A/N: I'm sorry to disappoint but... Gran is not a telepath. She's just a run of the mill species called the intuitive woman ;)

And to the guest reviewer who suggested it, sorry but this Sookie won't be shooting light out of her hands. I'm trying to follow canon as best as I can though I've never (and will never) read Deadlocked and DEA.

Chapter 4

2002

CPOV

I turned and studied the woman next to me. Pretty blonde hair worn loose around her shoulders. Eyebrows knitted in a frown. Big blue eyes staring down at the hands twisting on her lap. Pert little nose perched on top of those soft pink lips she'd been nibbling on since we got off the plane two nights ago. The woman could bring me to my knees with that sweet mouth of hers but also make me madder than a wet hen. But God, she was beautiful.

"Ain't gotta do this, babe. Lemme go'n explain what happened. Let 'em know I ain't exactly dead. You can meet 'em next time."

She turned those hopeful baby blues on me. As if I'd ever make her do anything that made her unhappy.

"I mean it." I leaned in to kiss those lips and whispered, "I'll meet you back in Shreveport."

I shut the door and slapped the hood twice before turning to stare at the house my ancestors built. Sixteen years. God, had it really been that long? Felt like only yesterday I dropped Jase off here with momma and left with my little Sookie for one of our Wednesday night dates. I glanced at the back door with a wistful sigh and walked up to the porch to knock on the front door. Things were different now.

"I'll get it!" I heard a woman shout. Then, bare feet slapping against wooden floor as she ran down from the second floor.

I must've been listening too intently to the going ons inside the house because I didn't even realize the car never left until I felt her slip her hand into mine.

She leaned her forehead into the crook of my neck and breathed, "I'll always be where you need me."

Fuck, but I loved her.

The footsteps reached the door, but instead of opening it, the female turned tail and ran towards the kitchen shouting, "Gran! Gran! Grab the shotgun and don't answer the door no matter what!"

Momma asked her what in the six shades of hell she was hollerin' about and the girl replied, "I promise I'll tell you everything later, but please, just trust me for now?"

I called out to the woman who I hadn't seen in too, too long, "Momma, it's me, Corbett!" But the banshee must've drowned my voice out with all her belligerent shouting about how some crazy bitch just couldn't stay away and how she knew this day would come.

I looked down at my companion, lover, maker, for the past sixteen years and wondered just what the fuck she did to strike such fear in that girl.

I listened dishearteningly as the female called a Mr. Merlotte and asked him what he'd do if a crazy, bloodthirsty vampire showed up at his door.

Deciding to just wait things out instead of causing even more panic, and truth be told I was enjoying the show, I chuckled as she shouted, "Oh, cut the shit -Ow, what was that for, Gran?!- Sam Merlotte, I don't have time for your stupid games right now! I know you're different same as I know how that goddamn -Ouch!- judgemental bitch -OW!- of a waitress of yours, Arlene what's her face, is pregnant again and that she ain't plannin' on tellin' anybody until she figures out who the daddy is!"

I heard a stifled giggle from below me and grinned. "Got a mouth on her that rivals yours, babe."

Pam shook her head and just laughed as my little girl chewed that Sam fella a new asshole.

"No, of course I don't have a goddamn -Ouch- stake! Do I look like one of those small minded, bigoted assholes -Ow! Gran!- who go to your bar?. . . Walmart?! But they only came out of the coffin last night! . . . Out of chair legs? I guess that'll have to do for now. . . No, that voodoo mind shi- crap doesn't work on me . . . Never mind how I know . . . Two, you think Bud can handle 'em? . . . Then which sheriff do you mean?"

"Uh oh," I chuckled, "Grandpa ain't gonna like that phone call one bit. Time to put an end to my baby girl's hollerin'."

Pam nipped my lip, and replied, "Eric hates it when you call him that."

I smiled. "Why else do you think I do it?"

Strolling to the back door, I knocked on the kitchen window and smiled as my momma and my beautiful baby girl wore identical open mouthed, dumbfounded expressions when they saw me.

"Y'all gon' stare at me all night or y'all gon' invite us in?" I asked, with a shit eating grin.

I watched, with amusement, as Sookie dazedly mumbled, "Later Sam, my daddy's home," and placed the phone back in its base. Then, as if her brain finally caught up with her, her face broke into the widest smile and she shouted, "My daddy's home!"

Momma, finally snapping out of her own shock, ran and threw open the back door. With tears running down her face that must've aged decades more than it ought to, she stared up at me and ordered, "Well, what are ya waiting for, boy? Get in here and give your momma a hug!"

A/N: So.. This Sookie has quite a mouth on her, doesn't she? She didn't have Gran's influence on her life until much later than canon Sookie.

Something completely random but soooo cool; Corbett means Raven. I checked a bunch of baby naming websites and they all said Corbett was either Latin, Old French, Old English, or something, for Raven. And for those who don't remember/know, Pam's full name in SVM is Pamela Ravenscroft. I was going to give Corbett a new name, as per vampire tradition pre Great Revelation, but thought it was just too perfect to mess with.

And I swear the big reunion is coming up next. It'll be in Sookie's POV because ultimately, this is her and Eric's story and getting her perspective will give you guys a lot of insight to her past.

Thank you to everyone who read, reviewed, followed, favorited. You guys rock my socks!