Sawyer opened her eyes and looked around Lafayette's house. She sat up and pulled the towel away from her shoulder. She looked down and saw that the wound was completely healed. She raked her hands though her hair and felt like crying. She looked up when Lafayette walked into the room with a cup of coffee. He handed it to her. She smiled and took a long sip.

"I can drop you off at Merlotte's so you can get your Jeep before I go to work. Yous going to be alright?" Lafayette asked seeing the pained look in her eyes.

"I don't know, Lafayette. I don't know if I'll be alright. I just... I have to try."

"I'll tell you the truth, Eric Northman is a bastard with a cold ass heart. If the whore even has a heart; but beside all that crap, when he looked at you last night... I have never seen him look at anyone the way he looked at you."

"Are you trying to talk me into being with him?" Sawyer looked at him shocked.

"Bitch, I love you. Yous family now and I want your ass happy. As much as it pains me, and as much as I know that he is going to fuck it all up, he makes you happy. And I guess that's what I want for you. For you to be happy."

Lafayette watched as Sawyer nodded. He knew that she would take what he had said and think about it. He knew that she would be thinking hard about everything that had happened in her life. He did want her happy and he knew that the person who could do that was Eric. He just wondered how long it would take her to realize it.

Sawyer walked into Merlotte's and didn't even have the chance to push her sunglasses up in her hair before she was pulled into a tight hug by Sookie. She looked at Sam and he shrugged. She sighed and pulled away from Sookie and tried really hard not to look sad in front of her friend. She saw the way that Sookie was watching her and knew that Sam had told her everything.

"Are you alright?" Sookie asked.

"Well, Sook, I'm alive. I could use a shower, some clean clothes but I'm happy I'm still breathing," Sawyer answered.

"Eric healed you, didn't he?"

"Yes, and now I want to ask you to do something for me."

"Anything."

"Please don't mention the name Eric Northman to me ever again."

"What? You can't just ask me something like that without explaining why."

"Yes, I can."

Sookie watched as Sawyer walked over to the bar and Sam handed her a glass of iced tea. Sookie listened and tried to read Sawyer's mind but all she was getting was humming and then Sawyer started to think about the lyrics to the song 'Tainted Love'. Sookie marched over to Sawyer and smacked her on the arm.

"That is not fair," she stated.

"What's not fair?" Sam asked resting his arms on the bar and looking at both girls.

"Sookie is trying to read my mind and get the information she wants," Sawyer said.

"You are my friend, I want to help you," Sookie said.

"I don't need help with this. Eric and I aren't together and that is that. I don't want to talk about it or anything. Can we please just pretend that it never happened?"

Sam looked at Sookie and realized that she was begging him with her eyes to side with her. He looked at Sawyer and saw the look on her face. She looked tired and drained but most of all she looked so sad. He wanted to know what had happened as well but he didn't want to push Sawyer. He knew that she might talk if given time and space but right then the last thing she wanted was to talk about what had happened between her and Eric and Sam was going to respect that.

"I can live with that," Sam said smiling at Sawyer.

"I hate you both," Sookie said walking off.

"Wow, that hurt my feelings," Sawyer said smiling.

"I got some extra clothes in the office you are welcomed to. And I'll let you use the shower in my trailer if you want."

"Sam, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, anything."

"Why does it seem like you always have extra clothes just lying around?"

Sawyer sipped her iced tea and watched as Sam looked anywhere but at her. He then nodded towards the back. She put down her glass and followed him to his office where he shut the door. He leaned against it and she took a seat in his chair. She looked at him and realized that he was struggling with a decision to tell her something. She waited until he made up his mind. He looked up at her and met her eyes. She asked herself again why it was she couldn't have fallen for him; he the complete opposite of Eric and everything she should want. Unfortunally her heart had decided that it wanted Eric.

"I always have extra clothes on hand because... Well, I tend to need them," Sam answered.

"Sam, that isn't an answer," Sawyer said.

"I'm getting to it. I need them because... I'm a shifter. That means-."

"You can change shapes and become other animals," Sawyer finished.

"Yeah," Sam looked at her, "how did you know that?"

"When I was ten my family and I ran into one outside of New York. She was being kept as a pet to a nasty vampire."

"What happened to her?"

"You met my brother, what do you think happened to her?"

Sam was silent. He looked at Sawyer sitting there in her blood stained dress. He went over to the shelves and grabbed the extra pair of jeans and cowboy shirt he had there. He went over and handed them to her. She looked up and him and gave him a smile. She stood up and he hugged her. He knew by the look on her face that she could have used a hug. He held her tight and rubbed her back then pulled away. He brushed the hair from her face and kissed her on the forehead.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up," he told her taking her hand and pulling her out of the office and out the back towards his trailer.

"Sam, thanks for doing all this," Sawyer told him softly.

"Well, someone once told me I was a nice guy."

