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Chapter Eleven

"Miss Stackhouse? Are you still there Miss Stackhouse?"

I scrambled back to the phone, not really wanting to hear what was coming up.

"Yes I'm here."

"We're calling you because there has been a serious accident. You're brother Jason is here."

'Please don't be dead, please don't be dead! You're all I have!'

"Is he alive?"

"Yes, he is unconscious right now, but we'll need you to come down and get him."

"Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can."

"We'll see you soon Miss Stackhouse. Drive saf-"

I hung up the phone and threw on some clothes, not caring how I looked at the moment.

I arrived at the Monroe County Hospital with in the hour, no thanks to my Eric inspired driving. The woman at the front desk shot me a weird look as I came in, out of breath from sprinting from the parking lot to the lobby.

"Can I help you?

"Jason…. Stackhouse… please."

"Oh! Yes, of course. Room 38, the hall." She sat up a little straighter when she realized who I was.

"Thanks."

I quickly walked down the hall, finally getting to his room. I gripped the door handle, preparing myself for the worst. I didn't know if Jason was going to be a big mangled heap of limbs.

'Okay, here we go Sook.'

He looked awful. His face was puffy and purple, and there were quite a few cuts on it. They hadn't cleaned the blood off of his face very much, and it was dried down to it and his hair. His arm was up in a sling, and his side was all bandaged up. I instantly started crying when I saw him. I had come close to losing my brother, the only person I had left besides my fae side.

I didn't even notice Bud and Andy sitting on the other side of his bed. I wanted to be near to Jason. I wanted to be the first thing he saw when he woke up. I lightly touched his arm in the sling, trying to pick anything up from his subconscious if I could.

'Damn it Crystal! Why'd you have to go and do that! I loved you! We could have been so happy!'

I could see it all, almost like I was there. He had been drinking, and driving his truck like any idiot would. He was in the back woods, sobbing on his hand, which was also the one maneuvering the steering wheel. Something caught his eye to his right, and he jerked his head towards me, looking me dead in the eyes. I knew that it wasn't me that he was looking at, but before I could look out the window, the truck had drifted off of the road. He tried to pull it back onto the road, but he overcorrected and wrapped his precious black truck with aqua and fuchsia on the sides into a large, old tree. I saw his head hit the steering wheel, and not come back up, and I thought for sure that he was dead.

I came back to reality in the hospital room, and immediately hugged him around his neck. When I opened my eyes, Bud and Andy were looking at me as though I had just broke out into song.

I let go of him, finally acknowledging the two cops.

"Andy, Bud"

"Sookie. Could we have a moment with you in the hall?" Bud was a small quiet man.

"Sure Bud."

We walked out into the hallway, right outside of Jason's room. I could still see him through the small window in the door. My poor brother.

"Sookie, we're mighty sorry about this. Jason had already gone through a lot, and now this."

"Yes, Crystal's death was hitting him hard." Andy stayed completely silent, which was unlike him. He usually liked to run his mouth to no end, especially about the stupid actions of Jason. This time he bit his tongue. I was glad.

"If you need anything, or if anything happens, call us and let us know Sookie."

"I will Bud, thank you." They began to walk off. Andy got to my side then stopped. He put his hand on my shoulder, and nodded his head at me. For once, he looked me in the eyes. I was beginning to think that Andy Bellefleur was somewhat human after all. I nodded back to him, and he continued to go out side.

I went back to Jason. He was still asleep. I went into the bathroom that was connected to his room and dampened a paper towel with warm water. I washed as much of the dried blood off of his face as I could, making sure to be very gentle because his face was swollen and cut up. I looked at him, brushing my hand through his hair. What had become of my brother? He used to be a sweet, simple man with not a care in the world. Now he was a cesspool of depression, spiraling out of control.

I heard the door swing open, and his doctor approached me.

"Miss Stackhouse?" She was fairly young, and very pretty. Her brown curls framed her face, and her green eyes were almost the same color as Alcide's.

"Yes. Please call me Sookie."

"Well Sookie, your brother is one lucky man."

"Yes, he is. I don't know what I would have done if I had lost him."

