I thought this was a one shot, but I've decided to continue. Somone mentioned if I wanted a better ending I should read the books. I have. I still want a better ending.

The Missing Two Weeks

Day 1

In the middle of the night Sookie turned to him sleepily, her mouth searching for his, a hand tangling in his hair. "Bill," she murmured.

He resisted, recalling the bruises that bore witness to what she'd endured, but in the end his desire, and hers, won out. He was gentle, more gentle than he thought possible, and as they moved together, there was no pain, only pleasure. He denied himself her blood, despite the sweetness, willing her to heal quickly.

After, he held her close, stroking her hair, reveling in the heat radiating off of her, breathing softly because he knew Sookie liked it when he did.

"Say it again." She whispered.

"What?"

"What you said before." She raised her head and smiled at him. "When you thought I was asleep. Say it again."

He gazed into her eyes. "I love you."

Sookie tightened her arms around him and kissed his, mouth, his cheek, his neck. "I love you, too." She breathed in his ear. If he had a heartbeat, it would have stopped. Unfamiliar emotions, buried for too long, rose to the surface and he realized the utter perfection of this moment. For the first time in his life as a vampire, he felt completely content.

Sookie slept again, curled against him one slim hand on his chest. Bill covered it with his own and thought about all the things that had brought them to this moment. Falling in love was not something he had planned. He hadn't even known he could love anyone. His life had been about him, about his desires, his needs, and it had been an empty, lonely, desperate existence. Two things changed all that. Vampires revealing themselves had been a relief. He ached to belong to society in some way, to prove to humans that he was not the monster of their nightmares, and now he had that chance. But the real catalyst for the change was lying here, breathing softly and beyond all reason, loving him. Now his life was about her.

All too soon he sensed morning coming. "I have to go."

"I know."

"Will you be alright? Do you want to stay at my house?." He rose and began to dress.

"I'll be fine." Sookie sat up, hugging her knees to her chest. "Tara said she would stop by today, and Sam..."

Bill growled at the mention of the shifter.

"He buried you." Sookie said. "I couldn't have done it, not by myself. Sam did. He dragged you to the grave and covered you up. He was hurt himself, and he's not your biggest fan...but he saw what you did for me."

"He fancies himself in love with you." Bill said. "He wants you." I saw you kissing him, he thought.

"Well, I love you, not Sam." She said matter-of-factly. "And he will have to accept that."

Bill nodded..

"But you," Sookie stood and came to him. "You need to accept that Sam is my friend and" she added "my boss who I see everyday. So get over it. And maybe the next time you see him you could thank him for saving your....unlife."

"Alright. I can see that it's important to you, so I will try to get along with the Shifter. Because I love you." He kissed her deeply.

"Go." Sookie pushed him toward the stairs. "I so do not want a repeat of yesterday afternoon's performance."

"I hate to leave you."

"I know."

"Tonight?"

Sookie smiled. "I'll be there at sundown."