I am SO sorry for the delay in updating this! I am glad that you guys liked the EPOV chapter, I was nervous of it. As always, thank you so much for the reviews. I seriously get giddy every time I get an alert =) I hope you guys like this one, and to make up for my negligence, I will be posting another tomorrow. Enjoy! CH/AB own all this stuff.

Not surprisingly, both Eric and Godric knew what a cluviel dor was. What none of us could seem to figure out was how or why my simpleton brother had done this. I knew it had to be him, though. I just had a feeling. The cluviel dor was the only idea I'd had in the last two nights that made any sense whatsoever and he's the only person that would have been in my house. Hell, I hadn't even been in that house in a long while. I'd been living with Eric for a couple of months, basically just dropping in every now and again to make sure everything was ok. I was always worried a pipe would bust or a family of rodents would move in, so it sounded like a good idea to have Jason keep an eye on things when we were leaving for England.

I just could not think of what he could possibly have done to activate the magic and how I had ended up here. I would bet my life that he had no idea what the cluviel dor was so I know that whatever he said or did to get it to work was completely unintentional. Be that as it may, I was still here and wanted answers. I was racking my brain trying to think of one but I was getting nowhere fast. Godric had left to take Anna back to her home and I'd been so preoccupied that I'd forgotten to learn how to curtsey from her. Or bow, what the hell ever it was called. I was getting really agitated over this but I couldn't help it. The whole 'baby vamp losing her shit' thing was coming in to play a little.

I was sitting in one of the chairs in the front room with Eric in the other, though I wasn't even paying attention to him. I was staring a hole through the tabletop as my mind tried to work out an acceptable answer. I could feel my irritation building and considering the fact that we'd just bonded, Eric could too. I hadn't realized my fingers were tapping the tabletop until his hand closed over mine, flattening it against the wood. I looked up at him sharply, instantly perturbed. My annoyance faded a notch or two at the look of compassion on his face.

"Show me something?" he asked hopefully. I narrowed my eyes at him, torn between making a smart remark and complying. I usually wasn't quite this hot tempered but when I felt a strong, sudden emotion like this, I had to focus to reign it in. I flexed my jaw for a second while I got my thoughts in order and then I blew out a deep breath.

"Like what?" I asked, my voice neutral.

"Show me my other child. My Pam? I want to see more of her, please." I had to smile at his request. It wasn;t hard to bring up memories of Pam and since she was always Pam, I was easily able to give him a definite idea of her character pretty quickly. I showed him the many times she'd tried hitting on me, though I had to explain a couple of the lines she'd used as he didn't understand the wording. I remembered plenty of her sarcastic comebacks, some of her more stoic moments, and the couple of times I'd seen her fight. Eric was like a new father.

"She is fierce," he said, voice brimming with pride. I'd just shown him the glimpses I'd caught of her during the whole 'war of the witches' debacle.

"That she is," I agreed wholeheartedly. He smiled at me, that rare smile that lit up his whole face and I reached my hand out without thinking. I paused just before I touched his cheek, my hand hanging in the air awkwardly for a second. Just as I prepared to turn it into the lamest yawn ever, he turned his head and kissed my palm. The heat travelled up my arm and down to my belly and then he folded my hand into his own.

"I don't understand what is between us in the future," he said haltingly. "I can't imagine it. I have wanted women, to be sure. Desired them. I've needed them, even. But I have never loved them. But when I see myself through your eyes, I see that I do. I do love you, don't I?" His wondrous blue eyes searched mine, completely guileless and looking for answers. I nodded once in answer. "Can you show me? Can you show me how I love you?"

I smiled a tiny smile at him and closed my eyes. I hadn't planned on showing him this, but since he'd asked, I would give him the best example I could.