"Well, it will take some time before he get's completely better, but he should be in tip top shape within a couple of weeks. He arm is broken in two places, and he has a couple of cracked ribs. His face is swollen from-"

"Hitting the steering wheel. I know doctor." I smiled at her as a confused look came over her.

"Well I'll leave you two alone. He'll be released tomorrow." She left quickly. I seemed to have that effect on some people.

I walked back over to Jason, sitting on the edge next to him. It was hard to look at him with out wanting to cry. I knew that he would be in great pain when he woke up, and I almost wished that I could give him some of Eric's blood to heal quicker. I knew that Jason would never accept blood from a vampire, even if it was my boyfriend.

Eric. I missed Eric more than ever now. He was the only one who could help me through this.

The door swung open again, slamming against the wall. I turned to look, but I couldn't. I was swept off the bed, and into the arms of my Viking. Boy did he have perfect timing.

I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, letting him know exactly how much I missed him.

"Lover, is everything alright?"

"Jason. It's Jason." I began crying again, resting my head on his shoulders as he rocked me in his arms.

"I am sorry I was gone for so long."

"Too long." I kissed his lips, not wanting to part. He hadn't been gone for a whole day, but it felt like an eternity. "How did you find me?"

"As I approached Bon Temps, I couldn't feel you very well. I stopped at your house, and the witch had no idea where you were. She said that she had checked your room, and that your clothes were thrown every where and that the shower was still running. Then I felt your discomfort through the bond, and found you here. I was so worried that it was you who would be in this bed Sookie."

"Oh Eric, please don't leave me like that again!" I pressed my forehead to his.

"I shall try not to lover. Next time, I will bring you with me."

He walked us over, and sat in the chair that Andy had been sitting in, still holding onto me. I rested in his arms for a while, enjoying his hold on me, until I saw it.

Jason's foot twitched.

I jumped out of Eric's arms and onto the bed, Eric hovering behind me. I saw his blue eyes from behind his swollen purple eyelids. My brother was finally awake.

"S..Sook?"

"I'm here Jason. I'm here."

"Where is here?"

"Were in the hospital in Monroe."

"Damn. What did I do this time?" That was the Jason I knew. I was glad that he hadn't changed.

"Well first off, you shouldn't have been drinkin' and drivin'. Second, you wrapped your truck around a tree."

"Ah no! Shit! I loved that truck too."

"I know Jason. I know."

He looked past me, seeing Eric's arm around me.

"Northman." He nodded. It must have been International Male Nodding Day. I didn't get the memo.

"Stackhouse. I trust that you won't be giving our Sookie a scare like this again." I didn't know that they were both claiming me now.

"No, I can't afford to go through the trucks."

"Not funny Jason." I was worried sick about him. I was not in the mood for his petty jokes.

"Yeesh. Sorry Sook."

"It's okay. Just get some sleep. I get to take you home tomorrow."

"Home? I don't know if I want to go back home."

"You'll be going to my house Jason. Don't worry." He gave me a suspicious look, but I just winked at him.

"Alright. I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"

"I'm not going any where."

"No, you don't have to stay here. Go get a hotel room or something. You look like you need to unwind." He was looking at my bright red shirt, purple shorts, and tie-dye socks.

"Are you sure Jason? I don't want to leave you alone."

"I'll be fine Sook. Go on now."

"Alright Jason. I'll see you tomorrow. Let's go Eric."

"Northman"

"Stackhouse." Again with the nodding!!

'I love you Sook.'

I stopped at the door and turned around. Jason was sitting up in his bed, smiling. I smiled back and shut the door.

I reflected on my day off. I had done nothing, gone out to Hot Shot, done nothing, cleaned, almost took a shower, and had the biggest heart attack of my life. Jason was right, I needed to wind down.

We found a hotel that serviced to vampires, and checked in. We finally got to the room, and I plopped down on top of the bed as quickly as I could. I rolled onto my back, and Eric climbed atop of me, kissing my neck.

"I rather enjoy your attire tonight lover. It reminds me of San Francisco during the late sixties."

"Ah, well I wouldn't know. This is my panic outfit."

