A/N – I do not own Eric, Sookie or any of the other characters in the SVM books. They belong to the most talented writer, Charlaine Harris. All the other characters are my creation.

I am going solo on this chapter. It is unbeta-ed, so please close your eyes to my mistakes. As you know, I am a Portuguese trying to write English as best as she can. Thank you!

The love doctor is very happy and touched at all the attention he received in the last chapter. He says that it feels really good to know that there are out there wonderful people who seem to care so much for him. He sends his unconditional love to all his lovers.

I totally agree with him when he says that there are out there wonderful people who care. I loved all the reviews. Big hugs to my faithful readers and to my new brave ones. Hope my writing keeps bringing you pleasure and that you let me know if it does.

Are you sure you want him, again? Hmmm? You sure?!? I warn you, he is still very love-sick and not being Eric at all. Okay, okay, here you have the Love-Sick Doctor's POV – Part 2. *smiles*

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DREAM DOCTOR

VII

EPOV

Surprised? Yes, I was! Was it a welcoming surprise? Yes, it was! Was Sookie, my Goddess, dancing in the middle of the dance floor in a fucktastic black long dress? Yes, she was! Did I go get her? Surprisingly, no, I didn't. I wasn't moving. I got stuck like if I was a goddamn statue.

Dumbstruck, I just stood there, transfixed. And, after some seconds, I had to lean on the bar to steady myself. Shit! I was feeling like a goddamn high school girl. Weak in the knees and not knowing what to do. Goddamn it! Fucked? Oh, I was beyond fucked, alright!

The bar was getting quite packed by now, but since I was so tall I could see everything pretty well. Actually, I wasn't seeing anything besides her. She was all my eyes could take... my everything. I just stood there staring at her, my gaze never leaving her for a single minute. Beautiful! My 'Midnight Goddess' was just breathtakingly beautiful.

I watched her dance. Her movements so sexy and appealing... Good God, she was such a good dancer! My mouth was dry at being open for so long, gawking at her. So, I raised the glass to my lips and drank the liquid inside as if it was water. I was thirsty. I was thirsty... for her! No, not only that. I was hungry. I was starving... for her. Only her.

I wanted to walk up to her and wrap my arms around her while I pressed her back against my body. My fingers moving and feeling her skin below that sheer mesh, velvety, see-through exquisite fabric. I wanted to lower my head and let my lips roam along her skin. Her shoulder, her neck, behind her ear... while my dick grew harder and harder pressing itself against her back. I wanted to spun her around and mold our bodies together while I roughly claimed her lips in a searing kiss until we both ran out of breath. I wanted to...

Fuck! I wanted her in every possible imaginable way. Hell! In every impossible way, as well!

«Go. Get. Her!»

My brain ordered me and, I so wanted to obey. But, I didn't. Instead, I turned around and asked for my third "surprise" drink. I drank it in 3 long gulps while I tried to calm myself. My libido was humming a tune and doing a very happy fast dance. It was wanting her so bad that I could feel my dick getting hard and begin to twitch to the beat. He was hers... I was all hers!

I closed my eyes and after draining the remains of my glass, I turned around again. She looked like a vision in that dress. How my fingers wanted to touch it and rip it up from her body. How my teeth wanted to help them in their task. No, not help. My teeth wanted to do the whole mission exclusively solo.

Man, I was pitiful! Was I brooding? Daydreaming? Shit! When did I ever hesitate in going after, and getting, what I wanted? Since when did I start losing my guts?

«Oh! How about 3 weeks ago? Does that sound like the correct answer to you? Of course, everything started going downhill 2 months ago when you stopped getting some, you girl! But in the last 3 weeks you have become totally pitiable. Absolutely pathetic! Do snap out of it and grow a new pair, will you?»

I was quite sure I mumbled: "Somebody, please, hit me unconscious!". I couldn't stand my own brain anymore and its relentless whiplash. Also, I couldn't stand how my ever ready growing erection came to life whenever I so much as thought about Sookie. If I kept trying to tame it, more than twice a day, like I had been doing in my shower, in my bed, in my living room... soon I wouldn't go to work at all. And, I would end up skinning the damn beast.

Seeing her just made it all worse. The damn thing wanted to jump out so badly that it was painfully trying to make a hole in my pants. Wanting and not getting any, really sucked! I groaned and closed my eyes again, letting out all the frustration... mine and his!

When I opened my eyes again, I saw that Sookie was still dancing. And, this time I noticed that she wasn't alone and her friend, and my new employee, Amelia, was with her. At that moment, they were doing a very sensual, almost erotic, dance. And, all that grinding and bumping they were doing against each other was fast attracting a crowd around them.

Soon, they were surrounded by a bunch of horny male hyenas preparing themselves for the attack. Instinctively, I let out a low growl and prepared to defend my territory if any of them dared touching her.

