Forgiveness is earned….besides the story wouldn't nearly be as interesting if I let them ride into the sunset without letting them trip over a few rocks or crash into a boulder or two. Enjoy.

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Fake Tara didn't last a week. It was Pam's own fault. Humans were fragile creatures and before she knew she had gotten carried away with the pain part. Pam didn't have enough sense or sensitivity to spare the girl so Eric ended up being the one to glamour her. Pam watched her on the pole practicing while the dancer sent her furtive looks unaware how close she'd come to oblivion. Eric sat in front of her with his legs kicked up on the chair. This felt normal, as normal as it gets for Pam and Eric, and though they weren't gushing over how right it felt to settle into their old routines they acknowledged it with witty barbs discovering their rapport hadn't been lost entirely.

"She's giving you goo goo eyes," Eric remarked dryly.

Pam's face folded, "goo goo eyes? Has the glitter from Sookie's vagina gone to your head?"

"The way you say her name. You always say it like she's a disease," her maker pointed out.

Full lips pursed, "'cause she is, I didn't get the memo about pussy whipped being in this season. Makes me glad I didn't get anywhere near it frankly."

As if Tara knew the older vampire's guard was down Pam was surprised by eruptions of emotion and then pain. Tara was hurting or in trouble. She gripped the bar stopping her first reaction. She focused on the dance.

Eric turned his neck noticing her tense stance, "should I leave you two alone?" he offered.

Pam didn't answer. Instead she looked ahead, quietly warring with the part of her that still cared and was concerned about Tara. Why the fuck was she concerned? She didn't need to be Tara forfeited her right to be cared for.

Eric ended up at her left observing her closely with a crooked head ready to be there even if she refused him. He wouldn't hold her or ask her if she was alright. They were both dually redundant and unnecessary when it came to Pam.

"What's wrong?"

"Tara," she strained. She's in pain," she added begrudgingly.

Eric nodded calling for the dancer to go away and change they would be open in an hour or so. He wasn't examining the pole Geneva just dismounted closely it was just something to look at while he suggested, "go to her."

Cold eyes flashed at her maker in anger, "fuck that," she crossed her arms petulantly.

"She's still yours," Eric stated calmly. "She's still family," he tried again well aware how Godric would have liked him to ascend from his baser instincts and evolve—even with the one shortcoming in several lifetimes of loyal service he knew that he wasn't all that Godric wanted him to be when he died. He made mistakes especially early on. As much as Pam was hurting right now she still had a responsibility to her. Godric's blood coursed through her veins even if his wisdom didn't, but she was still young, she could learn to be better or at least resemble it in the way vampires can resemble 'better'.

"Pam."

It wasn't that Pam didn't want to see her. She didn't know if she was ready to. Was she ready? She hated that she needed to examine something as trivial as her feelings to confront her ex. Straightening her shoulders resolved to see what was going on she sped out of the club without a word to Eric of where she'd be. If she needed him she had her cell on her. Today opted for something dressed down dark blue skinny jeans with ankle high boots and a purple and red camisole.

"All roads lead to fucking Sookie," she growled as she stopped in front of the Stackhouse two-story home.

Making her way up the stairs she paused before she opened the door to fix her hair, or at least she almost did when she realized what she was doing. The door swung open with a wide eyed Sookie staring at her with a partially parted mouth of surprise.

"Pam," the smaller blond didn't hide her surprise.

"In the flesh," she angled her head to scan what part of the house she could see from the threshold. "Where the hell is she?"

"Who?" the blond asked dumbly closing the door until it rested on her back and impeded Pam's view of the rest of the house.

Pam was getting annoyed, "Martha Stewart."

Sookie cleared her throat, "now isn't a real good time."

"Does this look like a face that cares?" the vampire questioned curtly. "I didn't come to go all Ya Ya Sisterhood here—I feel…."she rolled her eyes rushing, "I feel Tara's pain and it's becoming inconvenient."

The waitress narrowed her eyes, "well, I'm glad to hear Tara in pain is difficult for you."

"Inconvenient," Pam corrected, "I prefer inconvenient."

Considering how wise allowing Pam would be in the house with Tara and Pam's recent history the half fairy was hesitant understandably. Tara had been coming around a lot more only because there were very few places that were safe for her to lay low when the sun came up. And for some reason her house was a supernatural hot spot in their little town. Tara's cry in pain settled it for both of them when Pam looked like she wanted to vault inside and Sookie was swayed by the glimmer of concern that faded as quickly as it came.

"She misses you," Sookie shared against her best judgment, "she's really sorry for—"

Pam returned with an equally uninterested tone, "been there fucked that let's move on shall we?"

"In the kitchen," Sookie shared needlessly when she gave her permission to enter since the taller blond went straight there.

Her hurried strides slowed to a lethargic stroll to the kitchen entrance, "where's your witch?" Pam straddled a chair undecided whether she wanted to lift a hand to help or not.

Tara met Pam's cold stare and she sucked in the next growl of pain enough to manage, "what….what is she…doing here?" Tara lurched again grabbing her side.

Lafayette shrugged making sure he faced the vampire at all times. She may have had relations with his cuz, but that didn't mean he had to forget how dangerous she was.

"She felt your pain," Sookie threw in kneeling toward at Tara's feet to push her hand aside and her coat to show Pam what they were dealing with. It was a large open gash that wasn't healing.

Pam outstretched her neck, but she didn't get any closer than that still waiting on the answer to her question. "Where's the witch?"

"I don't know," Tara groaned.

"Crazy bitch went single white female on her ass and this is what we been dealing with," Lafayette informed worriedly in his multicolored sweater and his signature scarf and gloss.

The pain was too unbearable and it was likely that Pam would refuse Tara asked anyway, "Can you help me?"

Pam more or less expected the request. Tara looked terrible and she had some experience with witches and their fucking enchantments. She didn't like to dwell on the past remembering one specific witch who fucked with her face.

"Why?"

"She needs your help," Sookie thought this point above all didn't need to be explained. Tara had hurt her sure, but it wasn't reason to disregard her life over a mistake.

"Yes," Pam nodded, "why? Haven't I been through enough?"

"I'm sorry," Tara meant it. There were only three other words that might have meant more, but she was fairly sure if she said them Pam would leave. And she didn't want her to. "I fucked up—"

"You didn't fuck a direction Tara, you fucked Daphne, of all the supernatural cunts in the world."

"I didn't know," the young vampire rasped.

"And your ignorance doesn't make a mistake like this go away," Pam realized where she was. Lafayette and Sookie were enthralled by their drama and the last thing the blond wanted was to be the fodder of either. She turned on her heel.

Tara stood on unsteady legs to follow her successfully avoiding hands trying to grab her. She sped to the door then slid down the wall from the exertion of energy she needed to keep herself conscious, "don't leave," she didn't have the strength to raise her head.