A/N: There's nothing I can say that can make up for the neglect of these stories and you my dear readers. My computer has been out of commission and I've been using my phone for email and internet, but that's still no excuse. When we last left this story it was all Hallow's Eve and Sookie got drunk and said she didn't want Eric and his drama anymore. Eric was, of course, angry and hurt that his bonded would think so of him and he has planned an intervention to keep Sookie from going the way of the fangbanger.

Without further ado...

The sunlight flowed in showers through my window, filling the room with a warm glow. Usually when I wake up this way, I find myself refreshed and ready to get outside and start tanning. Unfortunately, I was still recovering from the alcohol that I downed the night before. I could barely open my eyes from the combination of sensitivity to the light and the fact that my eyes felt red and puffy still. Did I fall asleep crying? The last thing I remember was the phone was ringing and I stumbled over to shut it up. I picked it up and... oh shit! I cussed out Eric. He called to talk with me even though he was already busy. I told him I didn't want him anymore.

For some reason this idea made me think of abandoning a puppy on the side of the road. "Sorry boy, you pissed all over my furniture and ripped the house to shreds and I can't deal with it anymore." I personally would never do such a thing, but I've seen inside the head of somebody who has. The man must have been in his fifties, but the memory of leaving the little terrier on the side of the road was still there, eating away at his drunken conscience. Thinking of Eric as a dog should have made me chuckle, but I inwardly winced. I kept thinking of a noble, graceful creature such as Eric getting kicked in the side and told he wasn't wanted anymore. I was no better than that damn redneck.

My breathing came in deep gasps and I could feel my stomach lurch before I felt the bile at the back of my throat. I rushed for the door and was anxious to find the bathroom occupied. My gran would have smacked me good for this. I burst through the door to find Amelia sitting on the toilet attending to her human needs. Before she could start yelling I looked for around the next best option and puked the remainder of my Halloween nightmares out into the bathtub.

"Damn it Sookie. You could have used the sink. At least we don't wash our bodies in there. Now I'm going to have to clean the tub again."

That did it. I laid my head on the cool hard edge of the tub and started sobbing like a little girl. I had inadvertently violated the place where one of my favorite memories of Eric took place. This shower would only remind me of my own ignorant and selfish ways. The more I sobbed, the clearer it became. I didn't deserve Eric. I treated him so terribly. Why the hell would he want to put up with me and my childish tendencies anyway? Did he feel obligated because he was my bonded? He should be out having a good time, enjoying eternity with somebody who doesn't treat him like shit.

Amelia had long since left the bathroom for me to cry alone in peace. She came back with a hot cup of coffee in one hand and a plate with two pieces of buttered toast in the other. "You might want to brush your teeth first." She set the plate and cup down on the back of the toilet and helped me up off the ground. As I methodically brushed and gargled away the taste of self-loathing out of my mouth, Amelia tried to comfort me.

"Do you want to tell me what happened last night? Did you and Eric have a fight?"

I studied my haggard appearance in the mirror before replying.

"No. We didn't have a fight. He just called to check up on me and I was drunk and..."

"Oh shit."

"Ame I verbally bitch slapped him." A salty tear trailed down my cheek. I wiped it away with my sleeve and sniffled pathetically. "I told him it was his fault. I told him I didn't want him anymore!"

Amelia sat quietly pondering what to say. There was a lot of concern in her thoughts and a flash of fear shot through her as well. "Sookie. I don't know what to tell you. You fucked up, but you don't need me to tell you that. All you can do is try to make up for it. Call Eric back."

"I can't. I don't have his number."

"Then call Pam. She'll know what to do. She'll get pissed at you and possibly cuss you out, but it's your only option at this point."

After scrubbing the bottom of the tub thoroughly with Comet, I was able to take a cold shower and wash away some of the grime of last night. I dressed in jeans and one of my cute new tops I got from Tara's Togs. It was a soft shade of blue that almost made me start crying again. I would make this better. I wouldn't cry like a little girl anymore. I'm a grown woman and I' would take the verbal chewing out from Pam that I deserve with humility.

I ate a few bites of toast at Amelia's insistence even though I wasn't hungry. The rest of the day was spent cleaning up my mess. There was a flipped over bowl of chips and candy wrappers littered the floor. Add to that a few empty bottles of booze and I was feeling pretty upset with myself. I vacuumed the carpet and mopped and waxed the kitchen floor. Amelia stood in silence unsure of what to do with herself since I was doing all the cleaning.

"I think I'm going to go practice some incantations or something."

The day dragged on as I waited for sunset. Thirty minutes after it got dark I decided enough time had passed for me to call Pam. I reached for the phone and started dialing when I heard a harsh pounding come from the front door. At first I thought it might be Eric. It sure sounded like him, but I should have known that instead of my handsome Viking, I would be confronted by his obviously disgruntled childe.

She cut right to the chase. "Invite me in."

"I don't know if that's such a great idea Pam."

"Sookie I will set fire to the house if I have to. I don't give a damn what Eric thinks. Invite Me In."

"Pam please come in." No sooner had the words left my mouth that Pam was on me. She turned my back to her and held my neck to the side. Her grip on my arm was close to crushing and I struggled in vain.

"Ouch, Pam. That hurts." I started to struggle more and she pulled my hair roughly.

"Good. Now that I have your attention Miss Stackhouse, would you mind telling me what the fuck you think you were doing last night? I help you with my Master and then you repay us both by rejecting him over the phone? I ought to drain you dry you selfish little bitch." She pushed my neck a little further to the side then brought her mouth closer to my ear.

"He treats you like a fucking fairy princess. He doesn't ask you what happened because he can feel how much it hurt you. Being tortured doesn't give you the right to treat him like shit. He could have any woman in the world, but he chose you. Do you understand how lucky you are? Do you?"

"Yes."

"Obviously you don't. You don't realize how close he came to meeting the sun this morning. I had to talk him out of it over the phone. Do you know what it's like to not know if somebody you love is going to be alive when you wake up?" Her grip tightened around me like a vice. "Do you?"

"No." I could barely whisper from the pressure she was exerting on my throat.

"If you want to survive this night, you will get your ass in gear and get in my car. We're taking a jet to Nevada and you will beg for his forgiveness. You will make up for this fuck up or I swear, I will give you a one-on-one lesson about torture and I can assure you I won't be gentle like the fairies." At the mention of thing one and thing two my heart started to clamor inside my chest and I really started to struggle.

Pam released me and pulled out a mirror from her purse to check her makeup. "I'm glad to see we have an understanding Sookie. Now, there's no time to waste. We've got a plane to catch."

A/N: Wow, Pam can be scary when she needs to get the point across. You might be pondering why Pam would leave Area 5 seemingly unsupervised? Well, I think Eric would be more angry if Sookie were put on a jet alone than if Pam left the job of watchdog to Thalia. What did you think? Was it worth the wait? Please leave me a review (whether it be to scold or critique me)

Love, PIP.