Thanks for the reviews, so far so good! I promised a reader I would try to write a Sookie POV and I have - hope I delivered.

Sorry for this coming a little late! Between my 30th and Comic Con, things got a little delayed. Thanks, as always, to Pixiegiggles who really lived up to her name this chapter… there were more "giggle-snorts" in her editing comments than I could count! Hehe ;-)

Sadly, I don't own any of it. I do however own a very well loved copy of The Breakfast Club, (reference to be made clear later in the chapter).

Sookie POV

July 6, 1999

"Oomph!"

I walked right into a brick wall - but there wasn't a wall behind me, right?

Opening my eyes, I realized that my brick wall was actually clad in a dark blue suit jacket, black button down shirt and smelled like lemons and sage. I watched the wall bend down in front of me and come back up with my purse in his hand. I looked up and found myself staring into crystal blue.

I wobbled a little since my damn body wanted to swoon, when a firm, steadying arm wrapped itself around my waist.

He chuckled.

I chuckled back and took a better look at my wall. He was tall, good lord was he tall. He had long blonde hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. His strong features were offset by his dazzling smile, and oh my … was that Mr. Happy saying hello around my hips?

"Thank you Mr. …."

"Eric. Eric Northman. This is my bar you're gracing."

Ahhh, so this was Eric. Slick, but I wasn't buying the line—even if he was drool worthy. I had a long history of falling for the pretty guy and learned my lesson the hard way.

"That's sweet, thanks. I really have to go now, though."

"Oh of course, excuse me," he said, letting my waist go and bowing slightly while holding my purse out for me.

If I hadn't been positive all he wanted was to get into my pants, I would have been flattered. As it was, I could smell the sexual prowess coming off of him in waves, and if I didn't skedaddle within the next few minutes, I just knew I'd be a puddle of mush in his capable hands. Even thinking of the words, sexual and hands, had my hormones buzzing. That was my cue; I took my bag and walked away.

It was breezy when I got outside, and I felt a drop of rain fall on my nose. It was going to rain any second. I walked to the street to try and hail a cab when a voice behind me yelled, "Wait!"

I turned to see Eric running up to me.

"I didn't get your name."

Ugh. Did I tell him my name? I didn't want to but I could practically hear Gran yelling at me from her grave - I didn't have it in me to be that rude. With a sigh I answered the man, "Sookie."

"Well Sookie, it's starting to rain and it's a Saturday night—you won't get a cab anytime soon," he said somewhat cockily.

Gee thanks. "Thanks. Train it is then."

As I started walking away, he called out to me again.

"A beautiful woman such as yourself shouldn't be on the train alone this late at night. Would you let my driver take you home?"

Shit. This was bad. This was really, really bad. I knew myself well enough to know that if I was gracious and accepted, and then if he took it as anything other than me being practical, he could assume something from me saying yes. Then, if he did something really sweet again – there would be no resisting the man. I was determined not to go down that path again, either. I got into way too much trouble when it came to pretty boys and sweet words.

Three names came to mind as further proof of my weakness: J.B., Alcide, and Quinn.

Of course, the second I had decided to say no, to take the damn train and to hell with the midnight loonies, the heavens opened and began pouring on me. The worst part? My brand new yellow heels; they'd just be totally ruined now! Did I really have a choice?

"That's real generous of you Eric. Thank you," I said through the downpour.

One flip of his cell and two minutes later, a warm, dry, slick black car stopped in front of me. A man came jogging around the car with an open umbrella. As I stood there under the umbrella while Eric stood beside me getting impossibly wetter, the silliest thought popped into my head.

"Eric, I'll ruin your seats."

What that sly son-of-bitch said next made my knees turn to Jello. "I doubt you could ruin anything, Sookie." Of course, he followed that by kissing my hand and then ushering me into the car. He closed the door as I got in and we drove off after I told the driver my address.

The following day I woke up sneezing and shivering, my nose was beet red and my hair looked like a rat's nest. Amelia heard my oh-so-lady-like nose blows and honking and stuck her head in.

"Hmmm, someone needs mint tea and toast with honey."

"Oh lord, yes please!" I got out before I let a monstrous sneeze loose.

The buzzer sounded just as Amelia was dropping off my tray. She handed it to me and went to answer it.

