Hey guys,

How are you all? I'm doing very well although I'm immensely tired. I'm at home and I got a 70% on the exam I had last week which is brilliant. I want to apologise for this chapter, I finished it approximately five minutes ago and as such it has not been betad. This is entirely my fault but real life got in the way; essay writing and moving back up North for a month had its trials. I would still like to give a very big thank-you to my wonderful betas campyrs and trajedy99. I'm sure after reading this you'll appreciate the wonderful work they do but I thought you might also want this chapter tonight. Also, sorry to everyone that sent a review; I know i haven't replied yet but i will do. Promise!

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"Office," he growled out deliciously low with his lips brushing my ear so that tingles ran across my skin. I couldn't make my mind up whether it was a question or a command; I wasn't bothered either way since I couldn't think of a better prospect at the minute.

"Office," I replied back just before I crushed my lips back against his.

"Hmhmm," a woman coughed, clearing her throat to get our attention and even tapping my shoulder for good measure. I assumed it was a Fangbanger that had simply had enough and so chose to ignore the interruption until Eric pulled back, a menacing snarl on his lips.

"Ah, so you are capable of thoughts still." I recognised Pam's drawl and allowed myself to pull back as well so that our torsos were no longer pressed together. "Sookie, a girl could get jealous if you continue to do this with him." She even added a flick of her head in Eric's direction as though I wouldn't know of whom she was referring. Finally a blush spread across my cheeks.

"Pam, this better be fucking good." He snapped every world at her, hissing and practically gnashing his teeth. His volume was loud enough for the few remaining humans that hadn't already been staring at us to turn around to look.

"Do I have a death wish?" She rolled her eyes when he just continued to stare at her. I could feel the tension, anger thrumming through his body. Pam huffed out a breath she didn't need before continuing on, "Sophie Anne is on the phone."

"And?" The pressure his grasp was exerting on my hip was beginning to become painful yet he managed to realise before I could say anything. His strength was scary; he would be able to snap me in half easily without putting in much effort at all.

"She wants to speak to you, she said something about changing her mind."

"Fine." I didn't even get a chance to think about what I would do while he was on the phone. His hand that had been on my hip reached for my hand to pull me after him. The crowd parted for us like we repelled them. I couldn't blame them for scurrying out of the way; it was a good survival instinct to get out of the path of a raging vampire. His fangs were still elongated but for an entirely different reason; there wasn't a better mood killer for either of us.

I was practically jogging to keep up with his long strides when we finally burst into his office. I wasn't entirely sure how he knew exactly where he needed to go since Pam hadn't given any instructions. The door was slammed shut behind us with so much force I half expected it to shatter, as it was the thud echoed around the vast office.

"What?" He growled into the phone while he sank down into chair, leaving me to do what I pleased. Glancing around I found that my options were rather limited; there was nothing for a human to do, so I took what appeared to be the comfiest seat available and sat down in Eric's lap. I ended up sat on one of his thighs with my legs over his over leg so that I could curl into his chest. Immediately his free arm looped both protectively and possessively around my waist to pull me in tighter so that he could take a deep whiff of my hair. I presumed it was to try and keep a grip, no matter how meagre it was, on his temper.

"You should speak to me with the respect I deserve." The Queen was angry too, except over the phone she sounded more like a petulant toddler which reduced her intimidation somewhat, especially since I was on the other end with a much scarier prospect. Although Eric's behaviour was a rather large juxtaposition; he was a snarling beast of vampire that was hugging me rather pleasantly while he did so. When my vampire only growled in response the Queen continued. "Why do you say I need to go to New Orleans?"

"You have better protection there. You have all your resources at hand. I have been through this with you before. What do you really want?" My ear was pressed against his upper chest and I could feel his deep voice vibrating.

"I need Sookie here." I literally felt the tension flood his body even more, stiffening every muscle and eliciting another growl that was so deep it was barely audible to me.

"Why?"

"I need security here and having a telepath would be very helpful. You know this Eric. Tell me you wouldn't use her powers for your own selfish needs?"

"I never said I would not." I had expected as much since he was a vampire and it was part of the definition to have an ego to match the title and they tended to collect people with powers like some women collected shoes. It did carry a sting that he might use me like seemingly every other vampire I'd encountered. "But you should know, the fairer you are with people the happier they are to carry out work. You get better results." He gave my forehead a little peck, there was more force behind so I couldn't exactly consider it sweet but I certainly appreciated the gesture. His words also backed up what I'd heard from Pam before; Eric was not to be crossed and you obeyed him without question, unless of course you were Pam, however he was fair to all his employees and it showed in the success of his Area.

