AN Ok guys you have to know that I'm really sorry for how long its taking me to update Last Request. I have very VERY limited access to the internet via my pc. RL has been pretty busy lately too and with three of us wanting to use one pc its a bit hetic at the moment. Hopefully it won't be as long before my next update but with the way things are at the moment I can never tell. Thanks for your patience and thanks so much to Jo for all your help. I hope you enjoy this chapter, I found it a real pain to write. I don't own anything worth anyone else having, including the characters in this fic.

There was a sponge in my mouth, and how it got there I wasn't sure. I wasn't quite sure about a lot of things actually, like why hotel staff have removed Pam's bed from the room or repainted the walls, or even why the bathroom was in the wrong place. Then I realised the light was too much and I closed my eyes, and blessed relief. I made a promise to myself, and my poor head, that I would never drink again. I wondered if I could get back to sleep, surely I would feel better after an hour or so…

On quite reflection I realised I was still wearing last nights dress. And, oh no, there was someone in bed with me. My eyes snapped open instantly, and, stupid me, it hurt. I prayed it was Pam because they took her bed away, but I just knew it wasn't. It was a man. And he was snoring softly. I didn't know who he was because I refused to look at him. I was still wearing my panties so that was a good thing. Right? I kept my back to him and eased towards the edge of the bed. The sheets were cooler over here but I didn't care as I made my escape plan.

Keeping my eyes fixed on the air con controls on the wall I gently slipped out of bed. My head hurt like hell when I stood up and I was sure there were thousands of little demons armed with hammers mining away what was left of my brain. As I made my way slowly to the bathroom, still refusing to look at the sleeping form on the bed I saw a leather jacket. I ignored it and the fact I knew who it belonged to. I slipped inside the bathroom door and shut it with a soft click. Let me rephrase that. The bathroom door slammed shut with the sound of a thousand bolts crashing into place. I winced and reached for the light switch.

Once I was inside the bathroom, and had sufficiently grumbled and complained about the harsh lowest setting of the dimmer light, I took a look around. Dirty towels littered the floor. Shaving equipment and hair products lay strewn over the counter top. The toilet seat was up. Dirty underwear had been kicked into a corner. In 18 years of living with Jason Stackhouse I realised this room was much worse. I never figured that would be possible. I found bottled water and aspirin sitting on a corner of the counter. Obviously someone, somewhere loves me. I used the loo first, washed my face (I still have the remnants of last nights makeup on and that never happens to me) and took two pain killers. I found a complementary toothbrush and cleaned my teeth. Twice.

Minty fresh, I decided to face the action. I opened the door slowly and he was awake. Damn. He was lying on his back, and his beautiful blue eyes were heavy. He looked pale. "Hi Eric." I croaked, but it sounded like shouting.

"Hi." He shouted right back at me. His voice was heavy and husky, and oh so sexy. Give it up Stackhouse, your hung-over, you cannot be finding this sexy. I did, deciding I was in no shape to deal with sexy right now. "I need food." He told me. I nodded in agreement. I watched as he stood slowly and made his way to the desk. He ordered two cheeseburgers with everything, chilli fries and two jumbo cokes. I wondered briefly if hotels like this catered for burgers but he placed the phone in the cradle and stood up so what Mr Northman wants he must get. "About thirty minutes." He told me. "I'm going to shower."

"Ok." I said. I walked over to 'my' side of the bed and sat down. There was more bottled water on the bedside cabinet as well as some sort of trinket. It was a little man. He had blond hair and was wearing a black tux. One of his arms was raised up as if he would hang off a glass. I saw the key card to my room, and my cell phone. My purse sat on the floor a few feet away, and on the chair beside it was fresh clean clothes. That belonged to me. Now who the hell put them there.

I decided to work back to see what I could remember from last night but all I could grasp was Eric talking about Last Request and a really cheerful pirate giving me pink drinks. I shuddered at the thought of them and had to concentrate really hard on keeping the bile in my stomach from rising.

Eric was out of the bathroom in no time and I realised I hated him. He looked stunning. He was wet and he was hot. His hair hung around his face, dripping onto his shoulders. He had a white fluffy towel around his strong hips and I could see that V which lead to a very special place. He looked like the Rock God he was. I couldn't have spoke if I wanted to.

"Your turn." He grinned. Even his voice was cheerful. I decided at that moment I hated Eric Northman.

Standing under the stream of hot water I realised that Eric had been here only moments before me completely naked. I wondered what he looked like naked. There was little left to the imagination after seeing him in his towel. I made a note to check out his tattoo's up close some time. I washed the complementary conditioner out of my hair and quickly turned the shower off. I dried my hair and pulled the clothes I brought into the bathroom with me on. They were warm and comfy, just what I wanted.

