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.

Shutterbugmom is back as my Beta. Lucky me to have her clinic eyes helping me out with this story. If you still find any English imperfections and deformities, they are all mine! Obrigada! (Thank You in Portuguese!)

And thank you, my readers, for being so patient with me. Yes, I know... practically 3 weeks without updating this story. Shame on me. Poor love doctor. I really have to make it up to him. And to you, too! I will write a longer author's note at the end of this chapter so you know what I have been up to. *smiles*

Okay, the love doctor is back again. Here you have him.

DREAM DOCTOR

VIII

EPOV

"YOU!"

Fucked? Oh, I was beyond fucked. I was hallucinating and hearing words that were never spoken out loud. Not one single word. A word I yearned for, desired, needed to hear coming out from her delicious lips. If my mind kept evolving like that, soon I would be thinking that vampires and fairies were real. That Erik and Eiríkr were real, just like she was. Yeah, no doubt about it! I was almost ready to be sent on my way to cuckoo land.

Before she left the room, Pam had teased me saying that she would love to sedate me. Maybe she was right. Maybe I needed her help. Maybe I was already a psych case and she should definitely take a good look at me. Maybe I was already a demented, delusional, basket case. I needed Sookie so much that I wanted her to need me as much as I needed her. The need of having her in my arms was so intense that my CPU was crashing down. Beyond repair.

One thing I was sure, though: Sookie was not totally indifferent to me. She had most definitely eye-fucked me before I even said a word to her and before I imagined her uttering that word I so wanted to hear her say to me. If she did... if she did, I...

«I... nothing! You are still her doctor. You can't get involved with her. Or, maybe you should just fuck her already so you can get her out of your system. That's IF she lets you! Of course, you will have to kiss your career goodbye, but you can always start a new one writing romance novels. Hell! I'm at the point of just letting you do anything and everything your body wants you to. I'm on overload and the DB virus team that you have between you legs is wiping out my hard drive pretty effectively. They've reached my motherboard, and now all she wants is what they want. What you want... Sookie, Sookie, Sookie! Yes, go get her for Christ's sake!»

After these internal words, I took a step forward to act accordingly. But, I was strong enough not to take a second, or a third one. My "she" warned me that that was not the time or place to do it. And, somehow I was able to hear her. Thank God! I had to take it easy, let her heal, come out of the hospital and come to our second appointment.

It took me a while, after I entered the room, to find my voice, to ask her how she was feeling, and if there was anything she needed, but I did. And that's when I thought I heard her answer the "YOU". If I was immobile before, then I truly became a fucking erect stone statue after that. My eyes being the only part of my body moving and wanting to get out of their sockets. Correction, they were not the only part. My cock was getting so hard that it was trying to force its way out by attempting to make a hole in my pants. If it got any harder it would turn into hard stone, and together with the rest of my body it could be saved for posterity in a fucking porn museum.

I almost uttered that same word out loud as a question to her, to be sure if I really had heard it coming out from her mouth. But luckily, Amelia came into the room and stopped me from acting like a dimwit, a fool, or a total basket case.

Sookie winced and moaned when Amelia hugged her, and that effectively made my immobile limbs start to move. Amelia was clearly worried sick about her friend. She had spent the night in the hospital waiting room. She and Sookie had to be really close friends for the kind of devotion and friendship she was showing. So her lack of control was comprehensible, but not acceptable. She was hurting Sookie, and I would never allow anyone to hurt Sookie.

I went to calm her down and gave her a friendly hug. I didn't know her too well outside the office, but she seemed to be a good person. She and Pam had clicked the very first day they met. And, if I knew Pam, I would need to have a talk with her soon about not getting involved with the staff. Amelia was the perfect receptionist for us and Pam shouldn't add her as one more of her endless, meaningless, sporadic flings. Pam should know better.

Between Sookie and me, we were able to calm Amelia down. That's when she asked details about what had happened at the club. I explained everything to her, and by the end of my speech I found myself apologizing to Sookie for not having been able to stop harm from being done to her. She gave me a polite, reassuring answer saying that it wasn't my fault. And then she added that she remembered everything that had happened there. "All of it" were her exact words.

I almost got the feeling that she was trying to convey a secret message to me. But I quickly let go of that idea when she thanked me for helping her. She also tried to make me feel better by saying that she would heal fast and might be able to make it into our second appointment. She even called me "Dr. Eric", and I felt worse than ever. She was keeping the distance between us by using that formal treatment to address me. I wasn't having any of it, so I told her to call me Eric. I also said that I was looking forward to our second session. Hell! I really was, so why not say it?!

I even told her that we had a lot to talk about, which was the absolute truth. She had to tell me about her dreams so I could find out if they were the same as mine. And... what was that back at the club? Why did she attack me like that? Not that I didn't like it. I had no complaints, whatsoever! She was welcome to rip up all my clothes to pieces, kiss me and touch me like that and more... anytime, every time, anywhere, and everywhere she wanted to. But why did she do it? Was she inebriated? Did I mean anything at all to her. God dammit, I needed to know! But that was not the time or place. I had to wait until we were alone again, in my territory.

I decided to excuse myself and told her that I would send the nurse into her room, on my way out, to tend to her needs. I explained to her that she would be able to go home the next day because her exams were all okay. Yes, her arm was broken. But it would heal and she didn't need to be stuck into a hospital bed until it did. I rather have her stuck into my bed, but of course I didn't tell her that. How could I!?!

GOD! I wanted her. I started imagining her lying down in my bed, naked, with me worshiping her whole body. Touching, kissing, licking... Fuck! I had to get out of that room or I would be the one doing the attacking this time.