"Eric, as Queen as I demand protection. You say there's a very real threat. If you send her I'll go to New Orleans." This wasn't the behaviour of a Queen, this wouldn't put faith of anyone in their leader. Bribery however did seem to be a running trait of vampire monarchy.

"Sookie is in my Area, so she belongs to me. Go to New Orleans, she will be waiting by tomorrow night." He hung up then before the Queen could say anything else. The damage to me had already been done; my heart was thumping frantically, I'd started sweating from panic and I'd felt the blood drain from my face.

"What?" I whispered quietly as I pulled back away from. I didn't get far due to his arm still latched around my waist.

"If I claim you as mine you are somewhat safer from her clutches. If you belong to Area 5 it means she has to go through me to get permission to use your telepathy. I am not going to give her such permission."

"Do you really think of me as your possession?" My words didn't carry quite as much weight as I wanted considering I was still plastered in place against his chest. I would have preferred to be staring straight at him so I could gauge the honesty of his response.

"No." He chuckled slightly obviously having sensed my disbelief at his response. "Everything in me tells me that you are mine but I have a very good survival streak and that tells me you are not. As long as everyone else believes you are mine it is good enough." His response was very blunt but it held the sharp sting that true honesty usually carried. I believed him.

"Do I have to go to New Orleans?"

"No." Relief flooded through my body and I even left out a massive sigh of breath that I hadn't even realised I'd been holding. "I'll send Thalia, she has been rather annoying lately and she can handle a fight."

"Is she actually older than you?" I remembered the first time I'd seen her. Thalia was tiny, much smaller than me in all ways, and her pale ivory skin was accentuated with the rippling jet black curls of her hair. I'd known she was ancient as soon as I'd seen her, even Pam didn't know exactly how old she was and I'd never dared to ask. Some vampires didn't mind telling you how old they were where as with others it was worse than asking a woman how old she really is.

"No, there's just under fifty years between us so it is close, especially when we get to this old. Our power is nearly evenly matched except she cannot fly and I cannot simply move as fast as she. I am stronger, much stronger." Now that I knew I wasn't going to be forced into security duty for the Queen, at least not yet, it was much easier to think. "I think we should go, Pam can handle the bar for the rest of the night." He paused here for several seconds, not moving as though he'd slipped into the down time that vampires are capable of when they are impossibly still. Slowly I felt the tension leaving his body as the seconds ebbed by; his muscles relaxed slightly and his grip around my waist became softer, as though he was only cradling me to his side not pressing me down. "Come on lover." As quick as it had occurred he awoke and when I glanced up at his face I found his fangs had retracted while the sparkle that made his eyes shine had returned.

He kept up the secret all the way to our destination, which turned out to only be about fifteen minutes drive away from Fangtasia though I couldn't have told you where about in Shreveport we were. We parked his impressive car in a multi-storey car park that actually had security guards to protect the lavish cars which seemed to be the only occupiers of the space.

"We are here." I was startled by his statement since we'd only just reached the doors that lead out onto the street from the stair case of the parking lot. Glancing around I found tall buildings on either side of us with bright lights adorning most of the walls. People were milling around everywhere, all of them appeared to be happy judging by the broad smiles on every face and the wave of joy that hit me even through my shields.

"Where exactly is here?" We were in the theatre district, not that I'd ever actually been before, of Shreveport which meant that on one street there were about four theatres and another one that only opened during the summer months.

"This one on the right," he nodded towards the first building on the right which had the largest group of people standing outside. Only one door to the theatre was actually open and no one was meandering through it yet. "Comedy night." I burst out laughing as soon as the words had left his lips. Vampires weren't known for their sense of humour and Eric's, although he did have one, didn't seem to be present all of the time, so being taken to a comedy club night by a vampire was a little odd to put it mildly. "I thought you would like it." He huffed and the slight creasing around his eyes told me that I'd upset him by my reaction.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to laugh." At least not the in the mean way that it had sounded; it was happy laughter not making a joke out of him. "I just really didn't expect this." I leaned up and kissed his cheek, at least that was what I was aiming for. At the last possible second he turned his head so that our lips met in a gorgeous yet rather chaste kiss that left me wanting more yet again. "Thank-you." He let my laughter go ad slid his around my shoulders so that he could pull me snugly into his side, letting every person around us know that I was with him.

