As always I own nothing and owe everything.

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I sat myself down on the porch swing leaning backwards and resting my head on the back. Gran was busy in the kitchen tidying up after our breakfast. I was feeling rather down and gloomy about another Déjà-vu-day. I couldn't seem to find a way to do something about it.

I was running through all the things I had discovered and learned the past weeks in my mind. Some of it had broken my heart, some had terrified me and some of it had made me very happy but none of it had made it all stop and go away. It was really starting to get to me. Not even with the little light of Eric somehow knowing me from night to night helped much. I still had to explain to him what was going on and prove myself to him.

I was beginning to think the word 'Futile' would be more appropriate for this day.

What was I missing?

I stretched on the swing putting my feet into the bright light of the morning sun giving them instant warmth. I wiggled them and the warmth spread up my legs and the happy feeling from the day before slowly materialized. The feeling, nice as it was felt alien in a way I could not quite discern. I was feeling all depressed and down when I woke up to find nothing changed and now out of nowhere the feeling of wellbeing and happiness was taking over. It was weird to say the least.

Ah, well I had to get on with it. The show must go on and all that

I needed to talk to Gran about my heritage and to go to the library and write a new report for the police, the press and of course for Eric. All in all I had a full schedule for the day with a trip to Merlotte's and meeting Bill Compton and ultimately going to Fangtasia meeting up with Eric. The thought of Eric made my heart skip a beat and I felt heat spread form my cheeks down to my chest. That reaction was definitely something to ponder over when I had the time but for now I had to focus on Gran.

Talking to Gran today would take a lot of tact and consideration. I was brought up to respect my elders and I loved and admired my Gran. She had sacrificed so much to bring up Jason and me. Caring and providing for two growing children on a minimal pension had been hard and had given her a lot of worries.

So I was definitely treading careful but I needed to do this. After all my eavesdropping and her deliberate diversion techniques I needed for us to clear the air and I really needed to know my heritage. I had a feeling it was important for my survival and fair in the supernatural world. And I had no doubt that I was indeed now a part of that world.

I braced myself and went inside to the living room. Gran was looking through our pile of library books, no doubt looking for her next romantic adventure.

I sat on the recliner and mentioned for her to sit on the couch. As she sat I noticed a worried look spreading on her face.

'Ahm, Gran can we talk?' I almost coughed, I was nervous about the outcome of this conversation and I could feel my brows starting to knit together. That of course didn't go unnoticed by Gran, who leaned forward and patted my knee in her trademark reassuring way.

'Of course, darling. You know you can always talk to me…' She said with a calm and steady voice, even though I could feel her mind going 90 miles an hour.

Laying all the cards on the table I told her about my Déjà vu day and what had happened so far, keeping it in broad strokes. There were a few details I didn't feel comfortable telling her about like my near death in Eric's cabin, so I left it out. At first she was fascinated but as my tale went on she looked increasingly distressed and she patted my knee a lot. I reassured her that I was relatively alright.

She was absolutely livid and chocked when I told her about Bill Compton's deceit. I don't think I have ever heard her with a venomous streak in her voice before but thanks to Bill Compton I now had the pleasure. I'm not sure I ever met the woman now sitting opposite me ready to do unspeakable things to our next door neighbor. It was all I could do to keep her from marching over to the old Compton house and stake him herself.

'Please Gran I need to deal with this myself and through the proper channels…. I need the area vampire Sheriff to take care of this and make sure this thing does not blow up in my face… ' I begged holding her in place on the couch by holding her hands.

Her look of fury subsided slowly as I kept my pleading look up. I needed something to get her attention diverted.

Telling her about the existence of shifters and Were's was as letting a six year old lose in a candy store. Her eyes lit up and she had a million questions. She quickly exhausted my knowledge of the two-natured and we sat in silence for a moment while I steeled myself. I had to address the thing about my heritage and that meant venturing into the thing I had dreaded most for this day.

'So Gran, in all this something has come up and it seems I really need to know this… and I think you can help with that… I hope!' I babbled nervously.

