A/N: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed/alerted/favorite me and my story. I really truly appreciate you all taking your precious time to read my silly little story. Readers are my motivation, so thanks a lot…

Previously…

I fully intended to contact Dr. Ludwig and have her examined. In the meantime, I took the opportunity to look around her property for any clues as to why Sookie seemed to not know me. The first thing I noticed was the immense smell of magic. Magic can be a difficult scent to discern. Knowing that Sookie herself possessed fairy magic, but also knowing that the scent I was picking up did not smell like fairy magic. This was human magic…sorcery even. Had someone cast a spell on Sookie?

I pulled out my cell and called Pam. I knew that Sookie had spent the majority of her night at Fangtasia, so I wanted Pam to scour the security tapes to see if there were any clues we could pick up and I needed to find out more about this accident that my lover was involved in.

I had some work cut out for me and I needed my area investigator to help since he seemed to know about these witches that had come into town.

Chapter 21 – SPOV

I barely slept at all, there was just way too much on my mind. The mysterious man at my door last night, but what mainly kept me up was the immense worry I felt for Jase. I had a bad bad feeling that we wouldn't be able to find him, but Sam assured me that he had some leads and a friend to help us out. That gave me some hope, and hope was all I could cling to at the moment.

I not so patiently waited for Sam to show up with his friend. I couldn't eat or drink a darn thing until I knew Jase was safe. It was only 6 AM, but I was pacing the living room like a deranged woman. I probably wore a few wear patterns into the wooden floor.

It was maddening to sit around doing nothing while Jase was missing. Was he dead? Alive? Being tortured? Being eaten? A million different scenarios ran through my head and none of them ended with Jason sitting on the beach sipping margaritas.

Finally at 7 AM, Sam rang the doorbell. Standing behind him on my porch was one of the largest men I have ever seen in my life. He was about 6'5 built like a professional wrestler and was bald as the day he was born. I was immediately taken by his imposing figure. He had these intriguing deep purple eyes that seemed so otherworldly. He was definitely a sight to behold.

"Mornin' Sook. This is my friend John Quinn." Sam said bringing me out of my awestruck trance at the giant of a man that Sam had brought along with him.

"Uh. Morning Sam, John." I said picking up my jaw from the porch. There was something about Mr. John Quinn that I just couldn't understand. He exuded power and strength, but I couldn't hear him. All I could do as sense feelings and emotions, and what I was gathering both from his feelings and the way he was looking at me, I could gather that he was equally intrigued by me as I was him.

"Quinn. Everyone calls me Quinn." He said. His voice was deep and incredibly sexy. I immediately felt guilty for lusting after him when I should be out searching for Jase.

"Well then Quinn, call me Sookie." I said in a more flirtatious voice than I probably should have.

Quinn nodded and I walked back inside to grab a lightweight jacket and my house keys. We all piled into Sam's old Bronco and we took off.

"Where are we going?" I asked Sam nervously.

"Hot Shot." Sam replied. He was being awfully quiet and I wasn't exactly sure what that was about.

"Oookay." I said dragging out the "o" while secretly asking why Sam was acting so strangely this morning.

There was some tension in the car, but thankfully Quinn picked up on it and decided to break the awkwardness.

"So Sookie, Hot Shot werepanthers are a different group of people. They have isolated themselves from the rest of the world for decades." Quinn said in a very business-like manner which I greatly appreciated.

"They are inbreeds and have no education, hygiene, or awareness of the outside world and its morays and customs." He continued. Everyone in Bon Temps knew that hot Shot was a freak show, their family trees looked more like wreathes, the family that lays together stays together, et cetera.

"Everyone in Bon Temps knows they sell meth too." I added for good measure, just in case the bald hottie didn't know that.

"Great. These freaks should be ashamed to call themselves Weres. When we get there, Sookie, I don't want you to go charging in or doing something that will get yourself injured or worse. Stay behind me and let me do the talking." Quinn said firmly from the backseat. I couldn't see his face, but his tone told me he was serious. I started to wonder if he was some kind of Were leader or something. He just seemed so authoritative.

"Uh Ok." I said, Sam just looked over at me with a shocked expression. He didn't say anything, but I knew what he was thinking.

The rest of the ride was quiet, I think we were all contemplating what kind of cluster fuck we were about to drive right into.

When we arrived, I was quite shocked to see the living conditions of what I now call the Were panther camp. This was not a neighborhood, or a community. It looked like a shanty town or Hooverville or some other great depression era homeless camp.

It looked deserted and there were only a couple of cars lingering around the camp. Sam shut off the engine, but none of us made a move to leave the car. I think we were all shocked at the scene before us.

