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When Jason regains consciousness he kept his eyes closed. He could hear the moans of pain and the sizzling sound of silver burning undead skin. Jason feels the flecks of ceiling drop into his face, a breeze from the hole he assumes now resides where the door used to be. And finally he feels the solid body covering his own…wait.
Jason snaps his eyes open to come face to face with Godric. The vampire gives absolutely no sign of pain and his arms never seem to waver as he holds himself up to keep from crushing Jason.
"Are you unharmed?"
The question is so unexpected that all Jason can do is stare at him. Godric's grey shirt is now littered with holes and blood, his own and what is left of Luke.
"Jason? Are you hurt?" The question comes out more forceful than the last time.
He watches as Godric runs his eyes over every inch of his body looking for injury. There's a small gash on his shoulder and Godric's hand moves to stem the flow of blood. Jason watches his eyes and sees no sign of hunger; obviously Godric has more control than the others.
"Tell me Jason, does anything specific hurt?" Godric is sprouting off questions like a drill sergeant. Or maybe he's just used to getting answers immediately after he asks a question.
"I'm fine. I'm alright, really."
Jason puts his hands against Godric's shoulders and after searching his eyes for a few moments Godric willingly follows the pressure of Jason's hands until he is on his feet. Jason hears small tapping noises as silver pieces fall from Godric as the make their way out of his skin.
"Jesus! Godric are you alright?" Jason asks, his voice rising in concern.
"I will heal faster than the others, don't worry." Godric replies as he looks around at the damage.
He then moves to the closest vampire and starts pulling large pieces of silver from her body to help with the healing process before moving on to the next. Then it hits Jason,
"SOOKIE!" He yells as he races towards where he last saw her.
"Jason? Are you okay?" Jason hears her question and watches as she stands unharmed besides some bumps and scrapes.
By the time he makes it over to her through the wreckage Godric is picking pieces of silver from Eric.
"He threw himself in front of me." Sookie says while watching the maker help his child.
"Hmm…not kiddin?"
So wait, does that mean…? No, Jason was the closest to the blast. Godric must have bypassed Sookie and covered him because he was the only one that could have gotten to Jason so fast. That's it.
Eric stands and looks Godric over before sweeping his eyes over Jason noting his lack of injury. Turning back to Godric they stare at each other like a silent conversation is going on between them and Jason's not sure if he should be happy or disappointed that Sookie can't hear vampire's thoughts. Eric finally drops his eyes to the ground and nods his head. Sookie is looking between the two of them with a mildly frustrated look on her face and Jason laughs,
"Not so much fun being on the outside of secrets is it?"
"Oh, hush Jason." Sookie shoots back while swatting at his arm.
Looking at Godric Jason can make out no emotion from the vampire as he watches his underlings help each other out of his destroyed home. Eric's eyes flicker between Jason and Godric, a calculating look in them,
"I'm glad you made it through with minor injury, Mr. Stackhouse." It's odd that he acts so cordial now.
This, of course, makes Sookie look at Jason closely.
"Wait, Jason how are you okay? You were so close to Luke…" Sookie says as she looks Jason over from head to foot.
"Well-" Jason's explanation is cut off by Godric.
"We should all leave the building; everyone is to go to the mansion. Sookie, Jason I believe you can travel with Mr. Compton, Eric you're with me." He says with authority and any vampires left inside the home instantly start moving to reach their new destination.
"Oh, Bill I forgot…" Sookie says as she walks toward the door in search of him.
Jason can't help but feel confused by Godric's interruption. Was he ashamed of what he had done? Jason follows Sookie out the door after a quick glance at Godric who is looking around the room, making sure everyone who can leave is outside. Walking out onto the lawn it's like a blanket of pain, sorrow and disbelief hangs over everyone. People are slowly making their way to the army of cars that have appeared in front of the house and Jason, Bill and Sookie are herded into a sleek, black Mercedes. Before the door closes Jason can make out Godric and Eric getting into a red Ferrari at the head of the parade of cars.
Jason sighs, vampires.
The drive takes close to an hour, at least for their car. It's obvious that Isabel is driving at a speed that would be considered "safe" for Jason and Sookie. The scenery outside of the car is pitch black, giving no indication to where they were heading. When the hour passes they come to a gate that swings open to allow them entrance. A winding drive brings them in front of an immaculately kept…mansion. There was no other word to describe it. At the top of the grand stairs leading up to the entrance stands Godric and, of course, Eric.