Gran just looked curiously at me, probably overwhelmed and full of all I had thrown at her so far this morning.

'The thing is…' I swallowed hard. 'I don't know how to ask this…' I trailed off. Gran sent me a 'go on' look and I took a deep breath.

'I'm not all human, am I?' There, it was out there, I finally asked.

Her face shifted from initially surprise to a soft and distant expression. She was silent for a long while and her face took on a dreamy countenance. I just waited holding my breath. When she spoke her voice was distant and soft.

'No, darling. You and Jason are not all human.' Her eyes locked onto mine.

'Your father was part fairy.' Her voice was down to a whisper and I felt my mouth drop open. It is one thing to suspect or even be fairly certain but to be actually presented with the fact that you are not human is quite a different thing.

And my father…. Not entirely human, somehow that was a bigger chock. And fairies….

I was a fucking fairy!

'But dad?' I frowned. 'That means that either you or granddad Earl were or are not… but I'm sure you are all… and granddad never felt…'I stated totally incoherent.

I watched as a light blush spread from Grans neck to her cheeks.

'Well Sookie, your granddad Earl whom I loved dearly had the measles as an adult.' She looked at me and let out a sigh. 'And as you know that means no kids.' She stopped and her blush deepened. She looked away. I suddenly understood.

'Dad and Aunt Linda were adopted?' I asked, trying to help her out. Not that I could see anything remotely embarrassing about adoption. But of course kept as a secret it would become that.

Her eyes flickered over me and she took a deep breath.

'No, actually they were both very much mine, just not Earls.' That effetely shut me up. I stared at her dumbstruck for a moment before I regained my ability to speak.

'Who, then?... What?' My questions sounded harsh and insensitive in my own ears and I tried to soften them with a pat on her knee and an understanding smile. I didn't understand anything really. She took another deep breath.

I'm a fairy!

The thought bolted through my mind and was gone again.

'I'm not entirely sure how to explain how I lived my life but on the other hand I do not regret one bit of it.' She said with conviction and then stopped for a moment as if contemplating how to go on. I tried to send her a reassuring look and waited.

'You can never regret your children and you should never regret love.' She now watched me pointedly and I felt my head bob in agreement.

'I loved Earl very much.' I could see her eyes moist over a bit as they always did when talking about my granddad. 'Real love is not restricted. I loved Fintan just as much and the love for one did not diminish the love for the other.' She stood abruptly, looked at me and asked if I needed a drink. I nodded and she disappeared onto the kitchen.

After a few seconds she was back with two glasses of brandy to my surprise. Brandy in the morning? This was definitely going to get delicate. As we sipped our brandy she continued.

'Earl and I had reconciled with the notion that we would never be parents. We lived a quiet life out here with only Jessie Compton as company… and you know he was a rather reclusive sort of person.' I nodded. Despite the fact I had lived next door to old Mr. Compton almost all my life I hadn't had more than a few conversations with the man.

'One sunny afternoon while Earl was at work and I was hanging the washing in the garden I met Fintan. He just stood there among the sheets and smiled.' Her eyes lit up at the memory and a small smile crept on her face. I couldn't help but smile back and my happy feeling was back. This time it didn't feel alien.

'He was absolutely beautiful… we talked all afternoon into the evening when Earl came home… and they hit it off instantly.' She leaned forward a bit and her eyes were shining. 'The visits quickly became a weekly occurrence developing into an almost daily thing.' Gran patted the couch and I moved over and sat beside her. She grabbed my hand readying and steeling her for the next of the story.

'Fintan told Earl about himself first… I think even weeks before he told me…. Being a fairy and all. We didn't care.'

'At the same time I was getting more and more conflicted. I had fallen in love with Fintan and I had a hard time accepting that I could be in such a situation … being in love with two people. My southern upbringing certainly didn't allow for thinking it and most certainly not acting on it.' She paused and took a big slurp of brandy. I sent her an encouraging smile.

I was so engrossed in the story I had almost forgot that I was part fairy.

'Well as it turned out Earl was having an even harder time than me.'