I was the first to jump out of the car and Quinn jumped out right after me and immediately ran in front of me in a protective way. I was never one to be the damsel in distress type, but looking around me, I really appreciated Quinn's protection.

"Where should we start?" I asked to no one in particular. I noticed both Quinn and Sam sniffing the air. Sam lead the way and I followed him with Quinn bringing up the rear.

Sam walked towards this shanty with a patched aluminum roof covered by blue tarps.

"They are in there." Sam whispered and pointed to the shanty. I reached out with my telepathy and I could sense the minds of about 6 Weres.

"There are six of them. One of them is mightily pissed off too." I whispered back. Quinn looked at me in complete awe, but he didn't say anything. I guess Sam didn't tell him about my little quirk.

Sam nodded and we all proceeded to walk towards the… I guess you could say it was a door.

Quinn immediately got in front of me as Sam kicked in the door. As soon as the door came crashing in, I heard some girls scream and I also heard the sound of a shotgun being pumped.

My heart pounded and my stomach lurched into my throat. Quinn pushed me backwards away from the shanty.

"Go to the car Sookie… NOW!" Quinn yelled. I wanted to tell him hell no, but the sound of his voice told me that he wasn't playing around. I did exactly as he told me to do.

I jumped in the driver's seat, in case I needed to make a hasty getaway. From the car I had a good vantage point of the action. Sam shifted into a freaking lion! And Holy Effing mother of baby Jesus! Quinn shifted into a Bengal tiger!

I held my breathe for god knows how long, but the blur of action before my eyes told me I needed to breathe before I passed the hell out.

Quinn was ripping someone apart limb from limb. It was gruesomely horrifying. Sam was roaring at two people who had just shifted into their panther forms. There were 3 girls that just ran away in their human forms. They looked like teenagers, so I thought that maybe they couldn't shift yet.

Sam turned had leapt at one of the panthers aiming his enormous teeth at their throats. The walls of the shanty were going to collapse and I hoped that the fighting would stop before the whole thing collapsed on top of them.

I could tell that the Werepanthers were no match for Quinn's tiger and Sam's lion forms. They were a badass pair.

It all happened so fast and I couldn't see everything that was happening, but the fighting seemed to be over.

I debated on getting out of the car and running back to the shanty, but I decided that I would be better off right where I was.

The first person to emerge from the shanty was Sam. He was naked as jaybird and his hair was disheveled. He had blood all over his body and a few scrapes and scratches, but overall he looked unharmed.

Quinn came out soon after and he was carrying Jason in his arms. Jason's body was limp and I started crying immediately fearing the worse.

I jumped out of the car and ran towards Quinn.

"He's alive, Sookie, but he needs a doctor." Quinn said a little breathlessly. Quinn also needed a doctor by the looks of him. His neck was bleeding profusely and he had a major gash on his left forearm.

Quinn put Jason in the backseat of the Bronco and I hopped in right next to him.

Quinn and Sam both got in and we left Hot Shot. I wanted to call Dr. Ludwig, but I wasn't sure how to get a hold of her.

Come to think of it, I wasn't sure how I even knew Dr. Ludwig, but I knew that she had treated me for something. Damn these memory problems were starting to piss me off. Maybe I needed to see her too?

When we got to my house, Quinn picked Jason up and carried him into the house.

"You're injured." I said quietly to Quinn. I wasn't asking either.

"I'll heal in a little while."Quinn said flatly.

"Where is your phone?" he inquired and I pointed to the kitchen. I heard him calling Dr. Ludwig.

I went to the hall closet and grabbed some clothes for Sam, but seriously doubted I would have anything to fit Quinn. I managed to find some sweat pants that I thought Quinn could possible fit.

I grabbed a towel and made my way back to the guys. I passed out the clothes and made my way to Jason, who looked really really bad.

He was unconscious and he had bite marks all over his body. They were really deep and covered by mud. He felt like a million degrees and I knew he had an infection and his body was fighting it.

I cleaned off what I could, but he would need a hot bath and some anti-septic.

"Thank you." I whispered to Quinn and Sam, wiping away my silent tears. I would be forever thankful to both of them for saving my brother's life. And I had no doubt at all that they had saved him. A few more days in his condition and he wouldn't have made it.

Before long, Dr. Ludwig knocked on the door, and I went to answer it.

"You smell like magic little girl." Dr. Ludwig said. I looked at her with pure confusion written on my face. "I can tell you right now, I can't heal you. You need a witch or someone who has magic in them like…well yourself." She finished her impromptu diagnosis of me.

"I, uh, I'm not the patient." I said slowly and I tried to decipher what it was exactly that she had just said to me. I knew I was a fairy and I knew that I could perform magic, but why would I need it done to me?

