A/N – I do not own Eric, Sookie or any of the other characters in the SVM books. They belong to the most talented writer, Charlaine Harris. All the other characters are my creation.

Sorry for not having updated this story sooner, but I haven't been feeling in the best of moods to write. Real life sucks sometimes. Thank you to all of those who are still reading and reviewing this story. And a special thank you to those who sent me Pm's asking me for new updates to this story and to my other story, CIRCUS. You are all very sweet and I do appreciate all the support you send my way. *sends hugs*

And because I don't want you all to wait not even a second more here you have DD's chapter 10, raw and unbeta'd. My apologies for any stabbing or butchering of the English language. Culpa est mea.

He's back... hope you still love him. I know I do! *giggles*

DREAM DOCTOR

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EPOV

She never came. She missed our 2nd appointment. Why? That was one of the questions that had been plaguing me all day. Hell! I knew it would plague me all night and I'd be lucky if I was able to close my eyes to sleep anything at all.

Sleep. Now that was something I hadn't been doing much lately. Ever since I left her in the hospital that day, with her pussycat of a boyfriend, my nights have become pretty sleepless. I just couldn't stop thinking about her and I knew I had to find a way to make her mine or I'd go insane.

Insane. Oh, I was, I definitely was. Both from missing her in my real life, thinking about her making love with her boyfriend and from having her in my arms in my dreams ever single night. Right, every single night... more like every single night and day. I was even daydreaming about us, now.

Of course, the lack of sleep was starting to affect my job and my concentration. Luckily, I didn't have more appointments after Sookie's because if I had I wouldn't have been able to help anyone. Her not showing up had really been hard for me. I felt... I felt... devastated!

After the "why" came the "where", the "what" and worse yet the "with whom". Shit, I was such an idiot! I should have returned to visit her at the hospital before she left, but I was so blind with jealousy that I couldn't even think straight.

«Not smart, Northman! If that was the way you were planning to get her then you definitely weren't running on all cylinders. Most probably, she now thinks that you don't give a flying fuck about her health, let alone about feeling anything for her at all. Well done! And YES, you are an idiot!»

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

I was really counting on seeing her today and hopefully getting to make her talk more about her dreams. I really, really wanted to know about her dreams. God help me if they were the same as mine. If they were – hell, even if they weren't – I'd tell her about my own dreams and about my very strong feelings for her.

But she never came. She never fucking came. And that could only mean that she didn't want me. Not as a doctor and most likely not even as a man. If that was so, then what was that at the club? She attacked me. She did. She most definitely did. And I loved it!

Maybe she had had too much to drink. That could be it. But if there was one thing I knew from personal experience was that alcohol didn't make you do things you didn't want to do. Yes, it might make you do things that you usually didn't do, but deep down you really wanted to do those things. You just weren't brave enough to do them while you were sober.

Damn, how I wanted to believe that her feelings for me were as strong as my feelings for her. If she had any feelings for me at all. Which at the moment was kind of hard to believe they existed.

Okay, so maybe she did feel some sort of attraction to me and at the club she acted on it with the help of some liquid courage. That didn't mean she loved me. So what?

Okay, so maybe she didn't want to talk about her dreams and basically didn't want to have me as her doctor since she skipped our 2nd appointment. That only meant that she didn't want me. So what?

Okay, so maybe she was feeling guilty about kissing me and went on a vacation with her boyfriend , putting miles between me and her. And that definitely meant that she didn't love me or want me. Period. So what?

I was desperately in love. I missed her like crazy and wanted to be with her, both in my dreams and in real life. Forever. She was everything to me, but evidently I was nothing to her.

It hurt like hell, but I was man enough to take it. As much as I hated to admit it, it was pretty obvious that she didn't want to be around me or have anything to do with me. Personally or professionally.

No more contact, I got the message loud and clear. She didn't want no contact from or with me. I wouldn't try to contact her again. I had done enough of that stalking shit for a day and a lifetime. Jesus, I was really a fucking idiot.

It took me practically the whole afternoon to get it, but I did. But only after I called her home phone and her cellular more than 3 times. And sent her 3 emails. Hell, I even drove over to her house and rang her door bell 3 times after having waited 3 hours sitting in my car, trying to get a glimpse of her through one of her windows. Absolutely fucking pathetic.

Her not wanting me as a doctor was very disturbing. I knew I was good what my job and I really wanted to help her with whatever dreams she was having. But if she didn't want not even my professional help then I would stop being her doctor. However, she would still get to see a Psychologist if she wanted to. I had called a colleague of mine and Sookie had now a new doctor.