I opened my eyes and immediately panicked. I was buried in the ground and had no idea how or why. I instinctively clawed my way upward, toward the surface. My hands finally broke through and I heaved myself upward, gasping for air. I felt a strange sensation as I gulped in the oxygen and that's when I saw him. Eric was crouched a few feet from where I was and he looked completely unlike himself. His eyes were wide, his face streaked with filth. Clumps of dirt stuck in his beautiful blind hair, which was currently in a snarl. His knuckles were white, hands clenched around his knees. Just as I was about to speak, I realized what he'd done. It hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Eric, I- I can't," I spluttered, not sure of what to say. My throat closed up a little and I choked back a sudden sob. "Why would you do this to me?" He was grabbing my arms in an instant. Before I knew what was happening, he'd extracted me fully from my grave and stood me up to face him.

"Sookie, I know this is not what you wanted," he began. I couldn't speak, I just stared up at him. His eyes darted around my face and I realized that he was nervous. Had I not been in such a turmoil, I may have found that amusing. Eric Northman, dread master vampire, was nervous of me. "We were in an accident, you were dying," as he said the words, I remembered. The truck had come out of nowhere, obliterating my tiny car. I distinctly remembered Eric's arm shooting out to brace me and then a terrific pain in the side of my head as it collided with the doorframe.

"That's what humans do, Eric," I answered him in a tiny voice. His hand came up to cradle my face, tilting my chin up. When I looked into his eyes, I was startled to see them brimming red.

"Sookie, I cannot exist without you. I will not. I realized that when I watched your light fading," he was working to control his voice. "When I heard your heart failing, I reacted. I could not help myself." I felt my own eyes begin to well up looking at him. It was as if all of his years had etched themselves onto his face at that moment and I couldn't stop myself from reaching up to touch his cheek. His eyes closed as my skin met his and a thick red tear rolled down the side of his nose.

"Eric," I whispered, heartbroken at seeing him weep. Without opening his eyes, he spoke.

"Pride can stand a thousand trials, the strong will never fall. But holding you in my arms, watching you die, knowing I would lose you forever," he opened his eyes now, staring into mine. "Thinking of watching the stars without you, my soul cried." His voice broke and I leaned forward, my lips crashing into his.

When I opened my eyes, I wasn't surprised to feel the moisture in them. I was surprised, though, to see that Eric was blinking a little rapidly. He recovered himself quickly, clearing his throat.

"This is all so strange," he mused. "Wonderful, but strange." I nodded in agreement. We were silent for a moment and then suddenly he was on his knees in front of me, his face level with mine. I was surprised but hid it well. He leaned in toward my face and I felt electric waves travel down my arms as my skin came alive. He never took his eyes from mine as he inched closer. I felt my heart leap into my throat and hitched in a tiny breath. I didn't know whether to stop him or close the distance myself; I had no idea what I wanted. A moment later, his lips met mine and I didn't need to wonder anymore.

He kissed me softly, his fingertips barely touching my chin. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the innocence of his kiss. I felt like I was home as my lips moved against his automatically, knowing the terrain well. He leaned forward a fraction, his head nudging mine so that I leaned back a bit. He slid his hand from my chin to my shoulder, his thumb gently tracing the hollow of my throat. I felt goosebumps fan out from the spot and reached forward, flattening my palms against his chest. I wasn't sure if what I was doing was wrong; could it be? It felt seriously right but would future Eric understand? Was future Eric even there anymore? Was I changing the future by being here? I was suddenly overwhelmed again and pulled away from him.

"Eric, I don't know if this is right," I sounded confused. Although my brain was undecided, my lady parts were perfectly certain that it was A-OK by them. He slowly stood and pulled his chair closer to mine, so he could sit facing me directly.

"I can't begin to understand the emotions you have being here," he told me and I'm not gonna lie; I was a little shocked that he didn't instantly try to persuade me. "I want to help you, I want you to be where you belong. Whether that's with me in the future, or with us now. I will do whatever I can to help you solve this," he told me. I bit my lip, nodding at him in thanks. "I do feel that you should bond with Godric, if it is agreeable to you. He is my Maker and, by extension, a part of you as well. He will undoubtedly be an asset to you in this, and bonding will only strengthen his abilities."

