Chapter 2-

Boss Man

Sookie ran her fingers over the soft leather of Bill's couch, eyes examining every little detail in the design on the cashmere throw. It was nearly midnight and she knew he should be back by now, but in an attempt to keep her mind off of it she was finding things to look at.

Bill had taken Jessica out to Fangtasia so she could date Hoyt. In his opinion supervised courting was still the right way to go about things and he refused to let his 'daughter' do anything else. After all she was only seventeen. Sookie had tried to talk him into letting her go by herself but he insisted that she was too young. She couldn't argue with him when he gave her that look of disapproval. It was a lost cause.

After about thirty minutes she heard the car pull up and doors slam, footsteps up the stairs following. She perked up, excited to see Bill for the first time in days, but Jessica and Hoyt were alone as they walked into the foyer.

"Where's Bill?" Sookie inquired, furrowing her brow as the two took a seat next to her.

"He got into a fight with Eric and told us to take the car back here," Jessica explained, rolling her eyes.

"Oh Jesus," Sookie growled, rolling her eyes along with the redhead. "What happened?"

"It had something to do with Pam. I think she was talking about you," she grabbed the bottled blood Sookie had waiting for Bill and took a long swig.

"Do you want me to go back and see if things are okay?" Hoyt offered, earning a shake of the head from Sookie.

"No. I'll go. You two stay here and please don't get into trouble. Just watch the TV I had installed," Sookie begged before standing, retrieving the car keys, and heading out to get her fiancée. He always managed to get himself in some sort of trouble when he went to Fangtasia. Now that Sookie thought about it she was curious as to why he took Jessica and Hoyt to a place like that in the first place. It was trashy, dark, and had provocative dancing. It wasn't acceptable for a teenage girl and her boyfriend.

The only answer was that he had wanted to get information with Eric. Perhaps he knew something about this strange disease that was going around. Sookie was sure that if she'd been contacted that Bill had as well. They were talking to all of the vampires and their humans. All of this was getting a little too much for Sookie as she drove at record speed toward the nightclub, eyes steady on the road.

She pulled up fifteen minutes later, spotting Bill and Eric outside arguing furiously. Climbing out of the driver's seat she attempted to get Bill's attention by beeping the horn, but he didn't even bother to look over. His eyes were firmly locked with the tall blond.

"Hey!" Sookie called, attracting Eric who zoomed over to her car.

"What are you doing here?" he spat, quickly joined by an angry Bill.

"I-I was coming for Bill. He didn't have a way home," Sookie defensively stuck out her chest, attempting to look more ferocious than she really was.

"Stop the act," Eric rolled his icy eyes, "That stupid little redhead and her redneck sent you over here."

"She is not stupid and Hoyt is… Well he is a redneck but-"

"Sookie, get back in the car," Bill interjected. "I'll join you in just a moment."

"That's right," Eric gave a sarcastic smirk.

"Shut up, Eric," Sookie sneered, sliding back inside the car. She slammed the door shut and watched the men argue for another ten minutes before Bill finally got in the car, slamming the door just as she had.

"What's going on?" Sookie asked as she pulled out, heading for the highway.

"Have you been visited by the Vampire Association?" Bill licked his lips, anger flooding through him.

"Yes. They told me about that disease… I was going to go get tested tomorrow. I just wanted to talk to you first," Sookie answered quietly, almost afraid to speak when he was like this.

"There's no need," Bill glowered. "It's too late."

"What?" Sookie turned to glance at him before looking back at the road.

"You've got it," he stated plainly, stomping his foot to rid his leg of a fly.

"How the hell do you know?" she spat defensively. He wasn't a doctor.

"That's what I went to talk to Eric about. There's no avoiding it. If we've had sex, which we have, then you would have it. It's a one time thing."

"Well what if I'm immune to it like the glamour and such," Sookie inquired, trying desperately to avoid believing she had this disease.

"You aren't. You are still human, telepath or not. It may affect you differently than others though, and that's why we need to take you to a specialist in Tennessee," Bill swatted at the fly, smashing it unceremoniously against the window.

"Tennessee?" she exclaimed, eyeing him as if he had three heads.

"Yes. Tennessee. It's not that difficult," he answered smartly, earning a smack on the arm.

"Don't talk to me like I'm common," she growled, pulling into the drive of his enormous home.

"I apologize," he rubbed the place she'd swatted, pretending that it hurt.

The two headed into the house, both thinking about symptoms, ways to make things better, and how much they both hated sex at the moment.

Jessica was on the couch asleep, Hoyt holding her under a blanket. Sookie gave a small smile at the two, handing Hoyt the remote before she headed upstairs.

"Make sure she's under the house by four," Bill shot Hoyt a disapproving glare before jogging up the stairs after his fiancée. Sookie had sun-proofed the bedroom and hallway so Bill could sleep with her during the day. It hadn't been difficult. All she had to do was tape ten sheets of black construction paper over all of the windows and then insulate it with cotton for stuffing pillows and a layer of duct tape. Neither the heat, nor the rays reached any part of the room. She flicked on a light and stripped down, leaving a pile of clothing on the floor at the end of the massive bed. She walked into the bathroom, Bill close behind her.

"Can I take a bath?" Sookie glared at him from the tub, turning on the steaming water.

"Can I join you?" Bill tilted his head a bit, giving her a small smile. She melted and nodded, pulling up her curls into a tight bun so they wouldn't get wet.

He stripped down and climbed in with her, he at one end and her at the other.

"Okay. So what kind of symptoms should I be experiencing?" Sookie licked her lips, sinking further into the tub. Bill took up one of her feet, massaging the sore appendage under the water.

"Sensitivity to light, intense sense of smell, mood swings, cravings for blood, and… Pregnancy has been found," Bill uttered the last bit under his breath.

"What? I didn't catch the last part," her eyes widened.

"Pregnancy," he confirmed.

"What the fuck?" Sookie rarely cursed but when she was taken aback she tended to let one or two ugly words slip. This was one of those moments where she couldn't hold back, completely and utterly dumbfounded. "But you're dead! How the hell can you get me pregnant?"

"I don't know," Bill shrugged nonchalantly, his eyes averting to the foot he was working on.

"Look at me, Bill Compton!" she commanded. They locked eyes, hers filled with fire. "I can't get pregnant right now. We aren't even married!"

"We will be. Would a baby be that bad?" he gave her an innocent expression.

"Don't give me that, Bill. We aren't having sex until we're married," Sookie shook her head defiantly, "It just isn't happening until I have a wedding band on this finger," she held up her hand, pointing to her ring finger.

"Fine," Bill nodded, a little put out. He would deal.

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