I was quietly very pleased with my choice of attire; the dress was smart and alternative enough for me to look suited for Fangtasia as the owner's guest and I wasn't too dressed up for a comedy night either, especially since it was held in a theatre. Luckily for me since my man didn't have body heat and the night was rather chilly, the doors opened only a couple of minutes after we arrived.

The foyer was delightfully warm and grand with the winding staircases at either side that led up into the circles while the stairs leading slightly down in front of us were to the stalls. Along the sides of the room were bars of different specialities ranging from soft drinks, ales to cocktails and even one that sold nothing but bottled blood for the undead. Eric's arm never wavered from its place around me as we navigated through the crowd to get him a bottle of blood first before wandering over to the cocktail bar for me.

"One Viking Blood." He grinned at the bar tender, showing fang, which was just enough to intimidate the man into rushing the drink to have it ready for me before even asking anyone else what they wanted.

"Would you like anything else?"

"No thank-you," I replied, smiling at the bartender myself to try and settle his nerves a little. I didn't even bother trying to persuade Eric to let me pay for my own drink; it wasn't going to work so I might as well save my breath. "How do you know I'll like this?" I asked, staring cautiously at the deep red liquid in the small glass, as I was guided to our seats.

"Trust me." I waited until we'd sat down, about seven rows back from the front and right in the middle, the perfect distance from the stage for a brilliant view. I briefly felt bad for anyone sat behind us as they wouldn't be able to see over the giant that was Eric but I quickly wiped the thought from my mind. Eric took a swig from his own drink, a slight grimace crossed his face at the taste, before it was smoothed away. He nodded towards me, indicating my drink and I raised my glass to my lips to take a tentative sip. It was actually much nicer than I'd anticipated, rather sweet actually, with a definite kick that told me it wouldn't take many of these to get me tipsy.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" I grinned at him and was pleased to find his face lit up as he chuckled loudly at my comment. "It's actually quite good, I like it."

"Do I really need to get you drunk?" He leaned in to whisper into my ear, once again letting his lips and breath. I blushed instantly at his words, knowing that the answer wasn't going to be that he needed me drunk, although I would never verbalise any answer to his question in public. "So I am correct." He grinned at me again for a second before kissing me, making sure to run his tongue across my lips so that he could pick up any leftover traces of the sip of the drink I'd taken.

"I didn't think you liked food?" I was puzzled by his actions. Out of any vampire I'd met he had the greatest tolerance for food but I wouldn't exactly say he sought it out to be in a position of close proximity with human food.

"I don't. There is a big difference between a fine drink and food. Alcohol I happen to like in very small doses. In the blood it is exquisite." Perhaps they should have vampire cops performing blood alcohol content tests; just a drop of blood and they could tell how much you'd have. Of course, if you had too much alcohol you were probably at risk of getting drained if they didn't have good enough control over their urges. It would be a very nice deterrent to drunk drivers. I didn't get a chance to ponder that possibility any further due to the first comedian of the night prancing onto the stage, earning a giggle from me right from the start.

It was nearly three hours later when the final curtain closed and the lights went back up, signalling the end of the show. Over the course of the evening my abs and cheek muscles had been used so much that they were continuously aching, my face had become streaked through laughter tears and I'd managed to consume another two Viking Blood cocktails.

"That was brilliant, thank-you." I kissed him again in thanks, this time actually managing to place my lips on his cheek. "What are we doing now?" It was my polite way of seeing whether food was on the menu, quite literally, in the near future as my stomach had been protesting for the last hour at the lack of food it contained.

"Take out or a meal out." I glanced at the time and saw that it was nearing eleven at night.

I didn't really know why but I had a rather strong craving for a delicious treat. "Pancakes sound wonderful right now. Let me just phone my Gran, if I let her know what's happening she won't worry so much later." We had reached the main doors to the theatre and a gust of cold wind greeted me as I stepped out of the warmth. "Oh golly," I whispered as I hunkered down in my jacket with my arms wrapped around my chest to try and keep the cold out. Eric could block the wind and try as he was he simply couldn't keep me any warmer with his presence. "Wait a second." I noticed valet personnel handing car keys back over to customers and a couple more actually bringing cars around to the front. "Why didn't you just use the valet service?" According to their sign it only cost five dollars so it wasn't going to be a money issue.