Claudine would help Sookie. She was a very good Psychologist and I liked her. She was also Claude's sister and he had introduced us at a party. She said that she was pretty busy but that for me she would try to squeeze Sookie in as her patient or as her business partner patient.

Her exact words were: "Eric, I'm swamped with patients but for you I'll take Ms. Stackhouse as my patient or if I really can't my brilliant and talented partner will. Don't worry, we'll take good care of her. She will be a new happier person in no time. I'll see you later at the party and we'll talk some more about it. Bye."

Yes, she was in Pam's calendar and maybe her partner was too. I didn't know her partner, but she must be a very good doctor like Claudine. Frankly, I didn't know who were all the doctors on Pam's calendars. I knew I was there, Pam, Quinn, Claude, Claudine, Calvin and maybe a couple of others, but I had no idea who else was there. Not important, I'd probably meet most of them at the party and I'd see them all for sure when Pam finally showed the calendars to us tonight.

So, I was no longer Sookie's doctor and I had told her that in my last voice message. Most likely, I'd never see her again. I surely wouldn't go looking for her. A man needs to have his pride, after all. Even when he's in love and especially when he's feeling completely devastated.

Pathetic! I knew I was. And so I had nothing better to do than nursing my favorite drink, my third glass of vodka – Absolut Citron – in a party, at my own house. No, it wasn't only my pity party. It was a real party. Pam's calendar party and mine as well since I let her convince me to have it under my roof.

I couldn't even remember saying yes or what was the reason Pam told me when she asked me to have it in my house instead of hers. Maybe her house burnt to the ground or was flooded because otherwise I wouldn't have agreed. My house was my sanctuary, I didn't host parties here. Ever.

Well, apparently I was hosting one today. Fucking spectacular. I was really in the mood for a party and to see most females and probably some male colleagues valuating my practically naked self in the first page of a calendar. Fucking fabulous.

Well, the valuation itself wouldn't bother me, but what came after sure would. No doubt, I'd get a lot of compliments that would boost my ego. Especially from females. But not a single one at the party – or not even Venus herself – would be able to get my shirt off of my body – or my pants open – and gain a sample of my goods. No free – or paid – Eric samples tonight.

Thank God, Pam didn't fix me up with one of the female doctors. I sure didn't need anymore infatuated women gyrating around me. Or worse, a stalker. I didn't need another one, either. I already had one of those, but so far it was only a phone stalker. She – or he – would call me at least 3 times every night and hung up after the 3rd ring. I answered the phone 3 of those times, but no one said a word. I had a very shy stalker, it seemed.

So, apparently Pam was my date and I was hers. I wasn't a good company tonight and she knew that it was better to leave me alone.

Alone... yes, that was what I wanted. Maybe I shouldn't have come down at all. I should have stayed in my room upstairs. But as much as I trusted Pam, it was my house and I had to keep the party under control so no damage came to my possessions.

I told Pam that upstairs was off limits, so at least I didn't have to worry about that. There would be absolutely no fucking upstairs or even downstairs in my house tonight. It was my home and I had the right to christen every single room and surface before anyone else. I still hadn't and definitely wouldn't any time soon, so "Adam knew Eve" under my roof was strictly forbidden.

No Sookie Eve for Eric Adam so... so, I should seriously consider to take some days off from work, from my life and especially from myself. It was getting pretty weird to be me, lately. Jesus, when did I become such a wuss?

Wuss? I was no such thing and I was going to prove myself with the next blonde woman guest that would step into my house. Eric Northman and his mojo were back in the game and always ready for a thorough, sexy, fulfilling body to body battle with an attractive woman.

Blonde? Shit, who was I kidding. I only wanted Sookie. No other blonde would be good enough for me. Oh, fuck it! I was going upstairs and take with me the only "woman" I desired and could have from this party – my Swedish friend, Vodka. I loved the bitch, even though it was rather expensive.

I grabbed a virgin bottle and as I lifted it from the table the door bell rang. I knew that the correct thing was for me to go to the door and welcome our guests. But why bother when Pam would do it and much better than me? I didn't go, she did.

Since I had to cross the hall to get to the stairs and I definitely didn't want to play the good host anymore I decided to wait until Pam brought the new guests into the living room. When they would be inside and talking to others I'd try to sneak out to the hall and go to my room.

Once there, Vodka could have her way with me until I would pass out cold on the bed. Pam could handle the party alone and if she didn't I could always kill her later or make her pay for every single damaged or broken thing that belonged to me.

Except my heart or my brain. Pam had nothing to do with their current state. If anything, I almost could swear that she changed the party from her house to mine so I could have something to distract myself and maybe try to have some fun. She knew me well and there was no way in hell that I could hide from her that I was hurting.