I took a moment to absorb what he'd said. I knew it was true, but I was still torn. I already had been feeling an attraction to Godric without a bond. I didn't even want to think about what would happen with one. After all, I'd vowed only a few short hours before that I would not sleep with Eric and there I was making out with him, not long after we'd bonded. I thought furiously for a few moments, really wanting to justify myself. I guessed it wasn't necessarily wrong. I mean, it was Eric after all. True, he wasn't my Eric, but he would be. Right? Oh this was a nice thorny patch I'd landed in. I couldn't say it was completely wrong, but I couldn't say it was completely right either. And I had no idea what to even begin to say on my attraction to Godric. I thought over Eric's words, realizing that Godric sort of was a part of me, after all. Maybe that's why I was feeling attracted to him now? Not for the first time, I missed Gran like crazy. What I wouldn't give to be able to talk this out with her. Even though she wouldn't be able to relate, being a human and all, she would be able to hash it out and give me good, honest advice. I sighed heavily, determined not to let the grief get me right then.

"I guess that makes sense," I answered Eric finally. I studied his face closely, trying to determine what he was thinking. I would have dropped my guards but it would only have perturbed me to hear but not understand the Swedish thoughts in his mind. "I don't want to be unfaithful to you," I blurted without thinking and again thanked my lucky stars vampires couldn't blush. About a split second later, I realized he would feel my embarrassment with or without blood rushing to my face and cursed the bond for the first of what I was sure would be many, many times. He gathered my hands into his own and held them lightly, looking into my eyes.

"Godric would not make advances if you did not welcome them," he responded. Me not welcoming them was so not the issue and I opened my mouth to say as much when he spoke again. "And if you did welcome them, being with Godric would not be an infidelity to me. I love Godric, very much. He is my Maker, my brother," he said, his brow furrowing as he tried to find the right words. "He is a part of me, and I him. Sharing your love with him is natural, would you not agree?"

"I'm not," I started but found myself confused. My attraction to both Eric and Godric had just sort of happened, so I guess you could say it was natural. Hearing Eric explain it that way, it certainly made sense, but again I had to remind myself that this wasn't my Eric talking. I tried to determine what my Eric would say, 500 years down the line. My first thought was a scathing rebuke but then I thought again.

I remembered the adoration and respect he had for Godric and suddenly realized that perhaps he would think it was natural. Obviously at the time I'd met Godric, I hadn't been Eric's and even if I had been, that was no time to discuss anything like this. I switched back to my current situation and couldn't deny that a bond with Godric would help me, especially given his gift of intuition. My head was spinning and I would have killed for a cup of coffee. And the ability to drink it. Little things like the occasional coffee jones and my lack of a tan sometimes irritated me to no end.

"Do vampires not nest in your time?" he prompted, genuinely curious. I immediately thought of Malcom and his nest and suppressed a shudder. Then I thought of Godric's future nest, and the harmony there. Well, other than crazy Stan. Sophie Anne and her strange little family also entered my mind. While I hadn't been the biggest fans of Andre and the Berts, there was no denying the love between them all. It suddenly dawned on me that if I ended up being here for any stretch of time, that's exactly what the three of us would be. A nest.

"They do," I answered. "This is just very sudden," I said, yearning for that coffee again. "I don't really know what to think."

"I cannot tell you what to do and neither can I speak for the man I will become," he said in a low voice. "Though I can't imagine I will change a great deal as I am essentially the same as I was when Godric found me," here he had the grace to give me a little grin, which I couldn't help returning. "And if that's the case, I hereby give you my full permission to behave as wantonly as you desire with me now."

Somehow he managed to keep a straight face and I wouldn't have been surprised if he'd held his right hand up and said 'Scouts honor.' I rolled my eyes but couldn't help laughing at him. He gave me another one of those sunshine smiles and just then, we heard Godric accessing the tunnel. I took a deep breath, unnecessary though it was, and made my decision.

I would bond with Godric.

Disclaimer: Part of 'Memory Eric's' lines are out of my favorite song ever, 'Kissing You' by Des'ree. If you haven't heard it, you really should go listen. So effin' good. And it's exactly what I hear in my head when I picture the car accident scene when he turned her. I hope you guys liked it but I'll never know if you don't tell me .. Hint, hint (heh). Thanks for reading!