A/N: Ok this is my first story, please be gentle. I am not sure how long it will be. I want to know what you guys think so far. NO BETA

Takes place after DR. Things don't look good for Eric and Sookie but it might not be the end of the world. Sookie just needs to convince herself she can live without him, or can she? Things start to happen to Sookie with Dermot and Claude's help and hope might be just what is needed to light the way.

Disclaimer: All rights belong to Charlaine Harris; I am just taking out for a spin.

It had been 3 days since Sam left. I gave him as brief an explanation as I could to pacify what I had done to him. But made a promise that I would explain later. Still there had been no word from Eric. I had only called Fangtasia once to try to talk to him. I was dumbfounded, I loved Eric so much my chest hurt just to breath. I didn't know which way was up or down. I knew the instant that Sam was killed what I wanted. My reaction to his death was instantaneous, without thought. I love Sam without a doubt but the same way I loved Jason. I am sure that is not how Eric saw it at all. He was so furious with me. After healing Sam Eric was nowhere to be found and refused to speak to me. The words Niall spoke rang in my head night after night. He had to show Eric I had just as much to offer as Freda. Power. I was certain Eric was furious at me for what he would consider wasting my power on the "shifter". I had to prove to him that I loved him and we could do this. His power would have to be enough, we could find a way.

So for the last 3 days I pulled myself into moving forward and now I had to focus on doing day I woke up with determination. I had begun to work with Claude to hone and test my Fae powers. Whatever those might be, we were still uncertain. The plan was to make a list and try everything until we found something. The range of abilities the Fae had were confusing. Mostly because I didn't understand them. Telepathy, telekinesis, empathy, "popping", controlling elements, and time suspension the list goes on.

We would sit in the yard for hours breathing and centering. When I felt complete calm and focused we tried summoning things to come to me. We started small with sticks, rocks, flowers, bugs. Not much happened. Then the items I focused on began to shake. On the second day I was able to move a rock the size of a quarter slowly to my palm. At first I was scared and panicked. Truthfully I never thought I would be able to do it. I humored myself because the practice kept me from thinking of Eric. Claude was so excited he yelled and hugged me so tight I couldn't breathe. "Cousin, that is great! You have done it, I am so proud" "Thanks I guess we can put that on my list." After a few hours I was able to move things quite easily and began to increase the size of my objects. By sunset I was able to make Claude hover off the ground for a few moments. After a long bath I sat on the porch swing and thought of Eric. I longed for the distant comfort of our bond. I hated myself for doubting that and wanted at least to be able to feel him. I analyzed the logic of the magical connection over and over. When I saw something move out of the corner of my eye, I prayed it might be Eric coming to talk to me finally. As the vampire approached me I sighed deeply.

I rolled over into the heat of the sun. Thinking of my late night meeting tears pooled in my eyes. Last night Pam came to see me.

"Sookie, you know time is running out. You are my favorite breather but Eric is a Vampire, power is everything to us. He might love you but that will not last. Even if you let him turn you he must do this. I want you to look out for yourself. He is my master I must obey him but I am worried for you."

"Pam, does Eric know you're here? Are you supposed to break my heart for him? GOD, I am so sick of this. I know I am a stubborn ass, I get it. I just want to two of us to sit down and talk, be honest with each other. I hate not know how he feels."

"You should have thought about that before you broke the bond."

"I know that Pam. Don't you think I know that! I would give anything to take it back. What good does admitting that do?"

"Hmm, well at least there's that"

"Pam, I have spent the last three days thinking about everything. Every little thing, every conversation, every feeling, all of it. I feel like such a fool. All I want is a chance. All I want is Eric."

"Sookie, talk to Eric, tell him everything. I don't know if it will help to be honest with you. The advice I can give you is… have an out. Make sure that if you don't hear what you want that you have a plan B."

So that is where I am now, planning for B. I stretched and went to make coffee. I noticed the message light on the phone and reached for it. "Sook, hey I wanted to give you some time but I really need to talk to you, call me" It was Alcide, I had asked him to give me a few days after the thing with Janalyn and Sam. He called nonstop that night and the next day. I didn't want to talk to him until Sam and I cleared things up. I knew I needed to talk to him I was just putting it off. I sighed, in for a penny in for a pound. I picked up the phone.

"Hey Alc, it's me. What's up?"

"Sook, you ok? What the hell was that? Where are you?"

"It is a long story, I am fine. Sorry I haven't called you. I have some stuff to sort out you know."

"Yeah I get that. Listen I really want to see you, can I come over."

"I don't think that's a good idea Alcide. Thanks for calling and checking on me and all…"

"Come on know, I know we have not been on the best of terms but we need to air things out."

I agreed to meet Alcide for lunch in Shreveport for lunch on Friday to see if we could mend fences and come to a happy medium with all things considered. It was Wednesday; I had 2 days to think about how I felt about him and where I expected things to go from there. With what happened to Sam allot of things became clear to me. Don't ask me why all the near death experiences and fighting that I had been privy to up close and personal hadn't effected me until then. Seeing someone I loved die in front of my flipped a switch. I know Sam isn't gone but that fact remains, he died in my arms. I watched the life leave his eyes. I will always be grateful for the cluvidor but I will never forget that feeling.

A/N: Should I keep going? Reviews welcome!