A/N- Read and Review it lets me know what to do. I don't own any of the characters.

By the time I've soaked every part of my body in the tub, rubbed, poured and massaged every scented lotion into my skin and wander into my bedroom, Pam has glutted herself on the fangbangers, sent them away and was in the process of changing my sheets, which were covered in all varieties of bodily fluid.

"How are you feeling?" she asks me as she tucks the sheets under the mattress, using hospital regulation tucks,

"Guilty" I tell her, putting my toiletries away and readying myself for the mother of all apologies,

"Honestly Pam, I am so sorry, I had no idea I was going to cause such trouble, or else I never would have gone out today"

"That's okay Sookie" she tells me with calm efficiency, starting to put my bedroom to rights, although I assuming housekeeping has already been in today and I'm not that messy a person to begin with, so there isn't much to do. Presumably keeping everything tidy is a habit she picked up after decades of cleaning up after Eric, who I'm betting has never picked up after himself in his life.

Men.

"I was rather hoping you had managed to escape" she looks up at me and for some reason I find myself blushing, like a naughty child who had forgot to take out the trash,

"Well I would have..." I mumble, "But I figured I'd just be dragged back here anyways"

"Yes" she sighs agreeing with me, she sits down on the loveseat with a ladylike posture,

"Even if you were to go into hiding, perhaps with the weres or other supes, the ramifications on anyone who has ever known you would still be dire"

I flinch and decide that it had been a long enough day for me, whatever other trouble I was going to cause could wait until tomorrow.

When I climb onto my bed, I realise that Pam had swapped the satin sheets for plain old cotton, and even graced me with a doona,

"I got them for you last night after you fell asleep" she explains as I go to thank her,

"I believe it would be best if we start de-sexing this room as soon as possible"

I couldn't agree with her more, gratefully I sink beneath the doona, curling my knees up to my stomach, instinctively protecting my womb. Pam hits the lights and the room is thrown into darkness,

"How are you, Pam?" I ask quietly, "Really?"

By the light that filtered through my bedroom door I see her shrug,

"It wasn't as bad as it looked Sookie," she says in a nonchalant tone,

"They were more interested in creating visual wounds than actual damage, knowing that humans panic more over things they can see and touch than what they have to imagine"

Well thank-goodness I'm a plain old human then, rather than a vampire who might only become interested in their friends health once their life is on the line.

"Goodnight" I tell her primly and in the dark I see her smile,

"Goodnight little human"

Despite the wonderful comfort of sheets that I don't spend the night slipping and sliding on, I still wake early the next morning. Although early for me is anytime before noon, but this time I was woken by a knock on my door.

Being a lovely sunny day outside, I figured I wasn't in too much trouble,

"Come in" I called to the person and the maid entered with another large breakfast cart.

This wasn't the same maid as yesterday however, I assumed that after my heavy tip yesterday, the job of bringing me breakfast must be going around the hotel staff. Curious I awakened my telepathy to search her mind, only to find that I couldn't.

For a moment I panic, thinking that I had just allowed a vampire into my room, before she walks directly into the path of the sun and I realise that while she is a supe, she's definitely not undead.

She catches my eye and winks surreptitiously, taking the lid off my breakfast to reveal a mouth-watering selection, taking the clipboard she approaches me, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she does.

To reveal pointed fairy ears.

Fairy ears! Interested by the turn of events, I sign my name and leave another large tip, I'd decided on eight hundred this time, giving her extra for revealing her second nature to me, and look over the bill to see if there is any message for me.

"Thank-you..." I hand the clipboard back to her, a little disappointed, she grins at me (fairies are always cheerful, even in battle)

"Claudette" she supplies as if I'd been asking for her name, I brighten immediately.

"Thank-you Claudette,"

"Have a nice day ma'm"

With that she twitches her little fairy butt right out of the suite, leaving me grinning like a cat in bird cage.

Claudette- the name of Claude and Claudine's young, dead sister. Not likely the name of the blonde fairy that just served me, but obviously a message from my friends that I wasn't alone.

The breakfast tasted extra nice that morning.

I wasn't willing to allow a repeat of yesterdays actions, so after breakfast, I decided to be truly decadent and have another bath. But there is only so long you can soak in a tub for and I was left wandering around my bedroom, bored out of my skull.

Whoever knew that captivity could be boring?

I decided to read the hotel pamphlet to see if they had any activities going on inside the Mira Hotel and Casino, I supposed I could always give gambling a go, but after a lifetime of frugality, I doubted I would be able to bet much more than five dollars before the nerves set in.

Then I remembered the hotel day spa. I'd never gone to a day spa before; I looked down at my plain nails, and dry hands. Curiously I picked up the menu of services offered by spa and wondered if I could allow myself to spend my money in such a way.

Before remembering that all expenses I racked up in the hotel were going to Quinn and or de Castro's bill.

Oh, this was going to be fun- and if they still wanted to be the father of my baby after this and my host at the hotel, then I would be willing to bet that they weren't dealing with a full deck, as it were.

Quickly I picked up the phone and dialled the in house number for the spa, it picked up on the second ring,

"Hello, Mira Day Spa" the woman on the other end greeted me,

"How may I help you today?"

"Hi" I returned brightly, "My name is Sookie Stackhouse, I was wondering if I could make an appointment?"

"Miss Stackhouse..." obviously my name meant something to her,

"Of course, come in whenever you like"

"Thank-you" I hung up and grabbed the menu for room service as I left the suite.

I had been wrong before; I was going to give new meaning to the term 'decadent'