"Would you rather not wear it? I could have that arranged." His grin told me exactly what he would like to do.

" I guess… you can take it off…" Two seconds was all it took.

I felt his lips upon my chest, giving me sweet kisses on my breasts. This night seemed to be getting better. He then traced little circles on my stomach with the tips of his cool fingers. I wiggled with excitement as he slid his fingers down to my center, caressing the outside. I wanted him to feel me, I wanted him to make me writhe in pleasure. He brought his face up to mine and kissed me, his tongue filling all of the space in my mouth.

"Sookie, do you want me to?"

"Yes… please yes…"

He brought his fingers inside of me, twisting and massaging me. I pushed down on him, eager for more. He slipped a third finger I, and I moaned out feeling him quicken his pace in me. The occupants in the room next to us banged on the wall, but it only made me moan louder, giving them an ear full. I touched myself with one hand, and with the other, I undid his pants, placing my warm hand on his cool, smooth shaft. I saw him lick his lips, wanting to taste me. He closed his eyes as he pushed his fingers further inside of me, faster and harder each time. I stroked him more, twisting my hand around him from his base to his tip. He couldn't fight it anymore, and he positioned himself between my legs, flicking his cold tongue against my nub. Oh the things he could do with that tongue. I placed one of my hands on his head. It followed the bob of his head as he continued to drive me further to my breaking point.

"Eric, please now.."

He brought him self inside of me, his length filling me completely. I moaned in ecstasy, clutching onto his shoulders. I heard him let out a smooth growl as I brought my hips up with his, allowing him better access. He penetrated me with long, gentle strokes, allowing me to take him all in, then sped up as I began to pant harder. He lifted himself up, finding my spot instantly. He slammed himself against it over and over again, making me scream out his name.

We stopped.

I made him pull out of me, and he was grumpy, but not for long. He backed away from me, still completely hard and extended. I crawled onto my hands and knees. I was on all fours, offering myself to him. He grinned, and proceeded to take me from behind, slipping his fingers in between my legs to play with my hard nub. I bucked and pushed myself against him, every inch of my body was shaking from him. He liked it and began to push harder, getting rougher and rougher with each thrust. He rode me over and over, quickening the pace of his member and his finger together. I finally came, dropping down onto my stomach, and he right after me, biting into my ass, sucking my sweet fae blood.

That was the most excellent way to end my night.

I laid in his arms for the rest of the night, getting lost in his gaze. How was it that he knew me so well? He know how I liked to be fucked, how to cuddle just right, how to console me. It was like he was in my head, reading my thoughts for a change.

Sunrise finally came, and Eric disappeared into the room that was linked to ours. It was like an upgraded hidey-hole. He kissed me before he got up, and I was almost tempted to join him, but I didn't. I pulled my purple shorts back on, and wore Eric's T shirt and wrapped my self in a blanket.

I decided to do something that I hadn't done in a while. I went downstairs to the couch in the lobby and watched the sun rise. I could never do this with Eric. I watched the rays of light shine through the trees, and thought of Godfrey, and when he met the sun. I would make sure that Eric NEVER met the sun.

I got a cup of coffee and took my place back on the big comfy couch. As I sipped at it, I thought of how much I had missed Eric last night, and how he came to rescue me from my own sadness. I thanked God for bringing that man into my life, even if he was a dead one.

It was very quiet and peaceful in the lobby. There weren't too many people awake, so I didn't have to worry about anything but the rays of light coming through the window, touching my skin.

I would go pick Jason up in a few hours. So much for resting like he suggested, but I did have some help with winding down. I smirked just thinking of Eric mounting me like that. He seemed so powerful, pushing me, and pulling me against him. I definitely wanted to that again.

I stirred my coffee with the red stick, remixing the cream that had settled to the top back into it. Today was the day that I would take my brother home to the safety of my house, and spend a delightful night with my man. The world seemed to be coming together, and I figured that I should embrace it before it turned to shit again like it had a habit of doing. I laid back into the soft cushions, taking in everything around me.

Everything.

"Hey babe, long time no see."

And now it was shit again.

TBC…