Sawyer turned and shoved the gun using her ability. She screamed when the bullet went through the back of her shoulder and exited through the front. She turned and watched as Terry tackled Finn knocking the gun away from him. She pushed herself out of the booth and watched as Finn got the upper hand on Terry. She focused her mind on the gun and watched as it rose in the air. She pointed it at Finn then moved it so it was right against his temple. He stopped mid punch and looked up at her.

"You wouldn't," he said seeing the blood flow from her bullet wound.

"You'd be surprised. I killed Griffin, Finn. I popped his head clean off. Shooting you would definitely be cleaner," Sawyer said pulling back the hammer on the gun with her mind. She felt the pain and ache of her shoulder but sh eknew she needed to get rid of Finn before she gave herself over to the pain.

Finn pushed himself off of Terry and climbed to his feet. He backed away the gun turning in the air and facing him. He stopped when he reached the door. He looked at Sawyer. He took a step forward and the gun went off at his feet. He jumped and looked at her.

"I am not the same girl I was then, Finn. You better remember that next time you and your friends try to mess with me. I will kill you," she said firmly.

"Northman is still going to burn and then you'll be all alone," Finn said.

Tara grabbed an empty bottle of beer and hurled it at his head. It smashed and he turned to look at her, "She's never going to be alone because we are her family, mother fucker."

"Then you can die with her."

Sawyer watched as he left the bar. She collapsed on the floor. She turned when she saw Terry at her side looking at the bullet wound. Lafayette ran to her side as well. Terry grabbed the bandanna from around Lafayette's head and wrapped it around Sawyer's shoulder tying it tightly. She moaned then grabbed Lafayette's hand.

"I need your phone," she said.

"You need a hospital," he answered.

"I need your phone. You heard him, I need to help Eric."

"Tell me what to do."

Sawyer watched as Lafayette pulled out his phone. She nodded. She closed her eyes and started to explain what to do. She was in pain but she wasn't going to let Eric die. She had bought this problem on all of them she could make damn sure everyone survived.

Eric leaned against the bar and had already picked out which men were the ones he wanted. He pulled out his phone when he heard it beep indicating a text message. He flipped it open and saw Lafayette's number. He frowned the read the message; Cops headed there. Finn was at merlotte's. Sawyer hurt. Eric felt himself grow cold inside. He read the message again then dialled the number. He looked around and turned his back on everyone as the phone rang.

"Hello," Lafayette said.

"Put Sawyer on," he demanded.

"Hold on," he heard what sounded like a car driving on a gravel road then a soft moan he knew belonged to Sawyer, "Hey, babe," he heard her say.

"Vacker, what happened?"

"Finn stopped by Merlotte's after I finished dinner. He then decided it would be fun to shoot me. Listen, Eric Lafayette called the cops and lied about something going down at Fangtasia. Finn sent... He sent men there to burn it down."

"I know, I smelt them. How bad is the wound?"

"Well... Let's just say that red is my colour right now."

"Dammit, Sawyer. I will be there soon. Where are you going?"

"Lafayette's. Just be careful and wait until the cops get there so that everyone gets out safe."

"They are not my priority, you are."

"And my priority is making you more human," Sawyer whispered to him in French.

"It's a lost cause," he answered her in French.

"I don't think so."

He heard her hang up. He flipped his phone closed and rested his head against his hands. He closed his eyes and just stayed that way waiting. About ten minutes later, he heard the door bust open and the police arrive. He turned and watched as the men he had his eyes on left. He sighed and walked over to the cops knowing he would have to answer some questions being the owner and all. He hoped Sawyer could hang on until he got there.

Sawyer laid back on Lafayette's couch. She rested her head on the arm and watched as he came back into the room with a towel. He wrapped it around her shoulder and pressed on it tight. She looked in his eyes and knew that he was worried sick about her.

"I have some V you can take. It might heal you," he said.

"What? Why do you have V?" she asked.

"You don't need to know that. You don't want to know, hooker."

"Yes, I do."

"No, yous don't."

"Dammit Lafayette, you know selling that shit will get your ass in trouble with the vampires. Eric is the sheriff and..." Sawyer trailed off when she saw the look on her friend's face. The minute she had mentioned Eric, Lafayette had rolled his eyes. She knew that something was up, "Eric knows doesn't he?" she whispered.

"Right now is not the time to be asking what Eric knows and doesn't know. You needs to relax and just focus on not dying," Lafayette answered. He really didn't want to be the one to tell Sawyer what Eric was doing. She would find out for herself soon enough.

"Don't do that. Do not treat me like I am a child. He knows you're selling it, doesn't it?"

"Mother fucker doesn't only know, he ordered me to do it. I was done with selling V and the fucker pulled me back in."

Sawyer laid there and closed her eyes. She had really wanted to believe that there was good in Eric. She had wanted to believe that what everyone said behind her back was just a bunch of lies. Now she knew they weren't. Eric had forced Lafayette to sell V again. She turned when she heard the door bang open. She saw Eric standing there looking at her. She turned away not wanting to see the worry in his eyes. She looked at Lafayette when Eric walked over and took her hand in his. Lafayette nodded and quietly left the room.

"How did this happen?" Eric asked looking up at her.

"He had the gun pointed at my head. I used my ability to move it and I turned but it still got me. It went thru though. And it hurts like a mother," Sawyer answered moving over and letting Eric sit beside her body on the couch.

"Why is it that it seems I cannot leave you alone for one night without you getting into trouble?"

Eric bit his wrist and placed it against Sawyer's mouth. She drank his blood but he knew that there was something going on with her. She wouldn't meet his eyes and she seemed reluctant to touch him. He pulled his arm away and wiped the blood from her mouth. He watched as she laid back on the couch and closed her eyes. He reached out and stroked her hair.