A few moments later she came back with a large shopping bag in her hand. She set down the bag, handed me the card that came with it, and sat at the side of the bed.

I opened the card and smiled ear to ear.

Dear Sunshine,

Heard about last night, so sorry I wasn't there to help with the cab.

Just in case you needed something warm after your "shower" though,

thought I'd have this delivered to you.

After we beat La Concina's ass today, I'd like to stop by?

See you later,

Always, Sam.

"I'm dying here! What is it?"

I handed Amelia the card and opened the shopping bag to find two large containers of chicken noodle soup.

"Aww! God that was sweet, Sook!"

It really was. It was just about the sweetest damn thing anyone had done for me in a long time, too. Before we could both gush over the gesture though, the buzzer rang again. Amelia and I gave each other confused looks before she got up again, leaving me to sneeze again.

A minute later I could hear Amelia thanking someone at the door and locking it.

"Holy shit, Sookie! You sure you didn't leave anything out? What the hell did you do last night?"

I told her the whole story last night when I walked through the door dripping and furious over my pumps. I didn't really feel like going through it all again either, "I told you already Ame why …." But before I could finish my sentence, I knew exactly why she had asked me again.

Cradled in Amelia's arms was a massive silver vase filled with enough yellow flowers to hide her entire head! She set them down on the chest of drawers across from me and handed me yet another card.

Beautiful,

For some reason all I could think of last night was yellow flowers ….

många kyssar, Eric

I looked at the now dry pile of clothes on the floor next to my bed. Right on top of the pile that was my dress, and next to my now-ruined yellow heels, was the nylon yellow rose I had stuck in my hair last night. It had been a whim, just a last minute addition. I had felt like I was wearing too much black, I had to jazz it up somehow … when I saw Amelia's hair clip in the bathroom, I just stuck it in my hair. Who knew that silly little clip would lead to all this nonsense?

"Amelia?"

"Ya?"

"What does, manga kyssar mean?"

"No idea. Why?"

I handed her Eric's card.

"Oh. My. God!"

She ran out of the room. Five minutes later she was back with a piece of paper in her hands.

"Found it online. Pussah or kyss means kiss in Swedish."

"Christ. And manga kyssar?"

She paused, then smiled before answering, "Many kisses."

"SHIT!" I yelled and immediately covered my mouth with my hand, which then in turn immediately started a coughing fit.

Amelia ran to get me a glass of water. I took a few gulps when I was finally able to breathe again .

"So Sook, what-cha-gonna-do?" She asked me all sing-songy and smiley from the insane situation I had just found myself in.

I had no idea, but it was a damn good question.

Sam POV

It wasn't an easy win, but it was a win nonetheless.

Thanks to the previous night's downpour, it was muddy and slick as hell out there. We were determined though. If we beat La Cocina we'd be playing Izumi for the championship, and we wanted that real bad. It was hard to concentrate though. Besides Eric's little display at the bar, I found out there was a second act outside in the rain thanks to Pam's big mouth.

All I could think of was Sookie, wet and cold, while Eric pulled up on his white horse. It bugged the shit out of me, but there was nothing I could do about it. Well there was something I could do. Before I ran to the game I called a buddy, one of the managers of the Second Avenue Deli. I told him the situation, and even though it was way out of their delivery zone, he had someone drop off two large containers of their chicken soup at Sookie's place. I didn't know if she was sick or not, but even if she wasn't, that soup was irresistible.

After the win, we all split up. We were a muddy, messy crew, but happy and excited, too. Bill was caked in mud and I wasn't much better. We made it home, and I hosed Bill off in the street with the hose the super's wife left outside to water the flower beds with. I hosed my feet off too while I was at it. It was a full hour later before I felt clean enough to even call Sookie.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Amelia. Is Sookie there."

"Ya, in bed."

"Sick?"

"Yup, red nose and all."

"So the soup was a good call?"

"Ya, it was perfect," but she sounded unsure somehow. "Uh, let me hand you over to Sookie."

"Thanks, Amelia."

A little shuffling later and "heya Sam," which sounded more like 'tham.'

"Hey sweet girl, you got it bad huh?"

"Ya."

