A/N: This is my first SVM fanfic and first fanfic in about 5 years. I used to write Alias fanfics under a different username and did a similar story to this one with the characters from that show. Though that one was much more fluffy.
As a warning, I will say that this story follows the books, definitely up to 8 with some aspects of 9 as well. But I don't believe I'll mention the fairy war, or Tray's death or anything like that. I also haven't read the books in a while so if I mess anything up that I mention, forgive me. Also, I don't have a beta so any mistakes are my own.
It's pretty light hearted at times but still some angst and OOC quite a bit, but some in character as well. It will hopefully make sense.
I don't own anyone or anything (except my fantasies) - give credit where credit is due to Ms. Charlaine Harris and her genius.
I hope you enjoy it!
Fixing the Problem
Sookie's POV
'I have no idea.'
That's what I kept coming up with whenever I thought about what was real.
'Do I love him? Or do I just 'like' him. Do I even really 'like' him or do I like him because he's making me? Does he even really like me or does he like me because I like him? Does he love me?'
I was confusing myself with my stream of thoughts, which did not make my drive home from the night shift at Merlotte's an easy one.
'Alright Sookie,' I told myself. 'You have to figure this out. You're driving yourself crazy!'
I had tried to talk to Amelia about what I was going through, but she just focused on Eric's attractiveness and repeatedly insisted that "Of course you love him you dumbass!"
'But do I really love him? Or if I do love him is it the bond making me love him?'
See the problem?
So I set down to try to figure this out the old fashioned way: a pro/con list. When I got home (mumbling hello to Amelia) I put pen to paper.
Pros:
His world class backside.
His gracious plenty.
His gorgeous body.
His brilliant blue eyes.
His luscious long blonde hair.
6'5" of pure stud.
Alright, I was working myself into a tizzy. I felt myself becoming flustered by thinking of the physical aspects that I rather enjoyed about my sexy Viking.
He is a sexy Viking. Added to the list.
'Alright Sookie. Looks can only do so much. A relationship should be based on much more than just the physical aspect of a person. No matter how brilliant the physical aspect is.'
And to top off all the confusion, what does he really think of me? Does he really even care about me or does he just want sex and a feed on a regular basis from his part fae lover. Would he want me if I didn't have fairy blood? Would he care if I weren't a telepath? Does he just want me because of my so called 'gift'? Does he just want me around so that nobody else can have me? How long does he want to keep me around?
Well, those were cons.
This was going to be a very long list.
***
Eric's POV
'God she is infuriating.'
I honestly sometimes do not know why I want her around. I mean, yes there are reasons I enjoy her, but are they real? Her brilliant breasts certainly are. Her amazing curves. And her blue eyes. And her long blonde hair. Her innocent smile. Her fairy blood.
I felt myself becoming aroused as I thought of Sookie's physical charms. The fact that she did not realize how appealing she really was added to the appeal. She thought her fairy blood was what made her appealing to vampires, and in some ways it did increase her attractiveness, but she is gorgeous on her own. And it is not just supernatural creatures that notice. And the fact that she does notice her appeal is unbelievable but adding to her charms.
I tried not to think about her as I sat on my Fangtasia throne, amusing the filth that got their kicks from being here. But my mind would not cooperate.
'She refuses to trust you. She refuses to let you into her life. She refuses to deal with any issues. She refuses to love you. She refuses to stay.'
I am not a man used to chasing what I want. I want it, I get it. End of story. The chase of Sookie Stackhouse was amusing at first but now as infuriating as the FotS is. And it made me doubt my feelings for her. What about her was really so special?
'Could I really love her? Or do I just 'like' her. Can vampires even love? Or do I even really care about her all that much? Do I just want her as an asset? Or do I just want to keep her from everybody else?'
I ignored the fangbanger that was clutching at my shoes, too lost in thought.
Pam had been enjoying teasing me to no end about the dilemmas. She was not used to seeing me face a female challenge that I could not eventually conquer. She liked Sookie, more than she cared to admit. She was very insistent that I loved her. I usually ignored her while she claimed "you love the telepath. You just do not care to admit the full extent of your feelings to yourself or to her." Pam's love of Dear Abby columns led her to assume she knew everything. "You are bad for business while you worry over 'feelings'." She would spit out the last word as though it were mud on her favourite Christian Louboutin pumps.
My child was of no help in this dilemma.
I finally kicked the fangbanger from my shoes and started to break out of my reverie, focusing on the club. But thoughts of my fairy telepath and what I could feel (I hate feelings) continued to peek into my head.
***
Amelia's POV
Pam had just left to head to Fangtasia, since we knew Sookie was on her way home and Eric would eventually get his ass in gear and do about 20 minutes of his job and amuse the fangbangers. We had been working for a few days on the plan.
We were both so damn sick and tired of how they were acting. The distractions. The unwillingness to admit what we knew to be true. Not doing their jobs properly (Sookie didn't realize how often she was distracted at work. Sam was concerned).
It needed to end.
Pam came to me on Monday, her night off from Fangtasia.
"Witch, we have a problem."
"Come on in, Vampire," I replied, letting her into the house.
"Sookie is not home, I trust."
"She works until 1. And I agree, we have a problem."
"Eric has been extremely bad for business lately. He hasn't even been scaring the vermin from his boots. And that's when he actually leaves his office to entertain."
"Sookie has been dazed and distracted. She's been late for work a couple of times and people are noticing that something is off."
"We need to fix this," Pam stated simply.
"Why can't they just admit their feelings and get it over with it, move in together, have kinky vampire sex again, accept their bond and pledging and live happily ever after?"
We spent 3 hours that night discussing the problem and ways we have to fix it. As we had both tried the obvious route of 'talking' things through with our counterparts, we knew we'd have to be more drastic.
At the end of our first night's discussion we were both smiling.
We spent the next couple nights doing research to make our plan happen. I was going to have to do some pretty strong magic, but considering magic I had done by accident *coughBOBcough* we knew I could do it.
We had even contacted Sookie's great grandfather Naill the next night to help us out with the magic required. While not a fan of vampires, he knew that Eric was really a good man who cared for Sookie and made her happy and wanted to get her out of her 'funk'. He was impressed with our plan and was very happy to help out.
Tonight though, we were both giddy. Well, Pam was as giddy as she could possibly be, which meant she smiled without fang. Just after dawn, while they were both sleeping, it would happen.
There would be a switcheroo.