A/N: Just wanted to say a huge thank you to everyone who checked out the first chapter, reviewed, alterted and put it in their favorites!

And I gotta thank my awesome beta, Northman Maille, you rock girl! And shout out my ffbff, Cageyspice- the end of the second paragraph was totally inspired by you!

Disclaimer: I don't own them…I just like Eric so much I think there should be more than one of him!

"Sookie, Lover, please wake up!" Eric's voice called to me softly but insistently, as a big, warm hand stroked the hair away from my forehead.

I didn't know how long I'd been out this time, but it struck me that if this was going to become a habit, me smacking my head and being woken up by people who shouldn't be around, I might need to start wearing a helmet.

Opening my eyes slowly, painfully aware of the ache in my head that now encompassed my right temple and the whole back of my skull, I met the warm, worried eyes of Eric. No, not Eric, Eric would be dead the world right now, somewhere in Shreveport.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked, pushing the breathing Eric doppelganger's hand away and scurrying back to sit against the headboard. I took the quilts on the bed with me when I realized that the man in front of me had relieved me of my towel, and put me naked under the covers.

"Sookie, it's me." He said, real fear starting to lace his voice. "What happened to you? Where's April? Selah Compton called me a half hour ago and said she found you unconscious in the cemetery in your underwear." He answered trying to reach out and touch me. When I batted his hand away a second time I could see his confusion and hurt clearly.

I didn't even know where to begin telling him how many things were wrong with what he'd just said, but clearly one of us was off our rocker. It was a shame I didn't have much confidence that it wasn't me.

Dropping my shields and opening my mind I reached out, and nearly passed out again when I was able to access his thoughts. He was genuinely scared and confused. I could hear him thinking that when he'd left the house this morning everything was just fine. Now he came rushing home after the call from Selah to find me in a daze. I'd passed out on him, was acting crazy, and he couldn't find hide nor hair of this April person.

When his mind pictured April, I couldn't help the cry that left my mouth. April was a baby, a little girl, his little girl…with me! He believed with all his heart that he was Eric Northman and I was his wife, Sookie Northman, and April- April Adele Northman- was our daughter. I'd been taking her to the church play group when he left for work this morning, and now she was missing and I was acting insane.

"Eric?" I said softly, shocked out of my fright, as I reached out and touched him.

He nodded at me, pushing the side of his face into my hand as he did. The electrical shock that passed between us was unmistakable, as was the warmth of his skin. I let my hand wander down further, sweeping his neck and gasping as I felt the pulse under his ear, coming to rest on his chest, over his undeniably beating heart.

"It's me lover." He responded, and I could hear in his head that he had no idea what was going on but he was seconds away from calling an ambulance for me and then the police to find our daughter.

"You're… you're Human!" I said.

'Eric's' response was swift and immediate. He took me gently but firmly by the shoulders and pulled me to him, searching my eyes with his before taking a deep breath and asking his last question over again.

"Sookie, where's April?"

Before I could answer him his cell phone went off. Under any other circumstances I would have giggled at the idea of Eric Northman, my Eric Northman, having 'Your Song' by Elton John as anyone's ringtone, but since I was three seconds away from a nervous breakdown I thought it would be best not to start laughing manically for any reason.

Eric stared at the phone, utter disbelief in his eyes for one second, before touching the screen to make it pick up the call.

"He..hello?" He answered, his hand shaking as it held the phone to his ear. The volume was up loud enough for me to hear my own voice coming from the other end.

"Hey honey. I'm so sorry I just got your calls. I left the cell phone in the car when we went into playgroup. What's up?" Eric wasn't the only one who was shaking then as we both heard the sound of a happy, gurgling baby in the background. The woman on the other end laughed just as happily. "Do you wanna talk to Daddy too? Huh sweat pea? Say hi Daddy, we love you!"

Eric's eyes shut tight as he let out a huge breath, his shoulders slumping in relief.

"Baby, where are you?" He finally asked her, his voice still tinged with anxiety.

"We just got out of playgroup. We had a great time. April even sat up all by herself so everyone could see. She's such a show off just like her Daddy. Hey, we're gonna head over to Wal-Mart and do some shopping. Is there anything you want to add to the list?" Eric's grip on the phone tightened to the point that I was afraid he might break it.

"No!" He answered immediately, panic creeping back up on him. "No, Sookie, baby, just come home. I'm home, just come here."

"Eric is everything alright? What's wrong?" That seemed as though it was the question of the day. Eric looked over at me and gripped the phone hard again.

"I'll be alright as soon as I see you, just hurry home, okay? Don't stop for anything just COME STRAIGHT HOME!"

"Okaaaay. I promise, we'll be there in fifteen minutes. I'll make us lunch." With that the Sookie on the other end disconnected and I was left looking, once more, at a nearly hyperventilating Human Eric. Putting the phone back in his jeans pocket he stared at me hard.

"Who are you?" He said, suddenly standing and stepping away from me as though I would burn him. I pushed down the urge to pinch myself, to find out if this was just a dream. The aching pounding in my head was proof enough that whatever was going on, something as simple as waking up wasn't going to solve it.

