A/N: Two chapter's in one day! It's not as wonderful as it sounds though. My son has a horrible ear infection and I probably won't be able to write much for the next few days, so I wanted to give you guys some of sort of consolation. I'd also like to take a sec. to thank everyone for adding me to their story alerts and favorites, as well as everyone for the wonderfully kind reviews, I usually thank everyone individually, but have been too busy the last few days. Oh! Almost forgot this is only partially beta'd by the truly amazing Vikinglass25, so all mistakes are mine! I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 6

Sookie POV

Sookie's legs wobbled like a newborn deer's, and her body screamed in pain, as the nurse helped her to the restroom. Tess, was a loud broadcaster, but she was a deep down good person, so Sookie was able to push the gentle yammering to the back of her mind easily. She clutched her hand around her bloody palm like a life line. Sookie knew that what she had experienced with Godric was not a dream, her friends could think she was crazy all they wanted. It was real, more real than anything she'd ever felt before. It was probably safer to for them to think it was just a dream, especially Niall, at least until she could figure out a way to get him back.

"Can I have some privacy?" Sookie pleaded, as they reached the bathroom door. The nurse looked doubtful. "Please, just a few minutes?" The nurse debated uncertainly, before nodding.

"I'll be right outside the door."

"Thank you." Sookie slowly shuffled her way into the tiny room, closing the door behind her. She stood in front of the sink, looking at her distorted reflection, in the cheap mirror. Bill had really done a number on her. The bruises on her face and body would fade with time, but she knew there would be many scars to wear, as a reminder of his betrayal, for the rest of her life. She angled her neck toward the mirror painfully, trying to become accustomed to the new reality of her appearance. For now though, all she could really see was a mass of black stitches, against her sickening pale flesh. Her left arm was wrapped in a bulky cast, that only just allowed her wiggling fingers to poke out, so she used her uninjured hand to examine the parts of her that weren't visible in the mirror. Scratches and bumps were littered across the skin of her shoulders, arms and breasts, but as she reached her lower abdomen, only barely covered by the flimsy hospital gown, she couldn't bring herself to bring her hand any lower. She shifted on her unsteady legs, and that was enough to let her know that the damage to her private areas would be more horrific than that to her neck and arm. Sookie raged at the unfairness, she had just wanted to be loved! How had her silly dream turned into such a nightmare? There was nothing to smash or break in the little closet of a bathroom, so she stood impotently shaking in fury. What if the damage was so severe that she could never bare to be intimate? She supposed that didn't really matter as she was unsure whether she would ever see Godric again. Sookie knew that even after their short time together there would never be anyone else for her. She needed to feel close to him, needed him here with her. The crimson stain of her palm against the pale blue gown, caught her eye. She turned it up to the light, fascinated that somehow she had managed to bring a part of him back with her. This was real, this allowed her to know that he really was out there somewhere. But it wouldn't last, it would wear or be washed away with time, and then she would be left with nothing. No tangible reminder to hold on to. Unless. . . Sookie gnawed at her lip. Was it wrong? Would Godric be upset?

"Miss Stackhouse, are you okay in there?" Sookie's decision was made, in the rushing she felt from the nurse. She brought her hand to her mouth and removed every trace of Godric's blood with her tongue. Sookie wasn't sure if the contentment she felt as his blood entered her body was real or imagined, but she was sure she didn't care.

"I'm great, never better in fact." From the nurse's thoughts Sookie knew that she believed it was said in sarcasm, but Sookie meant every word with her the entirety of her being. Godric would be with her always, and no one could ever take that away from her again. If when, or if, they met again, Godric was angry with her, she would explain her motives honestly. She had no doubts that he would understand.

The main part of the room was empty, save for Tess, when Sookie reappeared from the bathroom. The nurse bustled her back onto the bed.

"You just rest yourself right here for a bit, and catch your breath. Your brother ran down to the Wal-Mart to get you something cozy to wear home. Lord knows, it would be mighty cold making the trip in this old thing!" Sookie smiled at the kind woman.

