Sawyer climbed out of the Jeep grateful that Alcide had driven her back home. She slammed the door and walked up to her house. She heard Alcide following her and wanted to tell him to go to hell and get lost. She didn't need to be babysat; especially not by someone who was being paid by Eric. She knew however, that Eric had chosen Alcide for a reason. If she wouldn't let him in the house, he would probably find a place in the shade and sit down to watch her home from a far. She pulled open the door and walked in the house kicking off her flats by the door. She sighed when she saw that once again Eric hadn't placed the keys to the house in the right place. She took them from corner of the side table and tossed them in the decorative blue bowl she had chosen specifically for the purpose of holding the household keys and mail. She turned and looked at Alcide standing in the doorway not sure to follow her or not.

"You can come in. Kitchen is that way, feel free to cook yourself something to eat," she answered smiling at him.

"What are you going to do?" Alcide asked closing the door behind him.

"Take a long bath and hope that when I come out that this was all some horrible dream."

"I don't want to dash your hopes or nothing but, this isn't a dream."

Sawyer sighed, "Yeah, I was afraid of that."

Alcide smiled at Sawyer as she slowly climbed the stairs. She was something else alright. And she was a breath of fresh air after all the drama that had been his relationship with Debbie. He walked down the hall and into the kitchen. He would make something for both of them to eat. Eric was paying him to watch over Sawyer and he would make sure that Sawyer would eat and be safe. Now that he had met Sawyer, he realized he was doing this for her as well. She needed someone to watch over and stop her from making crazy decisions. She needed someone to tell her how lucky she was to have so many people who loved her and were willing to help her though this. Maybe if Eric had taken that approach instead of chaining her to the wall, then Alcide wouldn't have been here and Sawyer might not have called Eric every dirty name in the book on the drive here.

Alcide shook his head and walked over to the fridge. He pulled the door opened and stood there thinking that this fridge was stalked very well despite the fact that a vampire lived in the house. He shook those thoughts aside and tried to think about to make for breakfast as the sun was slowly rising. He looked up at the ceiling and wondered what Sawyer liked and didn't like.

Sawyer rested her head on the back of the tub and closed her eyes. She smiled when she listened to the soft music coming from the boom box on the counter. Eric had been messing with her CDs again. Instead of loud Rock coming from the speakers, it was soft classical music. Then the singer started singing and Sawyer recognized that the language being sung was Swedish. She sighed and really wished that Eric would teach her to speak the language. He was always whispering to the babies in her stomach in Swedish and she just wanted to know what he was saying. He however always just gave her that smile whenever she asked and moved on to talking about something else. She wanted to get angry and yell at him when those moments came but something just held her back. Sitting in the hot water and thinking about it, she realized that the thing that held her back from yelling at Eric at those moments was that it wouldn't do any good. Eric wouldn't listen to her and she would just be wasting her breath.

She sighed and opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling. She loved Eric but he could be without a doubt the most frustrating man she had ever met. She knew that he would never change. He had been this way for a thousand years and had seen no need to change then. There was no way she was going to be able to convince him to change now. She ran her hands over her stomach and thought about the twins growing inside of her. She had seen the way people had looked at her and Eric when they went anywhere public together. Hell, sometimes even in Fangtasia. One of the other vampires or a fang banger would look at Eric with his hand on her stomach and glare at her. It was like she had committed a crime by Eric loving her and wanting to be a father to her children. And worse was how Eric would react like he didn't see the looks or glares or like those people didn't exist.

She climbed out of the bathtub and pulled the plug watching the water drain. She grabbed her robe and towels drying herself off. She walked over to the counter and shut the music off. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw the dark bags under her eyes. She wasn't sleeping well and she knew that Eric knew it. She had tried so many times to hide the fact that she wasn't taking care of herself but she knew that Eric saw it. She tossed the damp towel in the hamper and walked out of the master bath and into the master bedroom. She walked over to the closet and pulled open the double doors. She went over to her side and pulled out a pair of grey sweats from a dresser and a simple racer back tank top. She took off her robe and got dressed.

She walked out of the room and down the stairs thinking about everything Eric and her had said to each other the night before. She hated arguing with Eric but she hated being treated like a child even more. She walked into the kitchen and stopped when she saw the sight in front of her. Alcide had tied Sam up to a kitchen chair and had gagged him. Sawyer had to laugh. Alcide turned around and looked at her. He gave a shrug.

"I didn't know if he was a friend or not," he said looking at Sawyer.

"He's my boss. Please untie him before he fires me," Sawyer said leaning against the wall.

"Alright."

Sam glared at Alcide but didn't do anything or struggled against him as Alcide untied the ropes then finally the gag. Sam stood up and walked away from Alcide and walked over to Sawyer hugging her close. Sawyer hugged him back then pulled away. He saw the bags under her eyes and wondered if she was sleeping well or not. He brushed a hair behind her ear.

"I came to check up on you. Well, alright, Sookie ordered me to check up on you," Sam admitted smiling when Sawyer smiled at him.

"Thanks for the concern but I am fine," Sawyer said sitting at the island and smiling when Alcide placed a plate with waffles on it in front of her.

"I just wanted to see for myself. Could we speak alone?" Sam glared at Alcide. He knew that he needed to tell Sawyer what her brother had said but he didn't want Alcide to over hear it. He didn't want Alcide taking it back to Eric. Sam knew what Eric would do with the information he had; he'd find Finn and kill him. Sam may hate Sawyer's brother but he didn't wish him dead. The bastard was still a human being.