"I'm Sookie Stackhouse. I'm just…I don't seem to be your Sookie Stackhouse." I said, not knowing what else to say.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He barked at me, angry now he was sure his wife and child were safe and on their way home. I held up a hand hoping to assure him I meant no harm, as I used the other to grip the quilt tight to my naked chest.

"Please, I don't know what's going on here anymore than you do, but I promise you I'm no threat to you and your family." I could hear in his head that he had no idea what to think, but he didn't have a reason not to believe the naked woman with the concussion in his bed. "Why don't I get some clothes on and then we can try to figure all this out, okay?"

He thought about it for a quick moment and then nodded his head, turning and heading for the bedroom door. When he was halfway through he turned around and looked at me, again trying hopelessly to make sense of everything.

"I'll be in the living room." Was all he ended up saying, before leaving and closing the door behind him.

I made quick work of getting on some underwear, a pair of old, worn jeans and a blouse from the back of the closet. It wasn't my style, it had been a gift from Maxine Fortenberry, at least the way I remembered things, for my twenty-first birthday. I'd never worn it, not even once, and I figured if the other Sookie was anything like me she wouldn't miss it one bit.

When I walked out into the living room he was waiting for me, pacing the length of the room in long, fast strides. As he walked past the mantle the pictures there drew my attention. Some of them were familiar to me. Pictures of my Gran and Grandaddy on their wedding day, pictures of Jason and me playing as kids, pictures of my parents and Gran playing with us on the porch. Others I'd never seen before.

There was picture of Eric, Human Eric and I, on what could only have been our wedding day, standing in front of the house, smiling and happy. Pictures of Eric and Jason sitting on the porch holding identical bottles of beer. Pictures of Eric and my Gran smiling at the camera.

But the picture that really hit me in the gut. The picture that took my breath straight with it, was of me smiling like a light bulb in a hospital bed, holding the most beautiful, little, golden-haired new born, as Eric and my Gran stood behind me, one of each of their hands on my shoulders as we all beamed for the camera.

"Okay," he started, pinning me with a hard gaze, "now tell me who the hell you are." I flinched at the sound of his voice. I'd heard that tone of voice from Eric before but never directed at me.

"I told you who I am already, that's not gonna help either of us. I think it would be better if you told me a little about your life and then I'll do the same." Eric sized me up again, one long look from the tips of my still bare toes to the ends of my tangled, wet hair and then nodded. I could hear him thinking that he couldn't come up with a better idea.

"I'm Eric Northman. This is my house. I live here with my wife Sookie and my daughter April. I'm from Sweden originally, but my parents moved to Shreveport when I was twelve and my sister Pam was ten. I grew up there. Pam and I own a club together, in Shreveport. I met my wife there six years ago. Her friends brought her there for her twenty-first birthday. We've been together ever since. We got married four years ago and had April this past spring." It wasn't much more than I'd get from a good Google search, but it seemed to be all he was willing to say right now and I knew that I couldn't push him any further. What I had no idea about was how I was going to tell him my version of my…his…our (?) life.

It seemed like I was going to get at least a little bit of a reprieve before I had to start my story though, because just as I was opening my mouth, the sound of a car coming up the drive caught our attention.

Forgetting all about me for the time being, Eric rushed out the door, leaving it every bit as open as I had the night before, and took the porch steps in one giant jump, coming to stop just in front of the car parking in the drive.

The door to the car was barely open before I, the other me, was pulled out of the driver's seat and hauled into Eric's arms. She was laughing, clearly happy to be greeted so enthusiastically, as she wrapped her arms around him too. Eric swung her around twice before setting her back on her feet and kissing her as though the world was ending.

In the middle of all this strange, I found myself feeling…sorry for myself. Not because I was apparently either having the world's most bizarre 'Wizard of Oz' dream or, more frighteningly, because I had somehow wound up somewhere I wasn't supposed to be and didn't have the first clue how to get home, but because they looked so beautifully, perfectly, right together.

I could hear them both and their thoughts were only for each other. Eric was holding on to her for dear life, scared about what was going on, but feeling as though he could deal with anything that came his way as long as 'his' Sookie and April were okay and here with him, where they belonged. Sookie was just basking in her love for her husband. She was irrevocably and unrepentantly in love with him and being in his arms was like her own personal slice of heaven on earth. They kissed passionately for a few more minutes before they finally broke to breathe.

"Honey, what's going on? You had me scared over the phone." The other Sookie said as she pried herself from Human Eric's arms to open the back door of their car.

Putting her finger to her mouth in a universal sign to speak quietly, she lifted a car seat out of the back, a car seat which held a sleeping baby April. Eric's face went even softer and more adoring as he watched the sleeping form of his daughter, one chubby fist jammed into her mouth, the other clutching a worn looking yellow elephant tightly. She was an angel, that much I could tell even from my place half hidden behind the door. Not even a year old, with round rosy cheeks and soft blond curls to her shoulders, it was already clear she was the perfect blend of both of them.

"Come in the house. You need to see it to believe it." He said, taking the car seat from his wife and putting his other arm around her shoulder, holding her tight to him. Eric's long strides shortened so his Sookie could walk comfortably next to him. I stepped back as they entered, Eric with the baby first and then the other Sookie.

Eric made to open his mouth, but she saw me before he could say a single world. Instead the only sound was her gasp of shock.

"Jesus Christ, Shepherd of Judea!"