A/N: So, thank you all so much for the reviews. I apologize for the updates being so out of sorts on all my stories. Though, I write when the will takes me and I have some I don't post that I work on as well. Kinda a lot going at once. But! The reviews for this story and the number of follows and favorites had brought me back to this for now.

The original reason I had left this for so long was my disappointment in the show. I'd read most of the books, so I did understand the changes. The last season and was an utter ruiner for me. I couldn't even bring myself to finish it. But, I did love what it was before this ruining began. So, on that note, I would like to point out that this story does not follow any one point in the show. I guess you could call in and AU. Again, please give any ideas of thoughts on this story. The current idea I'm tossing about is if I should include Pokemon Go. Faelyn is a huge Pokemon fan, and I find such humor in others playing this game.

"Fae!"

I shot up as a pillow bounced off my face. I sat up, hair a mess and yawning. Sook stood angrily over where I lay in my old room. Which happened to be…on the floor. I rubbed at my face and tried to wake up.

"Geez, Fae. You're like the dead when you sleep."

"Meh."

"Up."

"Noooooo," I whine as she grabs my arm and lifts.

"Yes."

I stagger after her with her grasping my arm just below the elbow. She led me into the living room and shoved me down in a chair.

Bill sat after Sook sat. A phone was on the middle of the table, mine.

No cares. I yawn, slouching in the chair to fall back asleep.

"I'm sorry to have to wake you, Faelyn," Bill speaks up.

I groan at his voice, not wanting to have to get up or talk to him. He let me get the sound out before pushing on.

"Eric is demanding you."

"Fuck Eric," I sleepily whine while sitting up a bit.

My hands rubbed at my face to try and wake up better. Sook shoots Bill an apologetic look.

"Eric has called not just your phone, but Sookie's and mine as well."

"Don't care. He knows where I am."

Bill meets Sookie's eyes before drawing my attention to him with movement. My eyes sleepily look to him, mind still foggy.

"Sookie was telling me about your day today."

"Nark," I bite as I let my arms drop between my knees and glower at Sook. "See. Told you you're a nark, Sook."

"I am not a nark, Fae," she counters. "I'm worried."

"Sookie had mentioned you were in trouble of some sort," Bill pushes on, ignoring our arguing. Good man, learns quick. "Perhaps I may be of help?"

I let my head dangle as my weight is on my knees with the slouch. A loud yawn left me again, desperately fighting off sleep and the seething burning in the pit of my stomach.

"Look. It's none of your business," I tiredly snip.

"Hold on," Sook cuts Bill off. "Here, Fae."

Something slid over the table. My hand lashed out at the smell. The PB&J sandwich half was gone in a few bites. I was devouring the sandwich meat and cheeses in a few breaths. Bill looked like he hadn't actually just understood what happened. Sook passes a glass of water as I sat back. I was a bit more awake, stomach appeased for now.

Sook shrugged as Bill looked to her for explanation. "Gosh," I groan and rub at my eyes. "I have got to stop trying to sleep around you, Sook. You always wake me up."

"Perhaps now would be the time to tell us why you have truly come to Bon Temps, Faelyn."

I shot Bill a blank look, "The number of fucks I give for you are non-existent. As such," I had to speak up over Sook's indignant sound. "I would like to remind you that those who do know, need to know. Sook or you knowing help nothing."

"Contrary to what you believe, I may be able to help."

"No," I snap, glaring at him. I was furious as I looked up at him. It could have been a combination of things. Why or what was too far too late. I gripped my head attempting to help with the mounting pressure and the surge of heat in my body. "No you can't help. You couldn't help me in the least!"

"Fae," Sook tries in a soft voice.

I over looked her call, focus on Bill. "Stay out of it!"

I'm not sure when I was on my feet. But I was standing over the table with my hair and baggy shirt fluttering and said table hovering. I pulled back from him with a hiss of anger.

"Faelyn."

My attention shifted, all of our attentions did. Godric stood on the porch at the window that was open. His calm voice called to me through the burning anger and illogical rage.

"Godric?"

I turned, nothing said as I moved out the door to meet him. He offered out a hand. I took it, looking over his face with a questioning look. His other hand slid over my eyes.

"Calm yourself. Eric could feel your anger."

"You're not pulling me back?"

I was shifted against him, moved to sit. He said nothing as he seemed to wait. The burning slowly fell away as his calm seemed to ease me. Only then did he answer.

"Get dressed."

Our eyes were locked, his hands falling away to rest in his lap.

"You will plead your case."

"He knows?"

"He knew from the first night."

"Fae?" Sook asks as she leans out to look at us.

Godric rose, "Miss Stackhouse, please help your cousin change."

My breath trembled as I took a breath to ease the sudden wave of fear. Sook looked worried, but waited until I came to her and went in. Godric waited on the porch. Bill must have stepped out to speak with him. It wasn't long before I was dressed in the spare clothes I had brought that weren't on the blah side. Nothing more than a black fitted top and jeans without holes.

Godric offered out a hand as he nodded his thanks to Sook. "Are you ready?"

"No. Could you just pretend I wasn't here?"

He gave a faint grin, pulling me closer. "Hold on."

