AN: I'm so glad so many of you are enjoying this story so far! Thank you for the amazing reviews, follows and favorites! They keep me inspired and give me warm fuzzies! :)

We finally get some answers as to what's happening with Sookie this chapter. Also, a few of you have mentioned appreciating reading Godric's point of view, you will be glad to know this entire chapter is told from his perspective! :D

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Chapter 3

GPOV

I hold the warm body of my unconscious mate upon my lap in the passenger's seat of Eric's car and glance back to see her witch friend following close behind. I gaze back down to my fated mate's form and my instincts are once again screaming at me to save her. Shelter. Yours.

I have finally managed to find her after centuries of searching and waiting and now I fear I could lose her. I cannot let that happen. I will not let that happen. I must save her. I must protect her. She is mine. I hold her closer, wrapping her delicate form tightly in my arms and listen to her steady heartbeat. The reassuring sound comforts me slightly. I only wish I knew what it was that was presently ailing her. I would gladly take her pain if it was at all possible.

"How's she doing?" Eric asks nervously, glancing over to us with concern etched over his beautiful face.

"Her vitals are normal," I assure him, earning a small nod from my child. "She seems to be sleeping soundly at the moment."

"Dr. Ludwig will be meeting us at the house," he informs me as I nod my approval. "Hopefully the healer can figure out what happened back there. She seemed to be in so much pain," he says dejectedly. A small frown forms on my face remembering the look of anguish stretched across her angelic features before she fell before us.

"We shall have our answers soon enough," I assure him, hoping I am right about this as he pulls the car into the driveway. Eric rushes to open my door and we proceed to carry Sookie's still form between us with the anxious witch trailing closely behind.

"It's about damn time," spits out the notoriously short-tempered, goblin doctor as we cross over the threshold. "I still charge by the hour, you know."

"I am well aware," Eric answers sharply as we follow the miniature healer into the living room. Eric and I sit side by side with our mate stretched across our laps, with Eric gently supporting her head, while her hips are cradled snuggly in my own lap. The goblin doctor shoots us an annoyed frown.

"She's your fated female I take it?" she asks. We nod in unison as my chest swells with pride. "Great," she sighs, rolling her eyes in frustration. "I'll have to touch her to determine what the problem is, so you'd both best keep your fangs to yourselves, got it?" she warns with a pointed finger. We both nod our acceptance of this and I reach over to place one hand upon Eric's forearm, sending him waves of calm through the bond.

"Tell me what happened," she instructs as she places a hand over the side of Sookie's face. I feel slightly anxious to see our mate touched by another, but I'm able to reign in my emotions, watching in curiosity as the goblin's eyes close behind her spectacles and her over enlarged features twist into deep concentration.

"She clasped her hands over her ears before falling to the floor in pain," I explain rather insufficiently as I am still trying to piece together exactly what happened. The doctor cocks a brow at me in question.

"She's a telepath," supplies the witch in explanation. I glance up in surprise to see said witch perched on a chair across from us as she looks over at her friend in concern. I glance back down to my mate in shock. She reads minds? "She's been having trouble blocking thoughts lately," Amelia adds with a small frown.

"I see," the doctor muses thoughtfully before placing her stethoscope over Sookie's chest. "Has she exhibited any other strange behavior recently?" she addresses to the witch. Eric and I each peg the nervous looking witch with studious gazes, eagerly awaiting her answer. She clears her throat, shifting a bit uncomfortably before nodding.

"A few things actually," Amelia starts thoughtfully. "She's been having trouble sleeping, says she has strange dreams and she hasn't had much of an appetite." The doctor nods before lowering her face to Sookie's throat, taking a deep breath and scenting her with a studious visage. "Oh, and Pam said she had freaky fast refluxes," she adds as her brow furrows in confusion. My brows rise once more at this. What is going on with our mate?

"Just as I'd expect," the doctor says softly before standing upright once more and turning back to the witch. "Anything else? Anything she's done that has seemed…out of character or odd perhaps?" Amelia blanches then and she looks terribly uncomfortable as she begins fidgeting nervously in the chair. "Anything information you can provide me with will be helpful in diagnosing your friend," the goblin tells her in a very uncharacteristically soothing voice.