"I tried it once back when it was first available; the young man bumped my car in nerves against a metal pole that designated the parking space. No one damages my car."

"Do I want to know what happened to the guy?"

"No." I shook my head to clear the disturbing thoughts that were running through my mind of all the atrocities that could have befallen the guy. Once we were in the car I finally searched for my phone as I dared to remove my arms from around my chest. Eric blasted the heat through the vents, even switching on the seat heaters even though the cold wasn't bothering him in the slightest.

"I have a problem," I started out while systematically emptying out the small purse I was carrying with me. My search didn't take very long, it was only large enough to contain my phone, wallet, a little packet of tissues and a touch of make-up in case I had any mishaps. "I don't have my phone."

"Here." Eric smoothly grabbed his phone out of the inside pocket of his jacket before handing it over to me, never having to take his eyes off of the road.

"Thanks but I still need to find my phone. Just a second." I cautiously opened up his blackberry, trying as I went along how to work the damn thing. Vampires couldn't really use iphones due to the heat technology that detected when you were using, them being room temperature meant they were completely useless. Companies were working on a technology that would detect a vampire but it was still in the early stages and the prototypes were apparently rubbish, which was according to Pam. Eventually I managed to dial and call my Gran, letting her know we would be getting some food before I headed home.

"Where did you have it last?"

"The bar, I used it to check the time, I don't think I used it after that."

"Then we will go back to the bar." He turned into a parking lot to spin around, barely slowing down and I happened to notice the car never got below third gear during the entire manoeuvre. "Would you prefer to get a takeout or go out for a meal now?" We were closer to the bar than I'd realised; the turning was just up ahead.

"Take out is fine, there's a Chinese place in the same complex I can go there." I'd actually been to this place before and they had wonderful noodles that tasted so good I could probably eat them on their own.

So it was five minutes later, with takeout carton in hand and a glass of wine from the bar in the other that I walked back into Eric's office. We'd already asked the few remaining staff, there was only about another hour and a half until last orders, if they'd seen anything. They hadn't although lost property didn't usually get noticed until the bar closed. I had another two hours to wait to see if my phone turned up. I'd tried the old reliable method of calling it with no luck; it was impossible to hear a muted ring tone above the din of the music.

"Well, we have two hours to pass." Eric was lounging in the office chair behind his desk. His black jacket had been placed inside a cabinet which left his arms bare so that every time he moved I could see muscles rippling under the skin. Classic rock music was playing in the background from the stereo mounted on the wall above the filing cabinets.

"Pam said you had your own blood store in here." I lifted the hand that held the glass carefully, it was rather full, indicating that I hadn't just left him out when getting my own refreshment.

"I do." As if on cue there was an electronic beeping and Eric opened up the smallest of the cabinets that was resting against the wall to reveal a mini refrigerator and a microwave, which had been the beeping appliance. Inside was a bottle of synthetic blood, a rare blood group, that had been warmed perfectly to body temperature.

"I've never seen you drink as much synthetic blood as I have tonight. Do you like it?"

He sighed before answering, showing how truly bored with the drink he was. "Sadly you get used to it. I find the rarer the blood group you drink the better the flavour, of course it is no substitute for the real thing." That reminded me of a question that had been plaguing my thoughts recently; was he drinking from other people, was he having sex with other people? Well, okay, that's two questions but with vampires the two main lusts for them became so intermingled it was difficult to actually separate them. "Something is wrong." Eric stated intuitively with his eyes fixed on my face as though he was trying to read me.

"There's something I need to ask you." I started out, occupying myself so that I didn't have to look at him by setting my stuff down on the little coffee table that was beside the couch. His office could be split in half and you'd never know that they belonged together; half was pure business with the imposing desk, high backed office chair and cabinets upon cabinets. The other half was more comfortable spare room with the leather sofa that had a black velvet throw that had deep red accents throughout. The coffee table was a nice addition, old fashioned wood and it had a look that said it could survive anything. In fact that seemed to be the common trait in the room; everything looked as though it could withstand the test of time.

"Lover, tell me." His voice was taking on a commanding lilt although he kept his tone soft enough not to pressure me.