Suddenly, Sookie stopped dancing and she started talking in her friend's ear. They must have felt the smothering smell of heavy testosterone in the air, because they quickly tried to leave the dance floor before they got suffocated. Smart women!

They were almost out of the cage-like circle, and I was gathering my wits to go meet them, when two things happened. One after the other, they created two entirely different reactions in me and effectively stopped me from going forward. In the end, I decided to turn around and walked away from the area before I would start smashing the place while I got drowned in my own rage and frustration.

The first thing that happened was that one of the fucking hyenas pinched Sookie's butt. And, my first thought was that I was going to rip his fucking arm out while I forced him to kneel before her. He would apologize and kiss the floor she walked upon. Then, I would tell him to disappear or I would kill him, right there and then. I even took a step to put my thoughts to actions, but Sookie took care of the whole situation on her own. She grabbed the bastard's hand, yanked his arm behind his back leaving him in pain and pretty much unable to do anything else, but scream.

«That's my girl!» I said to myself and smiled proudly at her defensive skills.

The second thing that happened was that another fucking hyena wrapped his arm around her waist from behind and... she let him! I was beyond shocked and displeased. I just stood there and watched as the offending dog was escorted out by two bouncers while Sookie remained in the arms of the wannabe wolf.

Feeling almost like a voyeur, I spied them talking to each other. Suddenly, I saw her kiss him. First, on his cheek and, afterward, on his lips. Then, he put his arms around her and they started to dance.

FUCK, NO! I couldn't believe my eyes! I couldn't believe she was kissing another man. Kissing, dancing and being touched by a man that wasn't me. It should be me and no one else. How dare he take my place? And, how could she let him?

Like a fucking masochist, I observed them while they danced. One, two, three and it seemed like they were never going to stop dancing. I was soon losing my control, which I had called upon myself when I saw that she was welcoming his presence and his touch.

Uttering a whispered: "Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!", I finally decided to leave the area and went to cool off in the bathroom. I couldn't see Pam anywhere, but probably it was for the better, since she would, immediately, realize that something had set me off. And, she wouldn't give up until she found out what had caused it.

Once I got there, I punched and kicked one of the stalls, causing the whole set of them to rattle loudly. Good thing I didn't succeed in putting any hole in it, or scaring the hell out of anyone for that matter. Luckily, the bathroom was empty and no one was there to witness my transgression at my loss of control.

I needed to calm the fuck down or nothing good would be coming out of it. I had to take it like a man. I was one, and a very big one, so I might as well act like one. I could deal with it! I had to deal with it as a grown up, intelligent, independent and self assured man.

She was taken. My night was totally ruined. My life was totally ruined. But, I would survive to it all holding my head high. I was invulnerable, indestructible and invincible!

Bullshit!! I wanted to sit down on the floor, hug my legs close to my chest and cry like a little baby, after having smashed every single breakable thing in the bathroom.

I leaned my head against the same very stall I had just attacked and started to think what would be my next wisest course of action. No! Going out and punching the other man unconscious was not what anyone would call a wise action. And, definitely not the wisest! Besides, I had a reputation to consider.

Yes! Going the hell out of this place would be my wisest action. That settled, I lifted my head and went to put some cool water on my face. I was still boiling with rage and the cool liquid would lower my temperature.

After I washed my face, I stared at my reflection in the mirror and said: "Fool! You are such a goddamn fool! Get her? Get some? Sure, go home, drink a whole bottle of vodka and get some.... sleep. You might even get lucky and still be able to get her... in your dreams!"

I was losing it alright, now I even talked to my own reflection in the mirror. Fuck! I had to get out of there before I put my fist through the damn glass. I roughly let my hands go through my hair and went over in my mind what to do, before I went home.

Pam. I had to find her to tell her that I was leaving. We had come in my car and, even though I knew she would be perfectly able to find a ride home, I didn't want to leave without speaking to her. With that in mind, I opened the bathroom door with such force that I almost took it out of its hinges.

Then, I threw myself out with such an amazing speed that I could swear I possessed the power of lightning. I wanted to get out of there so bad that I was, indeed, as fast as a lightning bolt. And, as one, when I struck down, I consumed everything in my path.

I collided with someone, and the strong discharge of energy I felt coursing through my body the minute our skins touched told me who it was. Sookie!

Hastily, I tried to steady myself and her by pressing her back against the opposite door from the bathroom. Not a too bright idea! I should have chosen the wall instead. Why? Well, the useless piece of wood didn't take both of our weights and gave in opening itself into the, soon to be, cave of burning hell.

As we were about to fall, I realized Sookie might get hurt if she landed on her back and so, in a quick impossible movement, I changed positions with her. My back was the one hitting the ground and she landed on top of me.