"Um, well, I kind of caught her making out with my girlfriend last night," Amelia admits rather sheepishly. My brows rise to my hairline in surprise as I am hit with a wave of jealousy. Eric arm tenses under my touch and I look up to see his jaw tick in irritation. Ours. Claim. She truly kissed Pamela? Her lips are mine and Eric's alone to kiss.

"I see. And this is something she wouldn't ordinarily do?" questions the doctor as the witch shakes her head vehemently.

"No way, Sook's a virgin still," she informs her as a small smile curls upon my lips. I glance over to see Eric's matching grin. She is untouched. Innocent. Pure. Perfect. "So what's the verdict doc? Is she gonna be alright?" The doctor nods to her and I feel relief wash over me.

"She'll be just fine," Dr. Ludwig assures us.

"What does all this mean?" I ask curiously as the doctor packs her stethoscope into her large, black bag.

"Well, to summarize, she's having trouble sleeping, lacks an appetite and has an increased libido. She's been exhibiting superhuman senses, more than just her refluxes I'd bet. Add to that the fact that she's having issues with controlling her telepathy," she says, as the three of us nod, agreeing with her assessment. She raises a brow at us as if expecting us to have reached some sort of conclusion before sighing loudly with an eye roll. "These are all more or less classic symptoms of humans transitioning into immortal beings," she says matter of factly as my jaw drops in surprise. Our female is more than human?

"What sort of immortal being?" Eric asks as we both glance down to the slumbering blonde in our combined embrace in amazement.

"Too early to tell," she answers with a shrug. "She still smells human, but if what her friend tells me is true, she's well on her way to becoming something…more."

"How can we help her? I wish to avoid a repeat of tonight's events," I tell the healer as I pull Sookie closer against me, wrapping my arms around her tightly. Protect. I cannot allow further harm to come to her.

"There are a couple things you can do," she informs us as she takes off her glasses to clean them with the hem of her blue scrubs. "Even now, your touch is having a calming effect upon your mate. I'd wager she hasn't slept this well since she began the transition," she adds, perching her spectacles upon her large nose once more. "Closeness of you both will be immensely helpful to her with skin to skin contact being most beneficial." This solution is simple enough as I already find myself craving the touch of her warm, silken skin against my own.

"But what happened to her tonight?" Eric asks in concern. "Why did she lose consciousness?" The doctor sighs, shooting Sookie a look of sympathy.

"I can only assume she needs to feed," the doctor answers with pity. My mate has been left wanting? This is wholly deplorable. Provide. I shall deliver whatever she could possibly need or want, my instincts will allow for nothing less.

"But she's barely had an appetite," argues the witch. The doctor glances up to her, shaking her head lightly.

"Then we have to assume whatever being she's transitioning into consumes something other than conventional human food," is the doctor's vague answer. "And before you ask me, no, I have no idea what it is that will provide her proper sustenance. It's impossible to tell until we can determine what she is."

"Well, shit," says the witch. I have to agree with her sentiment.

"Normal food will help," says the healer with a small shrug before crossing her arms over her chest. "She likely won't enjoy it much, but it should at least suppress some of the side effects of the transition. With her still being human, harboring supernatural senses will prove to be a bit overwhelming, even painful at times. The human body just isn't made to endure such extremes." She looks to Eric and I with a thoughtful gaze then. "I'd say she couldn't have found you two at a more opportune time."

I look down to my female with a small frown before running my hands over the heated skin of her smooth legs in a soothing manner. Harbor. Sustain. I will do whatever it takes to help her through this time. She needs us. We shall not let her down.

"I'm afraid that's all I can tell you presently," says the slight healer as she hoists the large bag that's nearly as large as she is tall up over her shoulder with ease. "I'm sure you'll find out what she is soon enough," she adds before shuffling from the room, hollering back to Eric about the bill before the front door slams loudly behind her.

"So you're both Sook's mates?" asks the witch, bringing our attention back to her quizzical stare. We nod in affirmation as a large grin spreads over her face. "Cool. I've heard of fated mates, but I honestly thought they were just fairy tales of the supe world."

"Join the club," Eric quips with a small smile. I grin over at him, fighting the urge to tell him I told him so.

"So you'll take care of her, right?" Amelia questions with threat clear in her voice. I fight back a grin at the absurdity of the tiny woman threatening two ancient, warrior vampires, but have to admire not only her courage, but her obvious loyalty to her friend. It seems Eric and I are not the only ones who will fight to protect our Sookie.

