My first attempt at a Sookie/Godric story, may be a oneshot or may well develop into more…possibly S/G/E? Depends on reception and whether or not I can get a beta or muse. Be gentle with me. I own nothing, ownership of Sookie and crew belong to Mr Alan Ball and Charlaine Harris.

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Sookie groaned as she stopped running to breathe. Feeling the rough surface under her fingers she quickly retracted her now stinging hand and crouched down to try and regain her regular breathing pattern and also make herself as small as possible to keep hidden.

The fairies were fucking crazy.

Fuck her life.

Hearing a screeching sound Sookie looked up to see some of the grotesque monsters staring at her. Mumbling a quick "Shit!" Sookie took off again just as the glowing sphere in their hands destroyed the ground were she had previously been standing. Running as fast as she could Sookie wondered when everything had gone to hell in a hand basket.

Pardon her french.

When Sookie had first arrived here she had felt at peace, Claudine had been kind and welcoming and had looked after her on both her own plane and here in the land of the Fae. Yet when Sookie had seen her granddaddy Earl she had realized that obviously not everything was as it seemed here. And there was some weird shit going on in the fruit.

So imagine her surprise when all of a sudden this Mab lady had come in all sweet smiles and veiled threats and after a few confessions and a little weird fairy magic here Sookie was, running for her life.

Again.

De ja vu much?

Hearing a blast close by Sookie was pulled away from her recollections and forced to concentrate on somehow finding a way out of this mess and getting home. Please God let her get home!

Taking in her surroundings she ran towards a rocky hillside and said a prayer of thanks when she noticed a dark entrance, perhaps to a cave?

Covering her mouth with her hand to lessen the sound of her heavy breathing Sookie moved towards it quickly and tried to put as much distance between herself and the mad people outside as humanly possible. Seriously how did she get herself into these situations? If it wasn't vampires fucking her over it was shifters, maenads or werewolves trying to kill her.

Moving quickly Sookie tried to ignore the dampness of the water underfoot seeping into her shoes and tiptoed through the darkness both trying to both hide and find an escape also. Tripping over a rock she cringed as the sound of her body slapping against the ground echoed throughout the cavernous place and she stayed silent and hoped that nothing heard her or ventured in to find out what caused the noise.

Rising up again Sookie felt the adrenaline pumping through her body. What would happen to the others? The other humans who came here and ate the fruit, would they be forced to stay here forever, eternally youthful yet always hungry, always yearning for something and never receiving their fill? Could they be saved?

Sookie paled when a cool hand clamped across her mouth preventing her from making a sound. She struggled against her captor and felt tears beginning to spill over. This was it, this was the end. She would die all alone and no one would know were she was. She would never see her family, her friends, Bill…Eric, ever again.

"Stop struggling Miss Stackhouse." Once again Sookie froze and her body stopped its struggle and went numb.

She knew this voice.

This was the voice of a dead man.

"I know you are surprised to hear from me, believe me I am surprised to be here." The voice said kindly with a hint of amusement. Sookie felt the hand leave her mouth and she turned in her captors grasp.

Looking upon her captor Sookie felt her heart race as a thousand questions raced through her mind. "What in heavens name…are you real? Is this a dream?"

Smiling, her captor pused her windswept hair out of her face and tucked her now wild curls behind her ear before allowing his fingers to dance across her cheekbones, down her neck and along her collarbone. " I assure you, this is no dream." He punctuated this sentence with the light 'snicking' sound of his fangs descending.

"Godric…" Sookie stated in wonder.

"Come Miss Stackhouse, let us find a way to get you home."

Godric turned away from her and took a few steps pausing to look back at her. Sookie stared at Godric, her eyes flicking between his face and his hand, outstretched in her direction. Inhaling deeply Sookie took three long steps forward and slid her fingers between his trusting him to guide her.

As they moved quietly through the damp cave Sookie felt herself being thrust behind Godrics back and she pressed herself against him fro behind grabbing onto his fleshy hip as she peered over his shoulder to see why Godric had moved into such a protective stance.

Walking slowly from the other side of the cave Sookie could see the shadow of a person moving in thie r direction, her breathing accelerated as she pressed herself closer to Godrics back seeking both his comfort and protection. Godric never turned back to look at her but instead kept his eyes firmly on the intruder, his fangs everpresent. Yet the hand that moved from his side to behind his back to caress Sookies arm helped to sooth her panic.

As the being walked closer Sookie stared, it was evident whomever this was, was indeed a fairy. A male fairy. What was strange was how he bowed down in front of Godric, and bared his neck in a sign of submission. Something even Sookie, only partly fairy, considered a bad move seeing as vampires appeared to be oh you know addicted to fairy blood…

"My name is Claude, I am here to help you escape. I can get you home."

Godrics head tilted to the side as he looked upon the fairy appraisingly. "Keep talking."