I was in Heaven! I even didn't mind the pain I felt in my back when I hit the hard, cold floor. I grunted and maybe even whimpered, but it sure wasn't from it. Pure Heaven! And, my bliss was soon going to became even more divine.

Unexpectedly, Sookie attacked me in a sublime, corporeal, carnal way. She kissed me with such a hunger that she left me completely stunned. Momentarily, I was totally unable to react to the welcoming action. Unbelievable!

A ripping sound brought me back to my senses. In her thorough exploration of my body she ended up ripping up my shirt sending the buttons flying all over the place. I groaned and moaned into her mouth and my lips finally started to work and responded in kind to hers. My hands mimicked hers and soon they were traveling up and down her back doing their own pleasurable exploration. When they reached her butt and pressed her even further into me... all hell broke loose!

Without any notice, one of the racks on the wall, loaded with toilet paper, fell down on us. The paper didn't do us any harm, but the metal did. It not only interrupted us, but would have seriously hurt Sookie, if my right hand hadn't sustained part of it in the air before it fully hit her. However, I wasn't able to stop it from breaking down into pieces and one of them went into Sookie's arm while another one hit her in the head.

She moaned and released my lips. And, when I was sure she would let out a scream at the piercing pain, she didn't. She lost consciousness and went limp on top of me.

A wide range of feelings hit me and I was left once again unable to react. But not for long! Soon, my panic, my rage, my despair and worry were fueling me into action.

I shoved the damn rack away from us and I heard it hit the wall ending up breaking into millions of pieces. Then, being as careful as I could I slid Sookie's body down and got out from under her. Her lovely blond hair was soaked in blood and her left arm was surely looking to have been broken. I uttered every single known and unknown expletive I knew and cursed Heaven and Hell!

Then, I examined the cut in her head and, seeing that it wasn't deep, I picked her up. I placed her head on my shoulder and steadied it with my jaw so it wouldn't fall down. As soon as I had her in my arms, I took us out of Hell's Hole. And, like a bat out of hell, I walked at a fast pace with only one thought in my mind. Hospital. I had to get her into the Hospital as soon as I possible could...

When I was almost reaching the damn door I was stopped by Pam, Amelia and the fucking mutt. Pam was able to convince me not to take her to the hospital myself and wait for an ambulance. Amelia picked up her cellular and dialed 911. The flea bag introduced himself as Alcide and said that he was the bar owner. Then, he told us that we should take her into his office so we could lie her down while we waited for the ambulance.

I didn't want nothing to do with him, but since he owned the bar he might as well be held responsible for the whole incident and pay for it. I wasn't thinking about money, I was thinking about jail. Unfortunately, he could only go there if Sookie pressed charges, and I surely doubted she would do that since he was her... sweet puppy!

Pam said she wanted to take a look at her and since she had been in medical school, and I hadn't, I acquiesced to her appeals. I followed the mongrel into his office, but didn't put her body on the couch as he wanted me to. Instead, I sit down on his couch still holding her and let Pam take a look at her wounds. She said that the cut in her head didn't seem to be very serious, but her arm was clearly broken. I was right, and not a bit happy about it!

Questions. They all had them. One after the other they fired them at me, but I didn't feel like answering any. I considered not telling them a damn thing, but at least to Pam and to Amelia I had to tell something. Eventually, after some time, I decided to give them the shorter version. I told them we had run into each other, lost our balance and ended up falling down on the floor of the storage room. Then, I explained how the door had opened itself after being unable to hold our combined weight pressed against it. And, finally, I told them about the rack falling on top of her, hurting her and leaving her unconscious.

Amelia didn't get to hear a word of what I said. She had asked questions, but while she was waiting for my answers she tried to reach someone over the phone. The person she was trying to contact answered just before I opened my mouth to speak. And, as soon as her call got through, she mouthed a silent 'sorry' to us and went out of the office.

Just before she closed the door I heard her saying: "Jason? Hi! It's Amelia, Sookie's friend! Listen...", and I couldn't help myself wondering who this Jason was and why Amelia was calling him. Obviously, he couldn't be Sookie's... pet, because that one was in the room with us. Shit! How I wished I had the power to teleport him to fucking never-come-back land. Unfortunately, I hadn't. And, he didn't!

So, I ended up giving my little speech to him and Pam. By the end of it, I was back to my previous enraged state. And, somehow, the tyke got the message, and didn't try to get closer to us. He just stood there looking at her in my arms and doing nothing about it. What a loser!

The ambulance didn't take long to arrive. Soon, Sookie and I were both inside of it heading to the Hospital. Amelia wanted to go with Sookie. But, Pam told her that it was better if they took one of the cars and followed us while I made sure Sookie would be getting all she needed. Alcide, the douche bag, said he would be meeting us later, too. Right, like I fucking cared about that! He could beam himself down to Hell for all I cared!

