, "how come you and Jannalynn don't seem pretty good, either. What timing!" I noticed. Sam looked down at his cup feeling…awkward? "Is it that obvious, huh?" I shrugged once more and laughed. "Yes, it is. I mean, you can't avoid such a scowl on your face or even Jannalynn's." But it's harder to tell with Jannalynn since she always has a scowl on her face. I continued the thought in my head and I knew that was mean but hey! We all do such thoughts, don't we?

We talked a little more about it and I realized that my relationship with Eric –if that's what you call it – was in a better level than Sam's. Eric was such a lovely company from time to time. I didn't know about Jannalynn but Sam didn't seem really happy. I was sure, he would look better eventually.

"Sook, it's time to go," Sam stated and I just nodded, "you are right. Just let me do the dishes and then we can go" I smiled and got up. Doing the dishes wasn't one of the best activities of mine but I hated it when I knew that some unwashed dishes were left in the sink. I was definitely turning into my grandmother. I was becoming Adele's clone. Freaky. My grandmother was amazing, indeed. Yet, I couldn't picture myself in her shoes. She was a hero and she despised dishwashers.

"Ready to go!" I made a move with my hand and pointed at the living room so he followed me there. I grabbed my purse and whatever else I needed. I was excited to hang out with Sam again. The last time we had gone out was when I wanted to clean my attic and he needed to buy something to Jannalynn. In matter of fact that something were two lovely earrings.

Soon enough we were out of my house. It was so nice outside. The sun was shining above us and the birds were twittering. Only if I could sun tan! I looked up in the sky once more and thought about those sky fairies but Sam woke me up from my daydreaming with a soft poke on my arm. "…Sookie?" He said and his voice trailed off sounding more worried than he should have. "Mhm?" I said and looked down. "What's that…glow?" He pointed into the woods and my eyes opened up wide. Could it be the gate that led into Faery?