'One afternoon Earl came home early from work. We sat in the kitchen when he broke down and told me that he loved me but that he loved Fintan too.' I could feel my heart beating erratically at the thought of how that must have been in the late 1940's for my grandparents. Not easy even thinking that kind of thoughts I backwater America today.

'He was so confused and heartbroken and so was I.' She looked at me all teary-eyed at this point. I gave her a hug. She sipped the brandy and went on.

'You have to remember our upbringing and the times. This was before the hippies and free love and all that…'

'And for Earl to love another man…. Well we had hardly heard of such a thing.'

She told me of the very hard and confusing afternoon with a bittersweet lilt to her voice. Fintan had shown up as usual that evening and my very brave Gran and granddad Earl had decided to talk to Fintan about it.

'As it turned out Fintan loved us as well and told us that fairies didn't realty discriminate in the dealings of love. We decided to give it a try. You know with polygamy….' At that Gran blushed again.

I was flabbergasted.

My Gran!

'And the result was your dad and Aunt Linda.' She sighed. It was obvious that a big weight was lifted from her shoulders by telling me this.

'I promise you Sookie. There was so much love…. I lost Fintan and Earl far too early but the love lives in you and Jason.' She smiled and drew me in for another hug.

'Oh, I'm so sorry that you lost them both. That must have been so hard and then dad and Aunt Linda…. I can't imagine…' I whispered into her shoulder tears in my eyes. I wanted to cry for my Gran. She had lived through so much loss and was so caring and compassionate. She really was my hero.

'Don't be sad my darling…. I'm an old woman it's only natural that I've had losses in my life.' She pulled me out from the hug and looked me in the eyes. Looking into her gaze I promised myself that I would do anything in my power to prevent her experiencing any more loss in her life.

'Now, Sookie you have a lot to do today and whatever I can do to help….?' She said and patted my hand and got up from the couch. Just like that she changed the subject. She looked exhausted. I gave her another hug and asked if she could put something nice together for Jason. I think we both took a deep breath and in true Stackhouse style brushed the hardship off our shoulders ready to challenge the world head on. She nodded and patted of into the kitchen.

I pulled in at Merlotte's parking lot early. Writing up the report for the police, the press and Eric had only taken 30 minutes as I now knew were all the information was hiding.

I had opted for the white dress with the red flowers again this afternoon. I was aware that I had picked it solely to look nice for Eric. Again, this was something to ponder over when I got the time.

Bill was picking me up at home and I had instructed Gran to act as normal as possible. I wanted to be home when Bill arrived I realized as I locked my car. I didn't want Gran to be alone with the lying bastard. And what if he had been glamouring her all these nights?

The very thought made my stomach turn.

I was pretty early at Merlotte's so Jason had not arrived yet, neither had René to my great relief.

I waved at JB in the bar. Holly was waitressing and Sam was in the office. Holly and Lafayette had the lunch shift.

I waved at Holly too and went into the back of the bar. I pushed open the swing door to the kitchen and enjoyed the sight of Lafayette dancing around the grill. I stood there for a moment unnoticed. I enjoyed spending time with Lafayette and as I had learned the last couple of weeks, he was a true friend.

When he noticed me his eyes brightened and he pranced towards me.

'You lookin' good, girl!' He exclaimed enthusiastically.

'Where you get that dress?'

'Oh, I've had this old thing forever.' I said mockingly, and as per usual he laughed.

'I have an invitation from my Gran. She and I of course want you to come over for dinner… so what do you say?' I said and looked at my friend with a raised brow, no doubt a gesture I picked up form Eric.

Lafayette started to fan himself in the most exaggerated way possible while fluttering his fake eyelashes.

'You name the time… I'll be coming like a two dollar whore.' He exclaimed.

'Don't let my Gran catch you talking trash like that.' I swatted his shoulder and laughed.

'Next Sunday?' I giggled out and turned on my heels.

'See you hooker!' He saluted and I waved over my head as I left.

Knocking on the office door I had a brief replay of the events from the previous day in my head. It made me blush thinking of a half-naked Sam and Lafayette bursting in at the worst possible time.

