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I'm not abandoning my story Watching by any means, but I think Eric needs some lovin' lol so this is my Eric/Jason fic. : ) I think its kinda AU…maybe just a little lol please let me know what you think! And here we go…

Jason sighs as he turns off the ignition of his truck. Another hot sticky day in Bon Temp, the sun was especially hot as he helped out with repairing Hoyte's roof after work. Throwing the door open with a grown he jumps out of the cab, wincing as his slightly sunburned skin moves to much for comfort. Suddenly, a pair of bright headlights fly around the corner and a slick, red Ferrari slides into a vacant parking space fare away from the other vehicles. Jason whistles lowly to himself as he takes in the obviously well cared for machine. The driver has turned off the lights but doesn't seem to be in a hurry to exit the car.

"Must be waitin on someone," Jason thought to himself as he shut his truck door and made his way into Merlott's. There was a nice crowed tonight and Jason could see Sookie and Arlene rushing around trying to keep the customers happy while Tara and Sam scrambled around behind the bar. Spotting an open seat Jason quickly crossed the room to sit on the comfortable bar stool.

"Well Jason Stackhouse, you ever heard of a thing called sunscreen? How're you supposed to keep up with whatever "company" you're takin home tonight if you can't even move?" Tara's sarcastic comment does nothing to stop Jason from sending a smile her way when she places an ice cold beer in front of him.

"Men don't wear sunscreen Tara, you can't be in the middle of heavy lifting and say, 'well hang on a second fellas I've gotta go put some Coppertone on before I start to burn! Causes wrinkles ya know?'" Jason says with a laugh.

Tara just rolls her eyes in a way that screams "you're a dumbass" better than words could. Grabbing the cool bottle Jason brings in to his forehead before tracing it down his face to the back of his neck where it sits for several minutes soothing the burn. Sookie rushes by in a flash of white, green and blond,

"Hey, Jason," she greets him with a smile. "You want something to eat?"

"Sure Sook, burger and fries?"

"You got it."

And she's off again fighting through the crowd. Turning the bar stool around Jason can see the Rattray's sitting in a booth, a gang of friends playing pool and generally people just relaxing after a tough day. Closing his eyes Jason leans back and rests against the bar and listens to the sounds around him, tension draining.

When voices slowly start to grow quiet Jason opens his eyes and looks with everyone else at Merlott's entrance. "Sweet Jesus," Jason thinks as he spots what has captured the bars attention. Standing with an almost inhuman confidence is by far the best looking man Jason has ever seen. His blond hair is slicked back perfectly to show off his masculine features, his black shirt and jeans hug close to show off a body of stone while making his height even more imposing. He has a dangerous air around him that allows him to wear a leather jacket and make it seem like it belongs. No one would ever confuse this man with a scared boy playing dress up.

"Vampire," resonates through Jason's head and by the looks being sent the newcomer's way he's not the only one.

Walking with a panthers grace the man takes a seat at an empty table. Slowly the noise level starts to rise to its previous decibel, but it's obvious what the topic of conversation is now.

"Poor guy," Jason thinks. "Can't even enter a bar without being gawked at, this ain't a damn zoo people."

Sookie rushes up to the bar with a smile on her face,

"It looks like Bon Temp just got a vampire! This is so exciting, Tara do we have any of that True Blood still?"

"No, it went bad." Tara responds obviously having different feelings about the newcomer's arrival.

With a sigh Sookie takes off to wait on Bon Temps most interesting resident. As she got closer Jason found himself focusing on their interactions, but not out of fear. The man made him feel almost…safe, protected. He knew somewhere inside him that the stranger wouldn't hurt his sister. It was curiosity that made him tilt his head in their direction.

"Good evening, what can I get you?" Sookie asks looking ready to jump up and down in excitement. "I'm afraid we're all out of True Blood."