"I think I'm just going to blurt this out otherwise I won't say it at all." This time I opened up the food container and even stuffed some noodles into my mouth so that I had more time to pluck up some courage. The gulp of wine that I took after probably helped too. "Are you having sex with other people? Are you taking blood from other people? The other night when you were busy, I've been having thoughts." I stole a quick glance up at him. His expression was stony, completely unreadable. Immediately I went back to my food to keep my mind occupied.

"The night you called I was in a meeting with suppliers; there was a new manager that had refused to supply stock to Fangtasia due to the amount of blood ordered, until they had inspected the premises and spoken to the owner."

"What?" I quickly swallowed the food in my mouth so I could speak clearly.

"An idiotic new manager thought that we were breaking some form of law here and was worried about his new job." He waved his hand dismissively. He was right; this wasn't the important factor. "I have not had sex with anyone but you since I arrived in London." I didn't like that he was working backward through my questions, it was leading me to believe that there would be something that I really wouldn't like. "I have taken blood from others."

"I'm not sure about this, but who?"

"Sookie." It was a very good choice of his not to use my pet name. "You do not want to know specifics, just know that they meant nothing and were willing. It has only happened once since I first took your blood properly. I need real blood and I cannot take everything from you." I nodded slowly. His words were true, I wasn't at a stage yet where I was willing to be his food source on a nightly basis even though by his age he would only need a sip to keep him strong. As cliché as his statement that the donors meant nothing to him, I believed him. He was a vampire, it was completely probable that the people he took blood from on random occasions meant nothing to him. "Sookie, what do you want from me?"

"I don't know. I can't handle you sleeping you with anyone else." I knew that it was a basic nature of a vampire to take blood, they needed it to survive like we needed food but sex wasn't necessary although many of them seemed to feel like it was a basic need.

"Okay." Just like that I had his word and I felt immensely better. I didn't dare bring up the blood thing yet.

I ate the rest of my meal in silence. Unlike the others we'd shared which had been comfortable, this one was filling the air, creating distance between us. I could feel his eyes on me, taking in every detail. "What?" I asked quietly as I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

"I need you to know something." I took another sip of wine, leaving only a little left in the glass, to finish off my meal. He stood up from his seat behind the desk and wandered over to me. Inexplicably I shuffled back in my seat, almost as though I was moving away from him. He walked slowly forward, keeping every motion smooth. Kneeling down in front of me, he brought our eyes to nearly the same level, close enough that his chest almost brushed my knees.

"Hm?" It was the most eloquent response I could muster there was such a conflicting array of emotions playing inside of me. He was being faithful in his own way, he treated me wonderfully and made me feel special and yet it still bothered me in the deepest way that there was something between us. It was almost absurd, we really hadn't known each other for very long.

He threaded his hands through my hair, using his thumbs to sweep back the pale blond strands that weren't tucked behind my ears, to leave my face bare. "You are special." It was all that I needed to hear. A small smile flickered across my face and the tension that had built dissipated nearly as quickly as it had arrived. It was a big deal coming from the Viking; he wasn't exactly open with his more human emotions. He was truly saying and showing me how much I already meant to him. It was more than I could have hoped for.

My hands reached up to mirror his, resting against the side his face so I could feel the slight scratching of barely there stubble against my palms. His blue eyes were sparkling, intense as he stared right back at me. He moved slowly, giving me the chance to pull back if I wanted to; I wanted nothing more than for him to kiss. Eventually, with his eyes open until the last possible second, his lips connected to mine. In that moment I felt like it was just us two and I knew there was no going back.

"Lover," he whispered against my lips. I eased myself backward against the back of the sofa, pulling my vampire with me so that our lips never parted. His hands began to wander down my neck to my shoulders, where he kneaded the remaining tension from my muscles.

"Eric." I moaned when I pulled back enough so that I could actually take a gulp of much needed oxygen. His hands slid further down my body to the top of the bodice of my dress, working around the top until he found the zipper running down the right hand side. Before I knew what was happening I'd lifted my hips up from the cushion so he could slide the black material from my body, leaving me clad in only my lingerie.

