A/N- Let me know what you think, read and review.

The inside of the limo was spacious, with black leather seats and a minibar. I tried to settle back against the comfortable upholstery, but I couldn't help but look out the tinted window to where the world of Bon Temps was passing me by. I drank in every little detail, like a glutton I feasted on the images of friends going about their day. I saw JB du Rone wandering down the street in his work uniform and being eyed hungrily by two middle aged women. I saw Halleigh Bellefleur stepping out of a cafe with Terry Bellefleur, whom since the wedding she'd taking to like a fish to water. I felt my esteem for her rise at that act of kindness, I'd always cared for Terry, his troubles aside, he was a good man who'd always had a kind word for me. Thinking of him my mind strayed to Merlotte's.

"Dammit!" I cried out suddenly remembering an important fact. Mr Cataliades looked up from his book and Diantha from her hand-held game.

"Miss Stackhouse, what's the matter?"

The concern in his voice was evident, and I felt a little sheepish at having broken the silence of the luxurious limousine.

"I am sorry Mr Cataliades, I just realised that my purse is still at the bar...it's not really important, I have cash on me"

He didn't seem to hear me, shaking his head; he sighed and checked his watch. Pressing a small button on the arm of his seat, the divider between the driver and us lowered, to reveal a rather human looking man behind the wheel.

"Turn at the next right and pull into the parking lot" he instructed the man before raising the divider again. Feeling somewhat of a nuisance I tried to play down the importance of my belongings, though it would give me some small comfort to have my purse in my pocket. He simply ignored my arguments,
"Miss Stackhouse, I'd rather you go to Vegas with some form of identification upon you" he announced and I promptly shut up, realising that if I wanted to make a run from the gambling centre of America, I would need my driver's licence at the very least.

Somehow, the limo managed to fit into the employee's parking lot at Merlotte's, though it stood out like a fairy at Fangtasia. It was the after lunch lull and when I threw my telepathy into the bar, I sensed Holly, Danielle and the usual alcoholics already soused enough that I felt dizzy just touching them. No Sam however, which meant he was in his trailer for one reason or another.
Sighing I undid my seatbelt and climbed from the limo, bracing myself as I walked over to the trailer and banged my fist on the side of the wall.
I heard something spill and a muffled curse, and, because I was still a little pissed off at Sam, I took a small amount of pleasure from it.

In all the activity of the last few days, it seemed an age ago since I'd violently kneed Sam in the groin. He didn't seem to have forgotten though, it may have been the vampire blood, or my own strength, but when he opened the front door I saw that he was still moving pretty carefully. I winced, wondering if that slowed him down any during bartending hours.
When Sam saw that it was me, his irritation went through the roof, to the point where even his strawberry blonde hair seemed angry at me.
"What do you want, Sookie?" he demanded rudely.
Knowing that I was partly in the wrong, I decided I would be as polite as possible.
"I need to pick up my purse" I explained sweetly. He raised an eyebrow at me, silently asking why I hadn't tried the office first, where I'd left it last. I kept my face pleasant, with the same smile I had during a slow day at work. Mumbling under his breath, Sam turned and stomped back into his trailer and I awarded myself a point, having knowing that Sam wouldn't leave my purse where it could have been snatched, even when we were arguing we had more respect for each other than that.

He stomped back to the door where I'd been waiting patiently and shoved it towards me,
"Here" he grumbled rudely and I took it silently, sliding it into my jeans pocket and turning to go.
Suddenly his hand shot out and gripped my arm tightly, I cried out in surprise and turned back, expecting to see him wounded or something terrible. I saw him looking over my head to where Diantha had stepped out of the limousine and was stretching her long limbs.
"Sookie," he whispered urgently, "You tell me what's happening right now!"
I'd hoped I wouldn't have to.

"I've been summoned by his Majesty to Vegas" I explain quietly, swallowing when I saw the devastation on Sam's face. Clearly he was jumping to the worst conclusion,
"But you and Eric are married!" he reminded me hopefully, "Felipe can't touch you"
I sigh and rest my hand on his arm, "I don't think Eric and I will be married for much longer" I tell him,
"We've had a severe falling out and...I can't see it being easily remedied"
"Find a way to remedy it" he orders me, stepping down to my level and glaring at the expressionless Diantha,
"Whatever you have to do...Sookie, Eric is the lesser of the two evils"

Gee, because I couldn't have figured that out on my own. I'm about to say as much to Sam when he freezes, a look of utter disbelief on his face. So slowly I can hardly believe he's moving; Sam lowers his head to my neck, where there is a gap between my skin and my clothes and sniffs twice. I can see the exact moment he realises my condition because the look on his face makes me want to reassure him he's not the father. But clearly the fairy scent reaches his nostrils, because when he raises his eyes to meet mine he had a world of shame in his blue depths.
"Sookie...cher," He pulls me to him in a crushing hug and I see that our argument's all but forgotten, he holds me for so long that I delve into his head and see the reason why.

Sam Merlotte is saying goodbye to me. He recognises Diantha as a demon and knows there is no way to keep me from being taken in the limo. He can smell the fae I'm carrying and doesn't believe that my baby and I will ever leave Las Vegas alive. When I step into that limo, it'll probably be the last time he ever lays eyes on me. In a few months, perhaps not even that long, my face will appear in the newspaper and I'll be listed as missing. There may be a search for me, the police will do their best, Eric and the other Area Five vamps might even feign grief and join the hunt, but my body will never be found. When Sam Merlotte is old and grey he'll remember the telepathic barmaid he once counted among his friends, and who but for a few wrong choices could have been a lot more.

Shows what he knows.

I push against his shoulders and raise my head high,
"I am sorry for our disagreement the other night Sam" I apologise politely, "When I get back from Vegas we'll hopefully sit down and have a good long talk, but as it is I reckon I'm running late for my appointment with the king"
I give him a quick farewell kiss on the cheek then skip over to where the limo is waiting, I scramble in and the driver pulls out, when I look back Sam is watching the car, and I swear I see something of a proud smile on his face.

A/N- It's hard trying to find a way to get Sookie and Sam's relationship back to friends and friends alone.