'Come in.' Sam hollered from behind the door and I went in. Sam was once again battling the paperwork monster and I once again offered to help out. Sam was as usual very grateful. I tactically avoided telling Sam that I had a date.

'Now, can't a girl just dress nice for her own benefit? Does it automatically need to involve a male specimen of the humane race?' I asked tutting my mouth.

I got my check and gave him a little peck on the cheek ignoring him sniffing me like a dog.

Damn Shifters!

Coming back into the bar the first thing that caught my attention was Jason in the bar talking to JB and René. As Jason took me in his eyes opened wide but he didn't comment. So it turned out the bar comments on my appearance was initially prompt by Lafayette's. I went over to him and saw to that I kept my distance to René, he increasingly creeped me out.

'Here you go… roast chicken and potato salad.' I announced placing a container in front of Jason. Gran had packed it all up for him while I got ready to go to the library.

'Oh, Sookie this is so nice. Thank you!' Jason looked almost ecstatic peering into the container. I smiled and tried to forget how he thought about me in another version of this day. I hugged him goodbye and waved at the others.

I had raced all the way down Hummingbird road and it had paid off. Bill had not arrived yet.

I decided to wait for him on the porch and Gran to my surprise agreed to it even though it was poor manners. Telling her about the possibility of glamouring might have done the trick. She didn't want to reveal anything to Bill.

I watched the headlights of Bill's black Cadillac coming down the driveway and it felt like an oncoming storm. I could feel the rage inside me. I realized that Bill had managed to be the first person I truly hated.

Nice going William Compton.

The car parked and Bill got out and I shook myself to get rid of all the negative feelings. I almost managed it. I got down from the porch holding my messenger bag close. It didn't match my outfit but it contained my report on Bill and René so I was not going without it.

'Hallo Bill nice evening.' I said with just a little too much ice in my voice. Bill actually flinched a bit before the usual constipated mask took hold of his face.

'Sorry to not invite you in but my Gran aren't feeling too great.' I lied. I was never going to invite him into my home again. He walked closer to me. I think he was going to kiss my hand or something in that direction. I stepped back. I felt my heart speed up in disgust. He picked up on the elevated heart rate but misunderstood completely. A small smirk emerged on his face and he let his eyes roam over my appearance.

I felt dirty.

He wasn't too pleased about my dress this time around either and I could see his nostrils get an extensive work-out. Oh, yes I almost forgot about the whole smelling-of-Eric-thing.

'So is this all right?' I asked mentioning towards my clothes. Tonight he was even longer with his reply than usual.

'Yes.' He finally said and I got the distinct feeling that he lacked some of the confidence from the other nights. Maybe he had gotten something out of my grandmother before I arrived that had given him an advantage or maybe it was the combination of my new smell and the candle in a coal mine look I was apparently sporting that threw him off.

I decided to ignore his obvious discomfort and only bring my new smell up if he himself mentioned it. I would go with the Vampire Obsession story of course.

'So Bill should we get going?' I questioned hinting towards the car. He gave me a curt nod and as I was walking towards the dusty black car I got the distinct feeling we were being watched. I felt a tingle down my spine but as I broadened out my mental fishing net Bill turned on Kenny G and that threw me completely off forgetting all about it for cursing the fact that I had to listen to that all the way to Fangtasia.

After a couple of minutes I realized it was somewhat of a blessing in disguise, I had built up quite a hatred for Kenny G but I preferred that to a conversation with Bill.

Half way there Bill turned towards me and inspected me closely for the second time.

'Sookhe… You seem different…your hair maybe.' He observed turning his gaze back to the road.

'No, no nothing new I'm just really worried for Jason, that's all.' I lied.

We turned into the parking lot at Fangtasia and I stepped out of the car simultaneously with Bill not wanting him to play the whole gentleman act and hold the door for me.

I felt a swoosh of air and got the distinct feeling someone was standing behind me.

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Please review that will make me sooo happy and when I'm happy Eric comes out to play ;)

So what do you think about the whole Adele , Earl and Fintan love story?