"Thank you, I was wondering where he'd gone of to!" Sookie settled back into the pillows, relaxing more and more as Tess's mind, and thereby her thoughts, moved farther away. She just didn't have the strength to put up her shields at the moment. Sookie found herself lulled into a half-awake, half-asleep state as the minutes ticked by, and her mind began urging her to process the events of the past few days. She had lost her first love, though could she even call him that now? If as Niall said, Bill was controlling her emotions, he had been doing so since the second day they'd know each other. She palmed her face, why didn't she ask more questions at the time? Or later, Bill was so angry when Eric gave her his blood in Dallas. He had even explained some of what Eric's blood would do to her, so why had it not occurred to her that the same rules applied to Bill's blood? She could blame it on him controlling her emotions at that point, but it would be a cop out. If she was honest with herself, she had to admit that she simply hadn't wanted to. She wanted to believe that what they had was real, that she was loved. Her stomach lurched sickeningly. Every second had been a lie, he'd taken her virginity, had she been under his influence then? She knew she could never be sure, but now every time they had been intimate suddenly felt like a violation. And what was with that crazy file that Russell had showed her? He'd been investigating her family, but for how long and why? Her Granddaddy Earl's name had been circled, and he'd been the first born with fae blood. Did Bill know that? Was he trying to control her because of it?

Sookie's mind whirled it was so strange to think that she was accepting the whole fae thing so calmly. She'd always known she was different, more so in the last year, but a fairy? She chuckled as the image of Tinkerbell sprang to her mind. But they weren't like that were they? The tiny little Disney character morphed into the fierce creature she'd encountered in Fairy. Is that what Niall really looked like? Niall, something that he'd said about his mother had been bothering her. He'd said that she wanted to get rid of all those without full blood. Sookie was fairly certain that that's what was happening with the people that Godric had said were captured. A shudder ran through Sookie as she realized that they more than likely weren't capturing them at all, but killing them. Poor Barry, to his family it would be like he just disappeared. They'd never get to bury him, or know why. Sookie could relate, one day her Granddaddy Earl had just up and left never to be seen or heard from again. Sookie sat up in the bed. Oh Lord! They took Granddaddy all those years ago. This has been going on for at least twenty years! Did Niall know? Sookie was so overwhelmed she nearly missed the pair of familiar brains heading in her direction. Tara paused outside the door, pondering whether or not to disturb her. "Come on in." Sookie said pushing everything else out of her mind. She didn't want her friends worrying about her more than they already were.

"It's just creepy how you do that." Tara replied.

"I am what I am. No use in hidin' it when ya'll know anyway." Tara's mind was yelling how out of character such a statement was for Sookie. "Tara! You're screaming all that at me. I'm not still affected by Bill's blood, it's just. . . it's a part of me. Whether I like it or not that's not gonna change, and I'm sick ta death of fighting it! It took nearly dyin' for me to realize that, there are worse things in the world." Lafayette was nodding his head.

"Never thought I'd see the day, but damn girl I'm happy I did! There's nothin' wrong with bein' how you is. No need to apologize for it, God knows I don't for bein' my fabulous black self. Mmm!" It broke the tension in the room, and both Sookie and Tara laughed.

"Sorry Sook. I just worry 'bout ya is all. I wasn't lyin' when I said I'd lose my shit if anything ever happened to you. The last few days have been fucking crazy, and I'm still not thinkin' straight."

"I know!" Sookie said tapping the side of her head. Tara shot her a fake scowl, but wasn't able to hold it for long.

"Well we was just coming up here to say bye, and then we is taking our tired asses back home to Bon Temp, oh and to bring you this." Lafayette held out a glitter infested stuffed fairy. Sookie laughed it was very close to what she'd pictured in her mind just a few minutes ago.

"I love it!" Lafayette and Tara both gave her a hug, and reminding her to rest, before leaving. Sookie settled back into the pillows with her little fairy companion propping up her cast, to relieve a little of the dull throbbing. She was so exhausted she was asleep before her mind could get back to analyzing. Jason arrived about a half an hour later startling her awake by mumbling apologies and cursing the traffic and WalMart. Sookie scrubbed at her tired eyes and tried to focus on what he was saying.