As I stepped off the cold bathroom tiles and into the thick carpet of the bedroom. Eric was sitting on the sofa, long legs crossed. I looked around the room and it was total disarray. Clean and dirty clothes lay everywhere. A pair of kicked off sneakers lay beside a navy muscle vest. A few magazines hung out of the various gifts bags he had gotten from some place or another. His laptop was on the desk and his mobile was beside it. I began to pick up what I guessed was dirty clothes and throw them in one big pile when I heard the door knock. "Finally" I heard Eric mutter. He swung the door wide…only to find Pam.

Pam looked good. She was wearing crop legged white linen pants, cork wedges and a pale blue vest. A oversized bag was over one shoulder and her designer sunglasses served as a hair band. "You two." She beamed fondly. Eric ignored her and peered around her into the hallway. She walked past him and made herself comfortable in the armchair. At the door Eric was greeting our room service with a big smile on his face. He pulled the food cart into the room and handed out a tip that made the brunette teenager who brought the food smile very widely. Apparently Eric appreciated those who brought him food when he was hungry. Pam watched us offload our food from the trolley with an amused smile on her face. "Just like an old married couple." She said. Eric was still ignoring her but I stopped to look at her. What did she mean by that? She rose a delicate eyebrow at my questioning look, but my plate being unceremoniously shoved at me by Eric brought me from my thoughts.

I sat beside Eric on the sofa and grabbed a handful of fries. They were divine.

"So, how do you two lovebirds feel after last night?" She asked.

"Ok." Eric said through a mouthful of cheeseburger.

"Eric. don't talk with your mouth full. Its disgusting." Pam snapped, stealing some of his fries. He scowled at her but let her eat her prize. "So, am I to assume you don't remember last night?"

Pam was way too happy, her voice was full of amusement. She was enjoying herself.

"Don't care." Eric said. Her eyes widened.

"You really don't remember. I mean you really don't remember!" She clapped her hands. "Oh the demon drink has a lot to answer for."

"Like I say. Don't. Care." Eric said.

"You will." From her bag came a little silver disc. A DVD. Oh no. Footage of whatever it was. No way! I freaked out a little, my food lying forgotten. I was frozen like a deer in the headlights.

Her finger hit the little play button and life as I knew it ended.

I was on screen. So was Eric. To my left was Tina Turner, to his right was Jon Bon Jovi. Elvis was standing at the alter facing us. We were swaying a little and holding hands. We were clearly inebriated. Before my eyes was a horror movie, the worst kind. It was like a car crash, I wanted to look away but I couldn't. I found myself rooting for Pam, who had to know about this, to turn up and stop the insanity. She did turn up, five minutes too late. As she strode through the doors we were giving each other sloppy kisses in front of a photographer.

Even Eric had stopped eating. "Is it real?" He croaked.

"Yes." Pam answered.

"Who knows?" He asked. His voice was tight.

"What besides Elvis, Tina Turner and Jon Bon Jovi?" Pam asked in a sweet voice. Eric shuddered.

That was when I got broken. I started to giggle. It was uncontrollable. It was giggle or cry and I didn't want to cry until I had some privacy. Adele Stackhouse would be turning in her grave right about now. Pam was smiling at me but Eric did not look amused. I didn't give a damn.

"I don't see what's so funny." He snapped. I thought he muttered "John Bon Jovi" to himself in a disgusted voice but I ignored him.

"I do." Pam said. "Just look at yourselves. Married."

I took deep breath and tried to calm my nerves. Eventually my laughing subsided, and I realised I was married to be biggest playboy in Las Vegas.

"Ok, so what do we do. Divorce. Annulment." I said wondering what the difference was.

Eric looked defeated. "We can't."

"Can't what?" I asked him.

"We cant get divorced. Or annulled." His voice was flat, his eyes looked strange. Lost.

"The hell we can't. We can!" I told him panicking slightly.

"Sookie. In my short life I have made some serious fuck ups. My maternal grandmother is a very stern woman whom I love to bits and pieces. She bailed me out of a mess I got myself into a few years back and I cannot repay her by divorcing a drunken mistake."

"She doesn't have to know."

"But she might find out. How can I guarantee that with the publicity and media attention I get that someone didn't notice who I was and what was going on. We can't get divorced this quick Sookie. I'll be for the slaughter house."

"So we just stay married?" I asked.

"Something like that."

"What was the mess your Grandmother got you out of?" I asked. I was tired of fighting. I wanted a break.

"Sookie. I will tell you but if I do we'll argue all day and we need to work out what we're going to do about this whole situation." Eric said to me. He was pleading now. "I'll lose everything." He told me quietly.