I pointed towards the living room and escorted her towards Jason.

"What happened to him?" She asked no one in particular.

Quinn stepped in to explain that he had been abducted by Werepanthers and they bit him for some unknown reason. He theorized that they were torturing him, and Sam added that it was probably payback for him trying to mess around with the now deceased Crystal.

Quinn and Sam pretty much decimated the Werepanthers with the exception of the women who were able to get away.

"He'll be fine. I'm going to give him some antibiotics and suture his wounds. He's going to need a hot bath and some wound care, but he'll make it." She explained as she waved some smelling salts in front of his nose.

No sooner that she did that, did Jason start to rouse from unconsciousness. As soon as his eyes began to flutter open, I ran to him gripping his hand.

"Jason, you're okay. We got you." I said softly.

"Sook?" He said groggily.

"I'm here Jase. Sam and Quinn found you, they got you out of that hell hole." I explained.

He looked around in confusion trying to make sure that it was real.

"Why did they kidnap you?" I asked. I wanted to get some answers, but I didn't want to push him either.

"They said I was gonna be their ghost daddy or some shit like that. They said I was gonna be a Werepanther. Am I gonna be a Were panther?" he asked in a panic.

I wanted to say no, but truth be told, I had no idea if he was or not. Quinn quickly piped up and explained.

"No, You can only be a Were if you are the first born from both Were parents. You can't be bitten. You will not be a Werepanther, Jason." Quinn said matter of factly. I was so thankful for Sam bringing in Quinn. He was a godsend to me in that very moment.

I looked at Quinn and mouthed a Thank you and smiled. He returned my smile, and I blushed a little.

"Sook, I need to get to the bar and get it ready to open." Sam said. I secretly and selfishly wanted him to stay, but I knew he couldn't.

"Okay, Sam. Thank you for everything." I said and walked him out giving him a big bear hig before he left.

Quinn stayed and I was glad because I didn't know if I could handle Jason alone.

Dr. Ludwig finished patching him up and gave up follow up instructions, telling us that the stiches were dissolvable so he wouldn't need to have them removed. She also gave me some ointment and gauze and told me how to clean the wounds.

Jason said he was going to go shower and I decided to make he and Quinn some food. After we all ate, Jason went into the guestroom to go rest and heal.

"I guess I'll go." Quinn stated with a slight hint of disappointment in his voice.

"Stay for dinner?" I asked not wanting him to leave yet. There was something about him that drew me in and I was hoping to get to know him better. I already saw him naked,, and believe me I was impressed.

"You sure?" He said as if he were surprised by my invitation.

"Absolutely. I owe you much more than dinner; you saved my brother's life." I said smiling like a loon.

"You don't owe me anything Sookie, but if I would really like to stay and get to know you. You are a very intriguing person Sookie Stackhouse." I knew he was talking about my weird ability to count bodies that were out of sight.

"Can I ask you something?" he said apprehensively.

"You can." I replied coyly.

"How did you know how many people were in that shack without seeing them?" he asked.

"X-ray vision of course." I said playfully.

"Seriously?" He said with his mouth gaped open and eyes bulging from their sockets.

"No, not really. I'm a telepath." I said nervously. I wasn't sure if that would scare him any less than my little X-ray vision joke.

"Seriously?" he repeated.

"Yep, seriously." I replied.

"So you could hear them? Can you hear me?" he asked. People always wanted to know if I could hear them. I guessed that people would get a little possessive of their deep dark thoughts. Rightfully so too, most people had some serious skeletons.

I laughed lightly. "I can't exactly hear Were's thoughts, but I can sense their brains signatures and I can sense their overall moods." I explained. Quinn looked amazed as I explained.

"That is freaking amazing!" Quinn said unexpectedly. I was grateful for his reaction. I had always been a little self-conscious about the way people perceived my quirk.

Quinn and I sat and talked for quite some time after that revelation until I heard his stomach grumble. I immediately got up to fix us some dinner. It was getting quite late as the sun had already set.

I didn't even notice what time it was, but Quinn and I must have spoken for hours.

Just as I was about to get the skillet out of the cupboard, I heard a knock at the door. I went to answer it, but Quinn had beat me to it.

As the door swung open, I heard, "What the fuck is going on here?" I glanced at the door to see none other than my late night caller from last night.

TBC…

A/N: I have to admit that I am totally not a Quinn fan, but he serves a purpose here. Yup the green monster.

Also, Sookie has the ability to remove the spell that has been cast upon her, but she doesn't realize that she is cursed so she can't fix a problem she doesn't know exists.

Next chapter includes one pissed off Viking, an ignorant fairy, and a captivated Weretiger.