"I asked the sales lady for some help pickin' out some pajamas, I told her I was shoppin' for my sister, but she kept on pointing out all this silky underwear lookin' stuff! Can you believe it? What kind of brother, buys his sister somethin' like that?" Sookie laughed at his colorful description of his adventure in the women's department. "Sorry, I know I'm rantin', I just hate to think of you stuck in the hospital all by yourself." Jason's face twisted up like he'd eaten something rotten. "You don't think she thought I was hittin' on her do ya?" Sookie could see Jason's mental picture of a little old lady, in a blue Wal-Mart smock.

"I think she thought you were shoppin' for a lady friend, but were too embarrassed to say so." Jason let out a gust of breath.

"Thank baby Jesus! That's just wrong!" Sookie shook her head at Jason's absurdity.

"So what did ya end up bringing me?"

"I think you're really gonna like 'em. . ." Jason rummaged through the bags. "I saw 'em, and the just screamed Sook.! Now don't go peakin' in my head and ruin the surprise." His hand finally stopped, and he pulled out a mass of red, yellow and blue flannel. "Aha! You're gonna love these!" He straightened the fabric out with a flourished crack. Sookie tilted her head to the side.

"And these screamed my name because?" Jason looked dumbstruck.

"Isn't it obvious S for Sookie!" Sookie thought she'd bust a stitch she was laughing so hard, you just had to love Jason sometimes.

"Or Superman!" She managed between chuckles. Jason shrugged.

"Still fits! You're like Superman, returning from near death. Nothin' can stop you!" Jason flipped the pajamas over his shoulders like a cape before zooming around the room. "You'll be Super Sook.! Huh?" He came rushing back in her direction, coming to a screeching halt just before he slammed into the bed. "And look, feel they're real soft too!"

"Oh Jason you're killing me!" Sookie wiped the tears from laughing so hard away. "I may not say it enough, but I love you Jase." Jason looked up and gave her an odd expression.

"Love you too, Sook. It's nice to see you laugh, like a real happy laugh. It's been way too long since I heard it." He stopped to pat her head. "Now let's get your butt in gear, and changed so we can blow this popsicle stand!" Jason tenderly helped her to the bathroom, grabbing both of her hands in his, and walking backward in front of her, like one aides a toddler in walking for the first time. They reached the door, and Jason dropped a kiss to her forehead, "Now you be careful in there. Just let me know and I'll grab that nice nurse if ya need some help K?" Sookie rolled her eyes, but nodded.

"I think I can manage, but thanks." Sookie made her way to the toilet, and sat down before emptying out the two bags of necessities Jason had bought for her. The first bag held the Superman pajamas, but he'd also be considerate enough to grab a package of underwear, some slippers and a cotton camisole with a built in bra. The second was full of toiletries like body wash, deodorant, toothpaste, toothbrush, and a hair brush. She looked around the small room, trying to find anything else to do before succumbing to the inevitable. Finding nothing she decided to work her way up to what she knew would be a horrific experience. She began by carefully scrubbing her face, then brushing her teeth and finally her hair. She fidgeted in front of the mirror, trying to gather up the scraps that were left of her courage. She took a deep breath and tugged at the first tie of her gown, panic coursed through her, and she waited until it ebbed back before undoing the second. She repeated the process until it hung open behind her. A few more steadying inhales and she pulled the gown down to reveal her right shoulder then left, continuously pausing when her anxiety overwhelmed her. After what seemed to be an eternity Sookie finally stood naked in the middle of the room. She couldn't look, no matter how much she tried to get her fear to abate as soon as her eyes began to lower some other part of her mind took over and slammed them shut. She scrubbed her eyes in defeat, accepting that it would have to come in time. She washed her body quickly with a wash rag and body wash, dried herself, and began slipping on her new clothing, all with her eyes fixed on the faucet of the sink. When she was completely covered her eyes were free to move again. She looked down at her silly pajamas and had to admit Jason was right, she did love them, though maybe not for the reasons he had originally thought. She loved that he had chose them, and had put so much effort into doing it. She felt slightly silly and a little childish wearing them, but she knew she would, and often because every time she did, she would think of Jason flying around the room and laugh.