Previously…

It was an animal of some sort and was just sniffing around the car. Carefully lifting the curtain, I peeked out of the corner and saw the lassie-style dog sitting outside the car. I relaxed and let the cover fall and got back into the makeshift bed.

The dog didn't worry me and somehow, while I slept, I could tell that the dog stayed close to the car all night.

The next morning, I woke up with my alarm at eight. I had decided that it would probably be best if I woke up before everyone got back to work. I wasn't sure what time Sam woke up, and had to sure I could come up with a good excuse as to why I was at the bar so early.

I got out of my car, dressed and ready for the day. I went to the trunk and pulled out the empty gas tank I had back there. Maybe if I walked, I could at least get enough gas to get my car somewhere other than here tonight.

Setting the gas tank on the ground, I started rooting through every part of my car to find any change just lying around. An hour later, I had pulled $6.43 out of my car. Hopefully it would be enough.

Not knowing where I was going was the hardest part about finding the gas station. Plus, it just happened to be June and about a hundred degrees out. About halfway to where I assumed the gas station was, I heard a honk from behind me and the sound of someone pulling off the road.

I turned around and saw Sam getting out of his truck.

"What are you doing Anya?" he asked, stopping and putting his hands in his pockets.

I stood there for a moment, a sock full of change in one hand and the other attempting to keep the sun out of my eyes.

"Um….my car ran out of gas when I got to the bar this morning," I was desperately trying to think, but nothing was coming to mind.

"And you didn't think to stop by my trailer and ask for a ride to the gas station?" He had a point there. I just shrugged and laughed nervously. "Come on. Get in, I'll take you and then we can go back to the bar."

Once we were both in the car, it was silent. Then I decided I needed to say something.

"Did you know there's a dog that hangs outside the bar at night?" I silently cursed myself for the question. Didn't I think that he would question how I knew that when I wasn't supposed to be at the bar after I got off last night? "It was sitting by my car when I got there last night."

Sam nodded and just continued to drive. I turned the watch the trees out the window. Was that a 'yes' nod or an 'I know you're lying' nod?

"So," I said, trying to break the silence once again. "I'm really thankful for you giving me this job Sam. I really needed it. Plus, I like Merlotte's. It's a great place, it really is." I was babbling and Sam was just sitting there, saying absolutely nothing. It was nerve-racking.

Finally, we reached the gas station and Sam pulled in. When I reached to open the door, it was locked. And when I went to reach for the door lock, Sam's hand was on it and he was leaning across the seat. For the first time in a couple of months I was genuinely scared.

"We need to talk about this," Sam said. I just stared at him, trying hard to not think about the past. When he pulled back, his arm brushed mine. Because I couldn't think clearly, I could block the images.

All I got the chance to see was an image of my car at night. He was low to the ground and just staring at my car. Then, the curtain drew back and I saw my face looking out the window. No way!

"Why were you sleeping in your car in the parking lot last night? And why aren't you staying at a motel like you told Sookie you were?" My mind was still reeling from the images, so I couldn't answer. "Anya, answer me." He looked frustrated. "Anya!"

I finally snapped out of my stupor. "Are you a dog?"

The question came out so suddenly that I wasn't sure I had said it. Sam just looked shocked and confused. I'm pretty sure I looked just about the same. We both just sat there, looking at each other when there was a knock on my window and we both practically jumped out of our skin.

An older woman was waving and smiling at us through the window and Sam reached over me again and rolled it down. "How you doing Mrs. Fortenberry?" He asked.

"Oh I'm just peachy sweetheart." She was very enthusiastic. A little too enthusiastic. "Hoyt told me he met the new girl in town last night and I saw you pull up with this young lady and I figured that since I didn't recognize her that this must be her." All of this was said very peppy and with WAY too much feeling. How could someone stand someone like her? "How are you doing sweetheart? I'm Maxine."

I shook her hand quickly, ignoring the silly images that would obviously be in her head.

"Anya," I said plainly. She smiled and looked between Sam and me.

"Oh, I must be interrupting. I'm sorry about that. You two go back to…whatever it was you were doing." She left after that and I just stared after her. What a crazy lady.

"Did you just ask me if I was a dog?" Sam asked. I looked at him and just started laughing. He stared at me, just watching me laugh at him and myself.

Finally, I stopped laughing. "So, you are a dog?"

Sam just looked out the window and sighed. "Man, what are you psychic? That's just what I need in my bar, another psychic."

Uh? What now? "Another psychic?" I asked. Sam looked at me for a minute, and then looked at the steering wheel.

"What? You psychic's can't pick each other out?" By now, I was terribly confused. Who was he talking about?

I thought back to last night. Tara was nice, but if she knew what everyone was thinking, then she probably wouldn't yell so much. Arlene…well, I just didn't seem possible; she seemed a little too out of it to be psychic. Terry…he understood stuff, but not because he was psychic. That only left…

"Sookie is psychic?" I wondered aloud after my musings. Sam nodded.

"Well, she doesn't like to be called psychic. It's just that she can read minds is all," I was taking this all in. It's no wonder I had felt something off of her last night.

My only question was, did she get something off of me? And was it enough to give me away?

Authors Note:

Ok, I know it was purely fluff, but I needed to establish her relationship with Sam. I'm hoping to make them friends and give Sam something since I feel so bad for the guy. The next chapter will definitely have more Eric and I'm thinking I may actually do the Sookie POV a little. Just let me know what you think. Ok, don't hate me for the chapter and for giving Sookie away, but sometimes Sam can just be so dumb that I figured it would be something he might actually do. Please don't hate.

Now, to my excellent and amazing reviewers:

Jdcoke: It's all in the story. I've got kind of a thinking going on. And your reasoning is my reason for a Sookie POV. Thanks. I really enjoy hearing that you like it.

Anonymous reader: I wish you would've given me some name to call you and thank you by. Thanks so, so much! Having you say you'll just enjoy my writing is so great. Keep reviewing.

JordanGoombette: Thanks! Hopefully I'm writing all of this quickly enough. I'm trying at least.

Rebelwilla: Yeah. I kind of think Sam is such a sweety when he's not being a dick. But don't get any ideas. Defiantly Eric/OC. Hehe.

MG: I hope you continue to enjoy the story. Give me any feedback you have. Thanks.

Frank Sinatra is dead: Yeah. That's what I wanted. I feel that seeing it from someone else's POV would just help readers understand the character.

Darker Hue: Sorry I had to disappoint. I tend to like stories to get to the point when small stuff like that happens, but I'm not saying that he'll say anything to anyone else.

SavagelyDisTurbed: Thanks for the advice. I do kind of think Sookie has gotten sooo much attention (no questions why) but I also think it might help Anya's character a little more. I really do appreciate the real criticism though. And the interaction between the two was total fluff just so they could meet.

Razzie11: Wow…I never thought of an Eric POV. It would be so interesting…I'll think on. Thanks. I hope the story continues with its potential just because it's something I really love doing.

Micaburn: Eric is my fave too. Just because he's so dark and mysterious and I think OC works well with him. Nice to have someone agree with me. I hope you continue to like it.

Raging Raven: Here's the update. I'm glad you like it. Keep reading and reviewing.

Everyone just thanks so mych for reading, but try to review as well. It only takes a minute.