"I'll go and check around the yard. Maybe even mow it for you," Alcide said putting down the flipper in his hand and shutting the stove top off.

"Thanks Alcide, these are great," Sawyer said taking a big bite of the waffles.

"Just eat them all."

Sawyer nodded. She watched as Alcide left out though the back door. She turned and looked at Sam. He looked like he had something important to tell her. She put her fork down and turned her full attention to him. She waited while he collected his thoughts. She rubbed her stomach when the twins kicked. She tried to focus on what Sam was going to tell her and not her stomach growling. She couldn't eat; she was too worried about what Sam had to say.

"Is this about Tara? Is she going to be alright?" Sawyer asked softly.

"She was beat up pretty bad and the doctors are hoping she'll wake up soon. They say the longer she is unconscious the higher the chances that there is some serious problems. Other than that, they aren't saying much," Sam explained.

"It's my fault."

"It isn't your fault."

"Sam, just tell me. It was Finn wasn't it?"

Sam was silent for a moment. He then saw the look on Sawyer's face and knew that she needed the truth from him. He knew he was the only one who could and would tell her the truth about what happened the night before. "Yes, it was your brother."

Sawyer just sat there. She tried to remember the boy her brother had been. He was older than her by mere minutes. She had loved him once and there had been a time when they had been younger when they had gotten along. Sawyer remembered how they had been each other's best friend. She remembered how they had communicated without even saying a word. Now all these years later, they were enemies. Sawyer closed her eyes and let a tear fall. She knew that her brother would kill her if their mother told him too. She was everything he hated and he had become someone she could no longer understand or love. She turned and looked at Sam opening her eyes. She saw pity in his eyes and had to look away.

"He wasn't always this way, you know. There was a time when Finn would have fought to protect me and he was kind and caring," she said softly.

"What happened?" Sam asked reaching out and rubbing Sawyer's shoulder.

"My mother and father happened to him. They twisted and moulded him into what they wanted him to be. And he... He let them. I fought every step of the way. I wasn't going to be the perfect killing machine like they wanted and I paid the price. I'm sorry, Sam, I am the reason that Finn keeps coming back here. I am the reason that he hurt you."

"I would rather it be me than you. And... Finn said to tell you that this is only the beginning. I didn't want to tell you but I figure you have the right to know that he is going to keep coming back after you."

"I know he is. And it's because I love Eric. If I was smart I would just walk away from him and never look back. But... I'm never been that smart."

"Eric is going to go after him."

"I know and the sad part is I won't stop him. I told him I would but now... I am just tired of fighting them. I just want it to be over once and for all."

Sam watched as Sawyer rested her head on her arms. He didn't answer her. He just reached out and rubbed her back. He was sure that all this stress was not good for her or the twins but he didn't say that out loud. He wondered if Eric saw or even cared that Sawyer was slowly spiralling out of control. He frowned at that thought. Eric was supposed to love Sawyer. He wondered once again if vampires were even capable of love. At the moment in Eric's case, he doubted it.

Eric paced his office waiting for his men to call him back. He had set them on Finn's trail and he was hoping for results. He looked up when Pam walked into the room. She hadn't said very much to him since he had seen her at dawn when he had come back to Fangtasia to sleep. He knew that she was not happy that he had chained Sawyer in the basement. In fact she had been the one who had told him that it would blow up in his face; which it had. He really hated it when she was right. Because then she wore a smug look on her face, like the one she wore now. He went over and sat behind his desk and looked at her.

"What?" he asked.

"Have you called Sawyer and let her know what you are planning?" Pam asked walking into the room her pink pumps clicking on the floor.

"I am waiting for her to phone me."

"Good thing you don't breathe because you'd be holding your breath for a long time."

"Thank you for the vote of confidence, Pam."

"What do you expect, Eric? You know Sawyer. She is just as stubborn and pigheaded as you are. Tell me, how would you react if she chained you to the basement wall?"

"I would ask which game we are playing and if you could join."

"Eric," Pam said using the tone that she knew Eric hated.

Eric sighed. He hated it when Pam used that tone with him. It was usually the tone she reserved for her pets when she was trying to get them to listen to her. It annoyed him to think that at the moment she was treating him like one of those little brats. Then again, he guessed that he was acting like a child. He looked at Pam and knew that she wanted to truth. She wanted him to admit to her and to himself that he had acted hastily the night before and that he should have thought though his actions before actually chaining Sawyer to the basement.

"You are right, is that what you want to hear? That you are right and that I shouldn't have chained the woman I love up in the basement like she was criminal?" he demanded.

"It's a place to start. The next step is admitting you are a control freak and that you need help."

Eric rolled his eyes at Pam as she smirked at him. He grabbed the phone when it rang and started speaking Russian right away. He smiled. His men had found Finn and were waiting for him right now. They would make sure that Finn didn't get a chance to leave before Eric got there. Eric hung up and looked at Pam. She waited for him to say something.

"Go stay with Sawyer until I am able to go home," he said.

"Eric, what are you planning?" Pam asked knowing the look that her maker had in his eyes. Finn was a very unlucky man.

"I am planning to keep Sawyer and those babies safe."

Pam sighed when Eric raced out of the office. She sat back and started to think of a cover story for Sawyer. Pam knew that she would ask questions about why Eric had sent her when Alcide was already there. Pam sometimes wished that Sawyer wouldn't ask any questions just sit back and accept Eric's decisions. Then again, Sawyer wouldn't be half as fun if she did. Pam got up and went to grab her purse. She had feeling she was in for a long night.