"Take control." He commanded softly, not even raising his voice to a whisper so that it seemed to slither over me, making my stomach clench as he handed over dominance to me. I didn't waste any time at all. I went from being underneath his torso on the sofa to having him plastered against the rug on his back with me straddling his thighs in a moment. His shirt was the first thing to go; pushed upward to his upper chest at which point he sat up, showing such strength and control that in any other situation I would have been envious. As it was I was just pleased that his chest was bare and his long hair was ruffled as it fell around his shoulders.

I'm not sure what gave me the idea. I know I didn't deliberate the point at all; I just acted as soon as the thought flittered through my head. I grabbed the discarded wine glass from the table so that I could dip my finger tips into the thick liquid before letting the droplets drip onto his chest. I didn't care what happened to the wine glass after that, I just set it to the side, not bothered if it ended up knocked over. With a devious smile plastered over my face I bent down to place my lips on his skin, letting my tongue sneak out to lick up the traces of wine.

"Lover." He growled at me and I saw his hands clench tightly by his side when I gently bit down on his nipple. "Bite me?" His question was half a statement and half a question. It still got him the result; I bit down harder, letting my teeth rub against his skin at every place where the wine had dropped. My hands sidled down over his stomach, slowly so that I could feel every toned muscle beneath my fingertips, until they reached his jeans which I made light work of.

"Up," I whispered while tugging on the denim for extra emphasis. I was happily surprised to find that he'd been going commando. I crawled back up his body until my lips were hovering over his, barely a hairs breadth away, teasing both of us. "Bite me." I said, using the same words he'd used not even a minute ago with the exact same tone. The second word was barely out of my mouth when he gripped my hips and guided me down, filling my completely. The motion caused a groan to fall from my lips and a growl to reverberate around his chest. Then his lips were on my neck, kissing, licking and teasing me. It's safe to say I didn't have another cognitive thought for quite awhile.

Knocking. There was always knocking nowadays waking me up. I should sleep in a sound proof room where knocking just isn't possible. Glancing at the alarm clock I found that I'd only been a sleep for a little over an hour which for an nap was probably a reasonable time to get up but considering the ridiculous hour that I'd gotten in at last was truly horrendous. The only reason I'd been able to take a nap was that my Gran was at her weekly Descendents of the Glorious Dead meeting which was later than usual this week for some reason.

After I'd recovered from my stupor on the floor of Eric's office and we'd spoken some more we'd finally got up in order to recover my phone. Pam had kindly knocked on the office door when the bar had closed to let us know that I had been found. I'd never had such a problem with knocking, or being interrupted in general before; if this was a new trait in my life I wasn't going to enjoy it. He'd promised once more to not have sex with anyone else and that he would be conscientious of me about the blood drinking. I didn't know what that meant exactly and I didn't ask. I also had another date scheduled in a couple of days for when I had the early evening shift at Merlotte's; Eric was going to come to Bon Temps and we were going to do something. Since it was Bon Temps where the entertainment prospects were very limited I wasn't entirely sure what we were going to be doing. Especially since my Gran would be in the house with us.

When we'd finally reached my home, it was much closer to dawn than it was to being midnight, he'd given me what could amount to the best kiss of my life on the porch. I'd been wrapped up in his arms and pressed up against his chest. My arms had been around his neck with my hands tangled in his hair. The kiss itself had started off fierce and passionate before mellowing down into a softer goodnight. I'd seen so many sides of Eric last night I was beginning to think I had mental whiplash from the dramatic turn arounds.

The loud pounding at the door started up again and I remembered why I wasn't sleeping. Sighing I scrambled up from my place on the sofa, pulling my jumper down so that it was no longer ruffled. It was when I reached the hallway that I realised the person stood behind the door had a completely blank mind; it was a vampire stood out there and I knew for a fact that it wasn't my vampire.

So what did you think? Who's at the door? Who thought the lemons was coming right at the beginning of the chapter? You know I love feedback almost as much as I love a certain Viking vampire. GotD only needs 9 more reviews and it will become my highest reviewed piece of work, taking over from Lost and Found.

Now the title this week Heart's Done Time is a song title by Aerosmith, I hope it helps to explain Sookie's thoughts throughout the time she's questioning Eric about his exploits.

I would also like to give a moment to remember all the men, women and animals that gave their lives during WW1 and WW2 so that we could live on in freedom. Today marks 70 years that the Blitz hit Sheffield, razing most of the city to the ground in a single night. My thoughts are with everyone in our forces and everyone who has loved ones in the forces. Be brave and strong.

Until next week. *hugs*