"Well, I can stop by the video store on my way over?" There was a pause, it sounded like she was saying something to Amelia. "Sookie?"

"Oh ya, well … I was gonna say no, but movies sound great actually."

"Anything else?"

"More tissues. Oh and chocolate!"

"Chocolate?"

"What? My throat hurts, Gran always gave me chocolate to suck on when my throat hurt."

I had to stop the images of Sookie sucking on chocolate because I was sure it was way less sexy than it sounded—but man it sounded hot!

"Ok sunshine, I'll be there in an hour with tissues, movies and chocolate."

"Thanks, Sam. You're the best."

An hour later and I was at Amelia and Sookie's door with two boxes of the softest tissues the store had, two Hershey bars, and three John Hugh's movies. Girls loved those damned things. I'd happily suffer through Breakfast Club for Sookie any day, though.

When Amelia let me in, Sookie was already on the couch in a pair of pajamas that had bunches of cherries on them. She completed the look with a pair of socks. Her hair was braided, and she had a tissue in one hand and a mug in the other. Her nose was Rudolph-the-Reindeer-red and she looked … absolutely adorable.

"Chocolate?" was the first thing out of her mouth.

I reached into the bag and pulled out the Hershey bar—her face lit up.

"My savior!" she said seriously. The girl really liked her chocolate; I'd have to remember that.

I walked over and sat on the couch next to her. I had never been in the apartment before, but I could see through to the kitchen just on the left of me, and the bathroom was straight ahead. Amelia walked into her room across from the kitchen and I noticed a huge vase of yellow flowers next to her four poster bed.

"Wow Amelia, is it your birthday?"

"Huh?" She yelled from the other room. "No, why?"

"That two ton vase of flowers is why."

"Oh, that!" she said, flustered. "Oh umm—blind date last night."

"Must have gone really, really well!"

"Yes! It was great."

"What's the lucky guy's name?"

"Name?"

I laughed. "Ya name. Like, my name is Sam?"

"Tray. His name is Tray."

"Well, good luck with that."

"Thanks, in fact, um … I'm just on my way to meet with him again," she said as she stepped back out of her room, bag in hand. "So, you two kids have fun, okay?"

"Bye, Amelia," Sookie said as she waved from her spot on the couch.

"Night guys."

She walked out and locked the door.

"Did she seem kind of, I dunno … jumpy or something to you?"

"No. Probably just anxious about her date."

"Right. So what's first? Breakfast Club, Sixteen Candles, or Pretty in Pink?"

"Sam Merlotte!" She said, all smiles. "How could you possibly know?"

"Gut instinct."

"I think I love you right now. Breakfast Club."

I knew she didn't mean it that way, but it felt so good to hear. I walked to the DVD player and popped in the movie before settling myself back on the couch. Twenty minutes into the movie, Sookie snuggled up next to me. My arm wrapped around her shoulders. It felt so right, so comfortable. I could imagine us doing the same thing five, ten, twenty years down the road.

Sometime between the dancing scene and the makeover, Sookie fell asleep. I didn't know if she normally snored or if it was the stuffy nose, but even that was endearing. She sounded like a puppy—like Bill had when he was only as big as my forearm. I turned off the DVD player and the TV, then carefully scooped her up and maneuvered around the coffee table to the door that had to be her room.

She had an old, worn-out patchwork quilt on her bed that looked well loved. I pulled the quilt back with one arm and laid her down before tucking her in. On her bedside table was a glass of water, a box of tissues, an old milk glass lamp with a white lampshade fringed with faded gold tassels, and a picture of a graceful smiling woman with a head of white hair, I could only assume this was 'Gran.' I said a silent thank you to the woman who meant so much to Sookie before returning my attentions back to sleeping beauty.

She looked so lovely asleep. She was dreaming, her eyes were moving beneath her lids. Laying carefully beside her, and propping myself up on an elbow, I moved a lock of hair from her face and pulled the quilt up to her neck. I didn't want to leave her alone, she was sick after all. What if she woke up coughing and needed something? I promised myself I'd only stay until Amelia came home. I got comfortable and watched her sleep, but couldn't help how heavy my lids got after an hour. I closed my eyes— just for a short while. It was only past 6pm, but having played a game earlier in the day, when sleep came knocking, I went under.

A/N

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