A/N: Another driving lesson tonight, plus ice cream! So I feel like a crazy fool when I write: I have old chapters up, wikipedia open to check facts and my reviews up so I can try to answer questions. Then I click back and forth and try to figure out what's going on. It's nuts. But you know what? When I post a new chapter before I go to bed and check my email in the morning, I go to work in a good mood after reading reviews. Speaking of reviews, I love them! I love when you guys ask me questions or make suggestions: sometimes I don't think of everything and reviews help me out with details. With this chapter, I hope I can answer some reviews and give you guys a little more history about what's been happening these past ten years. without further ado…

(Keep in mind I don't own these characters…)

After ten minutes or so, I had finally picked myself up off the white floor of the shower. It had been ten long years, a whole decade, since I had felt any thing in the bond. Somehow, I think I just assumed Eric had severed it when I left. At least now I knew what that irritating humming had been: it was his life force echoing across the bond. As I pushed aside the black shower curtain and reached for a white fluffy towel, several questions passed through my mind. Where was he? Did he know the bond was reactivated? If he did, why didn't he come to find me yet? Maybe he was really and truly done with me? What had he been up to these past ten years?

After toweling off, I began brushing out my wet hair. I thought about my last ten years. Outside of being a flight attendant, I hadn't done too much. It took me six months to train to be a flight attendant. During this time, I worked part time at a grocery store to help make ends meet. I lived in a crappy apartment for three years until I saved up enough money for a down payment on my condo. My life was all about working. I flew all over America, to every state (except Alaska), to Canada and to Mexico several times. I had even been to the Caribbean a few times. While I had been given opportunities to go overseas, I stuck mostly to North America. Eventually, I quit my job at the grocery store as I had received a promotion and pay raise.

As for a social life, it was lacking. To help pay for my condo, I rented a room out. It took me four years to find Sarah and before her, I rented to a two other women. For once, my telepathy paid off and I was able to find good women for roommates. I refused to rent to men. Speaking of men, I did date a little over these past ten years. Nothing too serious, just here and there. As much as it pains me to admit it, I had had five one night stands over the past decade. I just did not feel like dating anyone. Never mind the fact I didn't have a lot of time for it, it's difficult to date someone when I could read the guy's thoughts. Truly, there is nothing worse than sitting across a table from someone who's just thinking about how big my breasts are and what positions he wanted to fuck me in.

Also, within my first year of moving to Hershey I had started seeing a therapist. She was new age and seemed like a hippie, but she was very open to me. Her mind was pure and she truly believed everything I told her. With her help, I was able to manage my Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. My therapist almost reminded me of my Gran, had she been a hippie. She was kind, accepting and never pushed me for more than I was willing to give. Eventually, I was able to trust her enough to tell her about my telepathy. Again, she believed me and she even managed to help me learn how to control it. I had originally been seeing her on a weekly basis (until the nightmares and panic attacks stopped) but now I saw her monthly.

I placed my comb down and started at myself in the mirror. What the hell was I going to do about Eric? What would I say to him when he came looking for me? Why was he even here? Did that mean Bill was here? Pam? I had already seen Bubba… I had moved thousands away from home but still couldn't escape them. Why couldn't I win?

Sighing, I figured I might as well get dressed and head down for breakfast. I was sure Cindy would make good on her promise to come track me down if I didn't make an appearance. I pulled my underwear and bra on before slipping into my sweatpants. They were a gift from Sarah and bared the name of her college down the left leg. And they were possibly the warmest, softest and most comfortable pairs of sweatpants I had ever owned. After pulling on my hoodie, I threw my hair up into a quick bun and decided to skip make-up today. There was no one I intended to impress here, even if I ran into Eric.

Eric. Why would I think about running into him? Why would I care if he cared about my appearance? It's not like I still cared about him, was it? Oh, no. Fuck! Fuckity, fuck, fuck fuck!

Even after ten years, even after no communication, even after him not rescuing me from those fairies…

I missed him.

I was so screwed!

Throwing my shoulders back, I decided I would go downstairs. I was determined (that old Stackhouse willpower) to face this head on. If he was here, I would talk to him. I would give him a piece of my mind. Grabbing my purse, I headed out of my hotel room.

After a quick elevator ride, I was in the front lobby. I took in my surroundings, probing the bond ever so gently. The lobby was beautifully but simply decorated: it had a very rustic, cabin feeling. While my hotel room was immaculate, the lobby was more homey. Dark blue, deep green and burnt red woven throw rugs covered the hardwood floors. The walls were wainscot, the lower half a gorgeous stained oak and the upper part a creamy brown. On the upper half of the walls were various paintings of wolves, bears, ships, and nature. There were also framed photographs of famous vampires, Weres and some other creatures I didn't recognize. In addition there shots of things from around the city of Barrow. Pictures of the local high school sports teams, the fishery, the airport. It seemed like this hotel wanted to provide comfort not only to locals but also Supes. What a strange concept. Even though Weres and Vamps had come out of the closet over a decade ago, people still seemed stand offish about them.

As I continued to examine my surroundings, I nearly walked passed him.

"Eric!" I whispered to myself, stopping dead. His vampire hearing must have picked up on my quiet outburst as he looked my direction. He eyed me, looking me up and down before turning back to his companion. I felt nothing in the bond. He had continued his conversation with a male human. How could he ignore me? I began walking quickly across the room, until I was at his side.

"Eric," I said softly. He and the man stopped talking. The man looked at me curiously. Eric lifted his eyebrows in question.

"I am he. Why do you seek me out?" he asked stoically.

What was he doing? Did he not recognize me? Anger rose in my chest. How could he not at least recognize my scent? Did I mean so little to him?

"What the hell, Eric? I know I've changed but I'm still me!"

He looked at the man and nodded slightly. The man took his cue to leave. I stepped closer. Eric gazed at me, his blue eyes piercing. "Miss, I am sorry. I am not sure what you want from me." A lock of his blonde hair had fallen in his face and his pushed it behind his ear, offering me a polite smile. That smile pushed me over the edge and I flipped. I began pounding on his chest.

"Don't know what I want from you? Don't know what I want from you?! You arrogant asshole! Mother-fuc-" Strong hands gripped my wrists, near the point of breaking.

"I will not have you embarrass me in my own hotel, woman," Eric hissed into my ear. "Understand?" I nodded and he released my hands, roughly pushing me away from him. He turned his back to me and began walking away. Who was this man and what had he done to my vampire? Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to pour out.

"Do you truly not recognize me?" I whispered, feeling a terrible ache in my chest. He stopped walking and sighed deeply.

"Oh, Sookie," he said, barely loud enough for me to hear before he continued walking away.

A/N: I'm listening to the Scrubs musical album right now. Imagine if SVM was a musical…think about it. Eric singing and dancing? He'd totally end up doing a solo in Viking gear. It'd be like that one Looney Toons thing…only it'd be Eric, hunting Sookie. http:// www. / watch?v=LHivHuPFBqA Yeah, it'd be just like that!

Listen, lucky for you guys I don't have to go to work til late tomorrow. I'm totally going to be cranking out another chapter. I can't even wait! I think there's some ESN coming soon. I know some of you are waiting for it…but the build up to it is going to make it worth it. I hope!