"What is wrong?" he asked.

"I got shot, what do you think is wrong?" Sawyer answered.

"No, there is something more going on here, Sawyer. Tell me what it is."

Sawyer opened her eyes and looked at Eric. She knew that he wasn't going to like what she had to say but she needed to say it. She wanted him to understand why he couldn't just push Lafayette into selling V. That it wasn't right and he needed to stop. She wouldn't stand by and let him bully her friends; no matter how much she loved him.

"Why are you making Lafayette sell V?" she asked softly.

"That is none of your concern," Eric answered firmly.

"Bullshit. He is my friend and you are my... I want to know why you are making him do this when he doesn't want to."

"He owes me for saving his life," Eric responded not missing the fact that Sawyer hadn't said what he was to her; what position that she thought he should have her in her life.

"You owe him for keeping him chained down in the basement for three goddamn weeks! I am pretty sure that makes you even."

"This has nothing to do with you, Sawyer. It is sheriff business and has nothing to do with you."

"It has everything to do with me! I care about both of you and I want you two to get along and I want to feel like I am not stuck in the middle here! But most of all I want you to be the person I know you can be."

"And who is that?"

"The person you are with me. You are kind and caring with me but with everyone else you are a complete asshole. Why can't you be kind all the time?"

"Because I am the sheriff of Area 5 and sometimes, most of the time that means making decisions that aren't kind and caring. Decisions that... Would scare you," Eric answered looking into her eyes.

"Don't make Lafayette sell V anymore. Please, for me," Sawyer asked softly.

"I can't. Vacker, I am-."

"Don't. Don't make excuses, Eric. Just... Leave."

"I am not going to leave until I know you are alright. You are-."

"I am not yours, Eric. I don't want to be yours, now get out."

Lafayette watched as Sawyer turned away from Eric. He hated Eric but he couldn't help but feel sorry for the man at the moment. He saw the look on Eric's face and knew that look very well. He had seen the same look of hurt on his own face. He watched as Eric leaned down and kissed Sawyer softly on the head. The vampire then stood up and in a blink of the eye he was gone the door was left wide open. Lafayette walked over to Sawyer and heard her start to sob.

"Hooker, you didn't have to do that for me," he told her softly.

"I didn't do it for you, I did it for me. I just... I thought he was it, you know," Sawyer cried.

"I think he is. You love him."

"I wish I didn't."

"No, you don't."

Sawyer closed her eyes and let more tears fall. She knew that Lafayette was right. She heard him get up and walk away. She rested her hand on her stomach and wished that she knew what she was doing. She wanted to be with Eric but she couldn't deal with how he acted. She now knew she wanted to keep these babies but she had no idea how she was going to make that work. She was living with Sookie and she didn't want to impose on her friend anymore then she had too. She pushed all those thoughts aside and just thought about falling asleep. She could try and figure everything else out in the morning.

Sam cleaned Sawyer's blood from the floor telling himself that it was damn lucky Merlotte's was the only bar around Bon Temps. He jumped when he saw a pair of shoes beside him. He looked up and saw that they belonged to Eric Northman. Sam stood up and tossed the rag in the bucket. He looked at the vampire and wondered what he was doing here.

"Sawyer isn't here," Sam said.

"I know. I just came from seeing her. I need you to give her something," Eric said pulling an envelope out of his pocket.

"Why don't you just give it to her the next time you see her?"

Eric watched as Sam grabbed the bucket and walked to the back. He stood there and looked down at the stain on the floor of his lover's blood. He just looked at it and wondered how it was she had stayed so calm after getting shot. He wanted to know why it was that she hadn't gotten scared. He got the sinking feeling that it was because she had wanted to keep it from him that she had been scared. He thought back to the words she had told him just minutes before. He knew that she wanted him to be someone who cared about others; she wanted him to be like Bill. But he couldn't. That just wasn't who he was and he couldn't become that person overnight. He would have been willing to try but she was done. He should have known that it would end like this. It always did no matter how much you loved someone they always left you. He looked back up when Sam walked back into the room.

"I will not be seeing Sawyer for a while and I know that you care about her. Give her this," Eric said handing the envelope to him, "next time you see her."

"I guess I can do that but she really would-," Sam stopped talking when he realized that he was talking to the air. Eric had left. Sam shoved the envelope on his pocket and realized that it felt like there were keys in it. He shrugged and went back to trying to clean the stain on the floor.

Pam paced Fangtasia waiting for Eric to come back. She knew he had gone to check on Sawyer and that he probably wouldn't be back before close to dawn but she had some things she wanted to speak to him about. She stopped when her cell phone rang. She went over and answered it.

"Hello," she said.

"Pam, I will not be coming to the club for the next little while. I am placing you in charge," Eric said.

"Eric, why?"

"I just need time to myself."

"Where are you?"

"My apartment."

Pam frowned. Eric seldom went to the apartment. She loved the chic, modern loft but Eric hated it and only used it to impress business associates or to do sheriff business. Otherwise he spent most of his time at Fangtasia while the apartment collected dust. She knew that if he was there that something had happened.

"Why are you there?" she asked.

"Pam, must you really ask so many questions?"

"Eric, I am just trying to understand."

"I just need time away from everything. I will call you again."

Pam looked at the phone when she heard Eric hang up. She sighed and flipped her phone shut. She had no doubt that this was all about a certain human named Sawyer. She walked to the back to talk to Chow. She could handle running Fangtasia. She just hoped that Eric would come back around to being himself soon. She missed the old Eric; he was more fun and less emo like Bill.