"You are. In fact, sometimes you are too nice. You need to be a little mean."

"Can't. I was never taught to be mean."

Sawyer smiled and followed Sam into his trailer. She tossed her bag aside and smiled as he pointed out the washroom to her. She walked in there and shut the door behind her. She looked at herself in the mirror and had to look away. She didn't like the person that was reflected in it.

Sawyer braided her hair over her shoulder and looked at herself in the mirror. She laughed a little at how big Sam's shirt was on her. She had left the first three buttons undone but looking at herself she realized that if she left it that way, she would give Sam an eyeful of her breasts. She did up one button and was satisfied. She grabbed her bloodied dress and walked out into the living room. She stood there and smiled. Sam walked over from the kitchen carrying a plate that held a peanut butter and jam sandwich with some chips on the side. He set it on the coffee table and looked at her.

"I thought since you're eating for three, you might be hungry," he said.

"Thanks, I was."

Sawyer walked over to the couch and sat down. Sam took her ruined dress from her and tossed it in the garbage. He turned and saw Sawyer eating the sandwich. He knew that this was the perfect time to give her the envelope that Eric had entrusted to him. He went over to the counter of the kitchen and grabbed it. He walked back and sat beside Sawyer on the couch. He watched as she sat cross legged on his couch eating the sandwich and chips humming to herself. He watched her and began to wonder why everyday couldn't be let this. He saw how beautiful Sawyer was and how much of a great person she was. He knew he could be happy with her; hell he was pretty sure he could make her happy. He then looked at the envelope in his hands and knew that that would never happen. Sawyer loved Eric and he couldn't ask her to push that aside and he wouldn't get in the middle of that. He knew from experience how that would end.

"Sam, you should cook at Merlotte's," Sawyer teased placing her plate on the coffee table.

"Sure, only if I want to go bankrupt," Sam answered.

"Nah, you wouldn't."

"Glad you have faith in me, it's going to help."

"Help with what?"

Sawyer looked at Sam. She watched as he handed her the envelope that he was holding. She took it then looked at him several questions in her eyes. He didn't answer any of them just patted her knee. She ripped open the envelope and pulled out a folded paper and a key ring that held four keys on it. She opened the paper and frowned. It looked like the deed to a house. She looked up and showed the paper to Sam.

"What is this?" she asked softly.

"Well, it looks like the deed to... The old Bellefleur house. You've seen it, it's the one right after Sookie's," Sam said.

"I know but why is it in my name?"

"I guess you'd have to ask Eric that."

"Eric?"

"He gave me the envelope last night. He asked me to give it to you. I didn't know that it was the deed to a house."

Sawyer looked at the deed then looked at the keys in her hand. Tears came to her eyes as she thought about Eric and what he had done for her. She closed her hand around the keys and tried to blink away her tears but it didn't work. They fell down her cheeks and she wiped them away. She let Sam pull her close to him and cried into his shoulder. She held on to him tight and sobbed. Eric had done everything to prove that he cared about her and she had just turned her back on him. She pulled away from Sam after a few minutes and wiped her tears. She stood up and grabbed her bag and walked to the door slipping on her flip flops as she went.

"Sawyer, where-," Sam started.

"I need to see the house. I need to... I just need to see it," she said turning to look at Sam.

"I'll come with you."

"No. I need to do this alone."

"Alright. I'm just a phone call away if you do need me."

Sawyer nodded. She opened the door and left the trailer. She jogged over to the Jeep and pulled open the door. She tossed her bag in and climbed in the driver's seat. She started the vehicle and told herself not to cry. She sped out of the parking lot and down the highway.

Sawyer parked the Jeep in front of the screened in veranda that wrapped around the front of what she saw was an old barn. She shut the Jeep off and climbed out. She turned and looked at the grey car that was also parked in the driveway. She held the keys and deed in her hand and walked up the five steps and opened the screen door. It squeaked but it made her smile. She walked the six feet to the front door and turned the knob. The door was unlocked and she walked in. She stood there and looked around the first room and loved it.

It was a nice size entrance way with a staircase against the wall to her right leading to the second floor. She turned to the left and saw the large living room. She also saw a petite red head measuring the large mantle of the fireplace. The red head turned when she saw her. Sawyer knew right away that this woman had been sent by Eric.

"You must be Sawyer. I am Missy Addison, the interior decorator. And your new best friend," Missy said.

"You're fired," Sawyer said. She didn't want to deal with anyone who was associated with Eric. She wanted a clean slate away from him.

"What?"

"I don't need your help now please get out of my home."

Sawyer watched as Missy grabbed her bag and looked at her then stomped out of the house. Sawyer walked into the living room and looked around the room. It needed work but she could handle it. She felt tears fall down her cheeks. She walked over to the mantle and ran her hand along the soft wood. She leaned against it and started crying. She hugged herself.

"What have I done?" she whispered to the empty house.