Apparently, Pam, got it all. All that was needed was a single look at my face and she got the message loud and clear. Being such an intelligent woman and knowing me like no other, I wasn't surprised she did. She knew, there and then, that Sookie was the woman I was in love with.

And, I was. Totally and completely. No doubt about it. No point in trying to deny it anymore.

I. WAS. IN. LOVE!

When we got into the Hospital, Sookie was put into a stretcher and was taken inside to run a battery of exams. I wanted to go with her, but one of the nurses asked me to fill in some papers, so I had to stay behind. I knew my colleagues were very competent people, so I was sure they would take good care of her. Just to be sure they would, I even talked to the E.R. doctor on duty and told him she was with me. In other words, that meant he should do his very best and treat her like he would his own mother.

It didn't take me long to fill the necessary paperwork. I pretty much knew all there was to know about her. I even knew something I definitely didn't want to know. Taken. She belonged to another man.

Not paying attention to that unwelcome fact, I quickly went in search of her whereabouts and found her in the X-ray room. Since I couldn't do anything I just waited outside the room until they were done. While I waited, I leaned my back against the wall and let my head fall back and rest against it, too. My hands closed into tight fists and my eyes solidly closed.

I probably would have been able to analyze better the whole set of events if I had had enough time. But, I didn't. Soon, Pam came and she started drilling into my brain. Luckily, I didn't have to answer any of her questions, because the door opened and Sookie was wheeled out of the examination room. There were two fellow doctors with her, and Pam and I knew them.

I let Pam do all the talking while I just went to stand beside my unconscious Sookie and held her hand in both of mine. I could hear what they were talking about and I was paying attention to their conversation, but I wasn't looking at them. My eyes never left Sookie's face a single minute hoping that she would soon open her eyes and acknowledge my presence.

Pam was talking to Dr. Quinn and Dr. Crane. But she was calling them John and Claude. I knew them, but they were not my friends. They were Pam's and they were both going to be on the Calendar featuring as Dr. August and Dr. Mai, respectively. Pam said John was 'HOT' and Claude was 'TWINS'. When I frowned at her answer she elaborated further on. And, I didn't ask anything else after what she said:

"All the women in the Hospital find John very good-looking, very... HOT! And Claude has a twin sister. Actually, he had two twin sisters, but one died, so no more triplets, just twins. And... he is very... gay!"

Claude was a brain surgeon and John was a "bone doctor", an orthopedist. They both checked Sookie and were now telling Pam that there was nothing to worry about. Yes, her arm was broken and soon Quinn would put a plaster cast around it, but the cut at the back of her head was only superficial. They both assured us that she would be okay and would completely heal in a month or so.

Their words appeased me and I even didn't argue when the nurse took Sookie away. She said she was going to take good care of her and I believed her. She said that she would get her all cleaned up and get her prepared for Quinn to put the plaster cast on her arm.

After that, she would be put into a room and, hopefully, by that time she would be wide awake. They said that she might sleep the whole night and maybe only wake up in the morning. If she didn't open her eyes and started talking by then, they would begin worrying about it.

John and Claude went away and I was left with Pam, again. I was sure she was going to pick up from where she left, when our colleagues showed up, but, amazingly, she didn't. I looked at her to see why she was being so, unusually, quiet and I saw that she was shaking her head while she had a huge smile plastered on her face. Then, she just turned around and told me she was going to talk to Amelia, who was outside waiting for news about Sookie.

I needed a cup of coffee. Actually, I ended up needing more than one. I lost count of how many I ended up drinking that night. Caffeine was my faithful nightly companion and it helped me stay alert.

I never knew a night could be so long. I waited and waited, sitting by her bed, during tiresome long hours until morning arrived. I was unable to sleep. I would only sleep again when she would open her eyes and I could see with my very own that she was alright.

When morning came, I went out of her room for a few minutes because my human needs were demanding it of me. As a human, I had to comply to all of my body needs and demands. If I didn't, I would be a very sad and unhappy man.

After I took care of my most immediate physiologic needs, I went back to the room. And, when I opened the door my eyes were magnetically attracted to hers.

She was wide awake and I was a sleeping tongueless dimwit!

Oh! The power this woman had over me. She had me! I was hers and hers alone.

Could she ever be mine and mine alone, too?

TBC

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A/N – Yep, not done yet! He still needs a PART 3. God! He is so needy of attention when he is feeling down. But he is so fucked up that he is not being himself right now. I hope he gets back to being E-R-I-C soon.

And he definitely needs to get some! Don't you agree? *grins*

Let me know what you think about it and I might write my next chapter based on what you tell me to do! *winks*

Oh! Do check my profile to see Eric at the Club! YUM! *thud*

Please do tell the doctor and me what you want. We serve to please and we please to serve our caring readers! *smiles*