"Of course," I answer gravely. "I have waited seemingly endless centuries for my fated female, I would gladly meet the sun if it meant saving her."

"I, too, would give my undead life for her," Eric swears solemnly. "I would do anything for her," he adds, looking down to Sookie with a soft expression as he caresses her face softly. Our answers must appease our mate's magic wielding friend as she gives us an accepting nod.

"Good, 'cuz it sounds like she's gonna need you both," she says, giving her blonde friend a sympathetic look.

"Tell me, does Sookie have any supernatural blood in her heritage?" I ask curiously. What could she possibly be? Amelia shakes her head with a small frown.

"She doesn't have much family," she says sadly. "Her Gran passed a couple years ago, leaving only her and her brother, Jason, but as far as I know they're both human. Sookie's mind reading is the only thing that sets her apart," she explains a slight frown forms upon my face.

I know all too well what it means to be alone in this world and I would never wish this upon my mate. I find myself even more grateful we have found her as she will never again have to face the ache of loneliness. I feel Eric sending me is love and devotion through the bond then in an attempt to soothe my melancholy and I look up to him with a grateful smile. We have one another now and no force on earth could possibly be strong enough to tear the three of us apart.

"So, I guess Sookie will be staying over here tonight?" Amelia questions as I nod determinedly.

"She shall not leave our sides," I state solemnly. The witch gives me a small smirk before nodding her understanding.

"Well, if you don't mind, I think I'll crash in Pam's room," she tells us before standing and stretching her limbs. We both nod absently. She stays over often enough I know she can be trusted. "Night," she calls as she trails back to Pamela's room.

"Goodnight," we call in unison before standing with our mate in tow. We then proceed to carry her down to our bedroom in the basement of the house. We enter the room and lay our sleeping mate upon the bed. I proceed to take the hem of her dress in hand before gently lifting the offending material up over her slumbering form, leaving her clad in rather plain, modest undergarments that show off her gracious curves in a most appealing way. Beautiful. I find myself gazing over our female in complete adoration.

"What are you doing?" Eric questions as I look over to him with a cocked brow. His own face reflects his own approval of our mate's form as he looks down to her with blatant devotion clear on his face.

"The healer said skin to skin contact is best," I remind him before I begin stripping off my own clothes. "I shall provide nothing less."

"She's probably gonna be pretty pissed about this," he tells me even as he begins stripping his own clothing from his towering body. I shrug to him but pause once I am clad in only boxers. I suppose being completely nude might be overstepping our bounds at such an early stage in our joining. Eric must agree with my choice as I notice his own shorts still in place.

"We will explain all that we have learned tonight when we wake," I tell him as we pull back the covers together before positioning our female in the center of the large bed. We crawl to either side of her and a small sigh escapes me as I feel the soothing heat radiating from the heaven that is my Sookie. Perfect.

"So I guess you were right about the whole fated mate thing," Eric tells me with a small smile. I grin up at him as we both snuggle closer to said mate, enclosing her in our combined embrace. "I never thought I'd find a woman who could make me feel this way," he says softly, running his hand through Sookie's golden tresses with evident admiration upon his countenance.

"And you only had to wait half the time I did," I tease as a smirk plays at his lips. His expression changes to one of puzzlement before he hits me with his probing, blue eyed gaze. "What do you think she could be, Master?"

"I honestly have no idea," I admit. "I only hope we find out soon as I wish to quell her suffering as soon as possible." He nods his agreement before his brow furrows slightly.

"I hope she can accept us as her mates," he says with a tinge of sadness in his voice. I can understand his unease as our mate has been raised in the human world, but I have to believe fate brought her to us at this time for good reason. I reach across Sookie's slumbering form to run my hand through his golden mane in a comforting gesture.

"We shall explain all at sundown, my child. Surely she will understand," I assure him, earning me a small smile. I reach up to cusp the nape of his neck then, drawing his face closer before kissing him softly. "Rest well, my child," I say before pulling back with a warm smile. He grins back as his ocean blue eyes light up with affection.

"Rest well, Master," he answers before lowering his face to the nook of our female's neck, nuzzling her gently. I find myself burying my nose into Sookie's fair locks as I take in her scent. Home. I cannot recall the last time I felt such absolute contentment. I have my mate. I am finally complete. I mold my body closer, basking in her delicious heat before I feel the dawn pull me to my rest.

AN: Well...any guesses as to what she might be?