I let out a breath of surprise before we were shooting up into the sky. I held on tight, glad Sook had braided my hair. We landed rather gently, given the speed and flying. Fangtasia was closed once again. Godric lead the way, opening the door to allow me in. The couches were occupied again. Chairs had been brought up for more seating. Eric sat on the side of the Queen. Across from them was Thomas and two guards. At the head of the table sat an old looking man in a suit with a cane that was clearly a decorative thing.

Godric gently steered me in with a hand at my lower back. I was stopped at the end of the table, facing the older man. Godric moved to sit beside Eric.

"Ah," the old man speaks up. "This is the human?"

The Queen looks to me, eyeing me over with a hint of pout. "Shame."

"Yes, Magister," Thomas speaks.

The man hums, looking me over as I flick my eyes over the group. I clearly felt awkward as I shifted my weight.

"Mr. Bulshauv says the King of Missouri has claimed you as ward. What say you?"

"Screw that prick," I sneer, eyes locked on the Magister. "He has no claim. I know the laws. Under law, I was ward to Antony Parlini, Sheriff of the St. Louis area. As was my mother before the King had her taken for some twisted collection."

The Magister frowned, displeased by my words or choice of them. The Queen perked. My chin lifted.

"I left before I was taken too, to save my own life. As of this moment, Sheriff Eric Northman has claim of me. Nothing the King claims can change this."

The Magister looks to Eric. "Is this true, Sheriff?"

Eric looks to him, calm. "It is true. She is my human."

Thomas politely lifted his hand to show he wished to speak. "She was verbally refuted such claim before most all in this room."

The Magister looked back to me. "Miss?"

"I am his day secretary. I live in his home. I have his blood. I am claimed."

"Magister, if I may," Eric speaks up again. All eyes turned to him. "Miss Lynwood was raised by a vampire step father and human mother. To her, claimed is a separate thing to what is implied."

"She states she is not your human," Thomas speaks up, tone firm.

"I am no one's human," I huff, arms crossing as I glare at Thomas. "I'm not an object to pass around."

Godric rose, glancing to the Queen as if to request permission. She flapped a hand, interested in how this played out. The Magister looked to him as Thomas and Eric stopped speaking.

"Perhaps it would be best to clear some things up before we continue arguing petty things. The issue is that the King of Missouri wishes to align with Louisiana. In order to align, Missouri requires the return of Miss Lynwood."

He looked to Thomas as if to check. Magister looked to Thomas as well. Thomas nods.

"This would require that Miss Lynwood were in fact human."

"That hardly-"

Thomas was cut off by the Magister lifting a hand to him. His eyes were set to Godric.

"Continue."

"Upon arrival, Miss Lynwood's scent filled the room. Her very presence was noted."

The Magister gave a single nod, looking to me. I was looking to Godric as well. My eyes were focused and brows quirked in confusion. Where was he going with this?

"A number of private things should be noted." He turned to me, smile apologetic.

"Godric?" I whisper out.

"I apologize if you had not wished others to know, Faelyn."

"What are you-"

He turned to look back to the Magister. The Queen was perked up now, eyes looking me over.

"Miss Faelyn Lynwood is not only an employee of my progeny, Eric, but she is claimed by our laws as his human. Though, that cannot apply in her case."

"What?" I may have stupidly blurted that out.

"Miss Faelyn Lynwood has powers that make her a profit and treasured asset of Eric."

"Power you say?" Magister looked to me, as if searching for what he spoke of.

I was glaring angrily at Godric. Don't. Don't you dare! I felt my heart beat speeding up as my eyes narrowed and my anger grew.

"Godric," I hiss out.

"Miss Lynwood is telekinetic."

I lashed out before I knew what I was doing. His reactions were faster. I was twisted and pressed out before him with my wrists behind me in his one hand, knees stinging on the floor.

"To be clear," the Queen speaks up, looking to Godric and the Magister. "She can move things, with her mind?"

I was furious, chest near heaving with my rage. I felt the burning from my center out, mouth so very dry as my teeth ached and eyes stung.

"Yes," Godric speaks to answer her.

Thomas looked to the Magister. "That's hardly anything to stop such an alignment. If anything, it will be far better."

Magister let him finish then looked to the Queen before turning his eyes to Godric.
"I sense that you have more to say."

Godric let me go. I sag forward, focused on controlling my anger.

"If I could speak privately with you, Magister?"

Magister rose, motion Godric to lead. I was left in the room with the others. The Queen turned to Eric.

"Well, you didn't tell me your toy was special. You should have shared."

"I do pardon, your Highness. It had seemed practical to keep it as a private matter."

The Queen purred as she turned to look at me. I jerked, lowering to grasp my head and fight back whatever the burning sensation was.

"Sounds handy," the Queen speaks again. "I can see why the King would want her."

Thomas said nothing. Before the Queen could say more, the doors to the back opened and Godric stepped out with the Magister. I looked up, quickly. I was anxious for Godric to do whatever he did to calm this.

Those soft eyes met my own, hand gently caressing my face as he moved to my side and knelt. His arm pulled me to him, other hand still curved to my face. It guided my sight to his. Our eyes locked.

"The matter is to be resolved at a later date after the Authority has been informed. This meeting is adjourned." The Magister speaks clearly, not sitting as he thumps his cane.

"What?!" Thomas burst up. "This could hardly-"

"Authority?" Eric cuts, looking to the Magister for some information.

"My word is final. Until then, Faelyn Lynwood is to remain in Area 9 of Louisiana under the care of Godric."