I wanted her to be able to reach me anytime she needed or wanted to, so I gave her my card, and wrote on the back of it my home phone and my cell number. I even thought about writing my home address on the little card, but that would seem a bit too obvious. To be perfectly honest, I wanted to take her home with me and nurse her back to health. I would treat her like a queen. No, like a goddess! I would fulfill her every need, her every dream...

I would love her like no other. I would start by kissing her passionately while my hands explored her soft skin. Then, my mouth would lay a trail of kisses down her body until it would reach her fountain of life, where I would quench my thirst for her. First with my mouth, then with my cock!

FUCK! I had to get out of that room so I could cool myself off. My mouth was dry at the mere thought of tasting her. And as if I wasn't already at the brink of losing my control, I had to go and grab her hand in both of mine, and kiss it. Bloody Idiot! If a touch could burn me to ashes, I would've been a pile on the floor the moment my lips connected with her skin. I was playing with fire, and I was the one getting burned. Or possibly electrocuted, as the current of electricity flowed through my whole body from hers. I felt it from my head to my toes and back again until it concentrated on my already-hard dick.

I was insane. I was horny. I was thirsty. I was insanely horny and thirsty. For her! Unconsciously, I licked my lips to wet the dryness away. I needed her like I needed water to survive. My eyes had been glued to hers practically the whole time ever since I entered the room. And, what they saw next almost sent me to orgasm land.

Sookie closed her eyes, and in a tortuous, slow, delicious movement she licked her lips back at me as she squeezed my hand tightly. Hot damn! The woman clearly didn't know what she was doing to my libido. Thoughts of her mouth and her hands on my body went through me at an orgasmic speed. I pictured her lips devouring mine; her hands fisted into my hair pulling us ever closer; her tongue licking me all the way down to my cock; her nails scraping their way down the expanse of my body; her teeth slightly biting my nipples; her little warm, firm hand wrapping itself around my dick and beginning to pump me faster and faster with each stroke; her mouth swallowing me whole... Oh, fuck, Fuck, FUCK!

Air! I needed her like the air that I was desperately trying to get into my lungs. I wanted to moan. I wanted to groan. I wanted to growl. I wanted to fuck her. Bad! At that moment I was about to send caution, control, whatever, to hell! Consequences be damned. I was going to have her right then and there.

As I was going to put my thoughts into actions, someone knocked on the door and I felt like I had been hit in the head with a ton of ice. And I almost turned into a fucking iceberg, ready to explode into a millions piercing pieces, when I saw who entered the room.

The fucking bag of fleas entered the room carrying flowers. Who did he think he was? Surely, he didn't think he was the Alpha male in the room? Fucking mutt. I was going to show him his place. Without even realizing, my feet started walking and in 3 long strides I was facing him. And I was more than ready to take that toothy smile he was giving Sookie off of his face. Permanently. With my fists.

He stopped smiling and stared at me. I held his stare and silently challenged him. I wanted him to take the first move. Speak, move, push me aside... anything! My arm muscles were flexed, my fists were closed tight and all I needed was any little tiny offense so I could punch that lost puppy face of his.

The tension in the room became almost unbearable and Sookie must have sensed it because she started talking.

"Alcide..."and that was all she was able to say, before someone else entered the room and practically jumped on her.

As smooth as a cat, a blond haired male entered the room through the still open door. Ignoring everyone else in the room, he moved until he was sitting on the right side of the bed. He hugged Sookie to himself, and then putting his forehead to hers, he started speaking to her.

"Sook... God! Are you alright? I'm sorry, I couldn't get here any sooner, but I was worried sick. You're the only one I got left and I love you..."

"Yes, I know... you're the only one I got left, too. I love you back, Jason!" Sookie replied to him while tears started to fall down her face.

Not even looking back, I left the room. Her tears, and that last sentence of hers, directed at her pussy cat, did more damage to me than if she had staked me with a wooden stick right in the middle of my bleeding heart.

As I was sprinting to get the hell out of the hospital, I realized that I was wrong about Alcide. He was just a poor bastard that, like me, was in love with Sookie and getting none! Alcide was not her boyfriend, the kitty cat was.

It had been a long night and I was exhausted. Damn woman! She was mine. Nobody else's. I had to find a way to make her see that. I would get her back. And my mojo, too! I would get both of them back, or my name was not Eric Northman and the blood in my veins was not a unique, devastating, pure Viking force.

I would fight, and I would win the battle! I would conquer my treasures. Before entering in my car, I shouted into the morning cold air, for the whole world to hear, my heartfelt Battle Viking Cry:

"Mine! Sookie is mine and only MINE!"

TBC

A/N – Yay! Eric is going to get his mojo and Sookie back! Sookie better watch out! Viking battle cries are hard to resist. Especially if the Viking is extremely horny. *grins*

So, my dear readers, I hope you liked this little chapter. In the next one we will be back to Sookie's POV and I intend to speed up the story or I will never get to finish it not even in a thousand years. And you will never get to read your much wanted lemons. I have to reward you with some because you definitely deserve it. Actually, if this story reaches its 103rd review with this chapter, I promise you that you will... get some! In Chapter 9! Are you willing? *bribes*

Anyway, the reason why I haven't updated this story or CIRCUS for the last few weeks is because I have been writing a One-Shot story for the Eric and His Great Pumpkin Contest. If you have me on Author Alert you must have already seen it by now. If you haven't, then go and read it, please. Don't forget to review it, if you like it. Reviews are very important to a writer. And in a Contest, I guess they do count a lot! So, please, do leave a review just so I know what you think, okay? Thanks and love to you all! *hugs you*

The story... well, if you have read my TRIPLE E without fainting, I am sure you will survive to Trick or a Treat... Eric is What I Want to Eat, too. But, I warn you: it is a bit strong! Full of lemony goodness! *grins*

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

Now show Eric some love, he can never get enough of your attention. We absolutely love to hear from you and write you back. *mwah*