The man gives her a slightly amused look as he peers around the bar, taking in the faces staring back at his own. The ice blue eyes seem to hesitate, then almost unwillingly meets Jason's gaze. A shock races through Jason's body before the gaze snaps back to Sookie and is accompanied by a smirk as the stranger says,

"It's just as well, I prefer fresh blood myself. Why don't you bring me a bottle of whiskey so I have a reason to be here?"

A stunned silence fills the bar and people start to look slightly worried. Sookie's mouth hangs open for a few moments before she realizes what she's doing and snaps it closed.

"Umm, do you mean a shot-" her question is cut off.

"If I meant a shot I wouldn't have said a bottle now would I?" The retort is quiet and lacking any heat.

With a nod Sookie walks back toward the bar before taking the bottle Sam hands her and delivering it to the man without a word. When nothing interesting happens with the vampire people go back to enjoying their evening if only a little more on edge. Jason takes one more appreciative look at him before diving into the plate of food Sookie places in front of him.

When he's finished eating he notices the vampire make his way towards the door with the bottle of whiskey in his hand. Throwing down a few bills and saying his goodbyes Jason walks to the parking lot noticing the absence of the red Ferrari, "should've known" he thinks with a small snort. Jerking open the door to his truck he squints as his eyes get used to the light and freezes when he notices something sitting innocently in the middle of his seat.

A bottle of whiskey.

Eric

Eric tries to control his annoyance before he gets out of the car he is virtually abandoning on the side of the road for a few hours before he takes off running in the direction of the Stackhouse's home. Staying along the tree line he opens his senses and scans the area, no werewolf's seem to be nearby but he doesn't want to leave anything to chance. Its' been years since wolves have come so close to Bon Temps, mostly because of him.

Eric has been watching over the Stackhouse children since they were born to ensure the wolves and more importantly Russell Edgington didn't get a hold of them. He was never told why it was so important that they never fall into Edgington's hands, it simply was what Godric ordered him to do. And today he had to travel from Fangtasia because wolves were spotted not five miles from the Stackhouse family home. He was hesitant to enter Merlott's tonight even if he had good reason. Now he couldn't stay in the shadows if he was going to protect his charges since the wolves were getting bolder, they needed to know that he was nearby. Of course there wasn't much he could do during the day,

"Not my watch," Eric thinks as he tries to ignore the clenching in his stomach. A soft rumble sounds in the distance and a few moments later he sees Jason's truck slowly making its' way down the bumpy drive. Breathing through his nose, Eric can smell the fatigue coming off Jason in waves as he stumbles from the truck. "What the hell was that boy thinking?" he wonders as he watches him slowly turn around and take the bottle of whiskey from the truck, "It will lessen the pain, just drink the damn thing." Its' been over a thousand years since Eric has been human and he cannot remember what a sunburn feels like, but as a vampire he can understand the pain of burning flesh. Maybe it's the same.

He'll be the first to admit that he shouldn't have drawn attention, especially Jason's, to himself. Now there might be questions and Jason might notice Eric following him, still it couldn't be helped. Well the whiskey might have been pushing it, but that was a personal indulgence.

Jason makes his way up the front steps uncapping the whiskey and taking a swig before opening the door and walking inside.

"Safe and sound," considering all of the protective wards around the home, but you can never be too careful. Listening to Jason ready himself for bed Eric feels his tense muscles loosen as the woods night life sounds around him. A light flips on in Jason's room and he walks by the window in boxers before lowering himself into bed, groaning as he remembers he has to lift up his arm to plunge the room into darkness. A fond smile crosses Eric's face before he can stop it, but it's forced back behind his stoic façade a second later.

Finally the lights go out. Now that he knows Jason is safe Eric knows he should go back to Sookie and makes sure she makes it too the Stackhouse home as well. Still he doesn't move…she is in a heavily populated area and her shift doesn't end till midnight. Eric has time. He'll go he tells himself just…not yet. Eric stands alone in the dark protecting his charge; the only sound is of the leaves dancing around in the wind.

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