I was very lucky to have Pam as my friend. I knew I could always count on her. But I would still kill her if anything in my house got destroyed. I could hear her laughing and talking to the new guests and soon they would enter the living room. It was time to make myself as invisible as possible or just hide behind the others so I'd go unnoticed to Pam's hawk eyes.

It was Eric's pathetic day and night so anything was valid. Child like behavior was a must. So, I hid myself behind some people. Not an easy thing to do when you're 6' 4'', but I did it and laughed at my stunt when I saw Pam enter the room and scan the place looking for me and didn't find me.

I was still grinning like a naughty little boy and taking a sip of my drink to congratulate myself at my foolish, infantile and successful behavior when Amelia entered the room. Ah! So Amelia was the new guest. I was starting to wonder why she hadn't showed up already. I knew Pam had invited her. I also knew that Pam and Amelia were an item.

Amelia was the best receptionist we ever had and we would most likely lose her if Pam and her broke up. I even had a talk with Pam about it because Pam sure wasn't known for having everlasting relationships. However, Pam assured me that Amelia wasn't just a fling and that she would do her best to keep her in her bed, in her life and in our office for as long as Amelia wanted it. Well, that had definitely shut me up. Pam wasn't known for caring about what others wanted whenever she was involved, either. In fact, Pam mostly cared about what she wanted. Period.

Apparently giving up in finding me among the others, Pam turned and beckoned someone else to enter the room. Ah! So Amelia had brought a date? Or maybe a friend? Good for them, maybe they would be having a threesome or a foursome later on. Lucky girls.

Drinking the rest of my drink, I said goodbye to my childish Eric and welcomed bastard Eric. Still holding the last mouthful of the exquisite drink and preparing to sport a very mischievous grin after the burning liquid went down my throat, I saw the third person enter the room.

"Fuck me!" That was the only coherent thought that crossed my mind and I'd have said it out loud if my throat hadn't closed itself. And my mouth was still full of vodka.

Sookie... my Sookie!

As soon as I saw her, my whole body got hit by a very powerful electrical current and I almost came on the spot. She was absolutely beautiful in a ethereal white dress with only two black spots over her perfect round breasts. My dick responded immediately and got as hard as a pole stick. If he had legs he would have abandoned me and go place himself between those black spots. My hands closed into tight fists and the one holding the empty glass almost broke it into tiny pieces. Those black spots would fill my palms oh-so-perfectly.

Deciding that I was hallucinating or way too drunk to see things clearly, I closed my eyes and willed my damn throat to open so I could swallow the drink. It was either that or I would choke on it. Or I would make a spectacle out of myself by spitting it into the air and over my own clothes.

Of course, a lot more could happen if I didn't get my fucking emotions under control. I'd end up doing a lot worse besides spitting a drink all over my clothes. Drool, sweat and a load of sperm would soon become part of my personal attire, if I didn't get my act together.

Shit! What was I, a fucking teenager? No, what I was was definitely drunk and seeing things! There was no way Sookie was here in my house, under my roof, in my home, in my sanctuary, in my nest... in my territory.

God help me if she was. God help her if she was. God help us if she was. But of course she wasn't, was she? Well, there was only one way to find out, I had to open my eyes again.

I did and she was really there. And without her boyfriend. Could I get any luckier? Hopefully, yes.

Oh my little white riding hood, my little angel of beauty, goddess of my heart... you came to my lair, you came to me and tonight I'd prove to you that you were mine and mine alone.

"Sookie, look at me!" I whispered, hoping that her eyes would meet mine. But they didn't. No worries, I had time. Her eyes would meet mine soon.

Pam introduced her to all the other guests and I just stood there observing everything. Mainly her, of course. I was totally under her spell. She had such a beautiful smile, beautiful white teeth, beautiful lips, beautiful mouth, beautiful eyes, beautiful face, beautiful body... she was all beautiful and mine!

When Quinn decided to put his paws on her and whisked her away from all the others with the excuse of getting a drink an alarm went off in my brain. It was time for me to stop watching and act.

I was finally going to get my woman. I wouldn't let any other male woo or claim her. Tonight she would be mine and if I had my way she would be mine forever.

And I would be hers until the end of my days, if she would have me. But was she willing to have me?

TBC

A/N – Eric, Eric, Eric... of course she is willing to have you. And if she wasn't, I sure am as well as some other fabulous women here in the FF world. So, girls, do tell him, that you want him. He needs to hear it! *smiles*

Ok, this man when he starts talking is very hard to stop. That said, he still needs another chapter to let it all out. I'll try to post it until next Sunday.

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Love to you all and hope 2010 brings your way all the things that you most desire.