"What about me?" I asked. "Look what I'm losing. I'm losing the chance to fall in love, get married for real, have babies and live happily ever after." I knew it didn't work that way but I was damned if I didn't want to give it a go.

"I can give you all that." Eric said. He wasn't listening to what I was saying.

"Can you? Can you love me? Can you protect me, respect me?" I asked him. I didn't want my heart broke again. Twice was enough for one girl.

"I will. We will fall in love. You'll get to like me. You will. You'll like being married too." He nodded wisely.

"What do you know about being married?" I snapped.

"Give me a chance. Remember what Elvis said."

"How can I? I was drunk!"

"Fools rush in, but I can't help falling in love with you." He sang. I shook my head thinking he should stick to guitar and let Claude do the singing.

I put my face into my hands. Ever since I met Eric Northman my life had been nothing but complicated.

"I agree with Eric." Pam said. I realised it was the first time she spoke in a while. "It would be bad publicity if anyone found out you were married less than 24 hours, yet if it was spur of the moment I can make it extremely romantic." That Pam. Always in it to make a buck. "An annulment would be bad publicity for both of you, and as I plan on being your manager too Sookie then I say give it a chance." I wondered since when did I need an agent…but I decided that was a discussion for another day.

"Ok, I see your point. I have a problem. I want to choose my own path in life. I want to be happy." I said.

"Life is not always the path in the park we want it to be Sookie." Pam told me. "Eric can make you happy."

Eric apparently agreed. He wiggled his eyebrows. "Sookie. Everyday I will do something romantic. Special. For both of us." He told me.

"I'll have to tell my brother." I said defeated. Really I was disgusted with myself that I allowed this to happen. How could I drink so much that I lost my common sense. Gran would be ashamed of me. I was ashamed of me. I wondered why I was agreeing to stay in this shamble. Was I feeling that deep down I could make up for the mistake I allowed myself to make. Was I that alone and vulnerable from what happened to me before? Was I trying to prove something by being a good wife (whatever that is) then the getting married thing wouldn't seem so bad.

Really I didn't care about what people thought, I had never been one for that sort of worry. No I was more worried about my heart. I already know I'm falling for Eric. He usually treats me well, he's handsome, funny and sexy as hell. If Eric cheated on what semblance of a relationship that we had I don't know what I would ever do. I had been hurt twice already, I didn't think I could take it again. If Eric hurt me I had a feeling I would never love again.

I must have looked desolate (word of the day, I couldn't leave my calendar at home!) because Pam pulled me into a hug in a moment of rare tenderness. "Why don't you call a friend. Invite them here to Las Vegas. I'll take care of the cost." She told me kindly. The offer sounded good, I would love to see some familiar faces about me. I realised that although I had been speaking to people on the phone it was nothing like having them around me.

"I might just do that." I told her.

"So, how will this work?" Eric asked.

"I won't have sex with you yet. You have to give me time. I want to get my head around all of this."

"Ok. You've got it."

"And I'm not sleeping here. Not tonight anyway." I told him.

"Fine by me." He said. He didn't look happy. I wondered if he expected me to just fall into bed with him.

"I'm off. There is far too much tension in here and its going to ruin my hair." Pam said. We watched her walk out the door. When she was gone it was awkward. What did I say to him now. What did we do? Well, I knew what I had to do, I had a job to do, and Eric had a gig to get ready for. He pulled his boots on and grabbed his jacket.

"I should call my brother, Eric." I told him. He nodded.

"I have a few calls to make myself." He said standing up.

We looked at each other for a moment then shared an awkward hug. I slipped out the door, and the DVD played on, my half eaten food long forgotten. Let Eric clean up that mess at least.

"You did WHAT?" Jason Stackhouse screamed down the phone.

"Jason you have to calm down." I told him. I had just got out of a hot relaxing bath and pulled on an oversized Last Request tee shirt and shorts.

"Calm down, when you just done the stupidest thing in your life!" He snarled. I ignored his tone and considered correcting his grammar but thought better of it.

"Listen Jason, how about a break. Fancy a few days in Las Vegas…meet my husband, chill and relax, I don't know maybe come to LA with us…" I suggested gently. Jason was quiet for a long time and I knew he was fuming. I didn't care but I did want to mend our relationship, Jason was important to me.

"I don't have that kind of money Sookie." He said quietly.

"Don't worry about money, just look out for flight details that I'll email. Tell Catfish that it's a family emergency down here. I'm sure he'll hear soon enough." I said.

"Yeah, news sure does spread awful quick around Bon Temps." Jason said. We said our goodbye's and hung up. I couldn't help but smile to myself, Jason had no clue who his brother in law was.

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