Everyone can be seen through the tall windows moving around rooms to make themselves comfortable. It's only 3 a.m. so the vampires are still going strong. Jason looks at Sookie as she climbs out of the car after him, she looks like a train wreak and he's sure he can't appear any better. Sleep and maybe a hot shower is all Jason's body craves at the moment, but from the noise level he doubts he'll be getting a good night sleep.
When they reach the top of the steps Bill and Eric stare at each other like a fight could break out at any moment. Fortunately for them, Sookie's too tired to deal with the fact that she is their chosen tug-of-war piece. She leans into Bill with a heavy sigh which takes Godric's attention away from Jason where it had been since the car came into view,
"You both must be tired. Please, come with me."
As he turned and lead the way into the mansion Jason couldn't stop the, "Alrighty then" from resonating in his head. He can't help but feel stand offish to anyone that orders others around so easily. A problem with authority he guesses. It makes Jason wonders if Godric would be overbearing in a relation-…whoa, wait. "Don't go there Jason," he scolds himself. Jason is dragged from his inner conflict when he bumps into a very hard body. Looking up he realizes he ran smack into Godric who looks at him with a blank face, but Jason could swear that his eyes held a little amusement. Or Jason could just he hopping.
He notices that it's just the two of them standing in the long, carpeted hallway. "Wow, I must be really out of it." A small bubble of disappointment rises up in Jason as he realizes he didn't pay attention to the inside of the building. If the outside was anything to go by and especially the hallway they were in, it must be something fancy.
Godric says nothing as he turns around and opens the door before allowing Jason to enter first. His gaze goes directly to the king sized bed that's calling his name. With a groan he walks over and falls face first onto the downy soft comforter, it molds to his body perfectly eliciting another groan. After a few moments Jason's mind returns to him, turning his head he sees Godric looking at him unblinkingly a foot from the edge of the bed. When he moved closer Jason has no idea. Mortification slowly makes its way through Jason's body, "Groaning on a bed in front of a vampire, that's smart Stackhouse." But Godric says nothing; just stands there with his head tilted a fraction to the side.
"Umm…this is where I'm supposed to sleep, right?" Jason asks.
"Yes, I hope it will be sufficient?" Godric replies.
"Huh, I think that was a joke…or sarcasm…maybe both." Jason thinks as he flips himself onto his back. Looking around the surprisingly modern room Jason feels like he's in a pricy hotel, he makes out a bathroom off the left. He laughs slightly,
"Yeah, I guess it'll do man. Listen, thanks for all of this it means a lot after…everything." Jason can't help but feel even more ashamed for taking part in the Fellowship after what took place tonight. Later he won't know if it was gratitude or a sleep deprived mind that lead him to reach out his hand for Godric to shake. After they both stare at his hand for a few moments Jason goes to pull his hand back and apologize, "What the hell are you thinking? Shaking hands with a vampire, a Sherriff no less? You've went and lost your damn mind Stackhouse!" But before he can retract his hand completely Godric takes it with his right in a gentle grip before pulling it face down and placing his left hand gently on top. Shocked, Jason meets Godric's eyes that are staring at him with sincerity,
"You are most welcome Jason. As I've said you have friends here." With that Godric releases his hand and makes his way toward the door. Jason is shocked again when he sees Eric standing in the door way watching their interaction, his face shows nothing.
Godric quietly closes the door with a "Sleep well" thrown over his shoulder.
Jason sits on the bed that seriously has to be made from a damn cloud as he watches their shadows disappear from under the door. Shaking his head he debates on whether or not to shower, judging by the noise coming from downstairs he doubts he will be able to sleep. Pushing himself up with a promise to his tired body of a hot, relaxing shower he enters the bathroom to wash off the night's grunge.
When he finally makes it back to the bed he notices nothing but the Egyptian cotton that whispers promises of deep, peaceful sleep. Crawling under that freakin amazing comforter Jason is out before he can process the stone cold silence throughout the still heavily populated mansion.
A/N:
This is one of those annoying chapters that just have to take place so the story can keep moving. Or at least half of it was. So! What do you think? Should I never ever try to write from Jason's POV again? Is there a POV you would like to see or one you prefer? Let me know! Gosh, this chapter was harder than I thought it would be...anyway!
Reviews feed the muse monster, I hope you enjoyed!
