Jason Stackhouse decided, that maybe it was time to do things differently this time.

That news reporter, Polly Pease, had disappeared a week ago, and no one had seen her after she did that strange interview with Bill and Tara Compton. The one where everything suddenly went black onscreen.

Her news crew didn't even remember being at the Compton estate! The station manager and others, were freaked because THEY remembered that there was supposed to be an interview and they wanted to know why the signal had cut out.

Bill claimed not to remember anything. He said neither Tara, or himself, were aware that the viewing audience wasn't seeing them.

Jason wasn't buying that, but hell, Sookie seemed to believe that lame ass explanation, so he let it go. For now.

But he realized that he spent a lot of time asking either Sookie or Tara shit, because they were up during the day. He wanted to talk to Tara and he wanted to talk to her in front of Eric Northman. There had been a complaint, that same night that Polly Pease went missing, of screams from a yacht at the harbor. Well the boat in question belonged to Eric Northman. And he wanted permission to search it.

Jason was really banking on his long standing friendship with Tara, to protect him from Eric, in case he went ape shit and tried to kill him! He drove up to the front gate of the house Tara was no staying at. It was night and Jason could feel his courage leaving him. He now hoped Eric was at Fangtasia now!

"Yes?" Tara's voice asked.

"Tara? It's me, Jason. Let me in."

"Oh hey, Jason! How've you been?"

"Oh good. I saw your Mama and her new husband at Wal-Mart a couple of days ago."

"Oh." was all Tara said to that.

"Anyway, could you let me in? I need to talk to you." Jason said.

"About?" Tara asked.

"It's police business, Tara."

The speaker suddenly went silent. Jason frowned.

"Tara? Tara, are you still there?"

More silence.

"Tara, I know you're still there! Now stop fucking around and open this gate!"

"I'll have to talk to Eric first. I'm sorry, Jason, but he just wouldn't like me letting a cop in his house for no good reason."

"I'm you're oldest and dearest friend! How can Eric not want me in the house?"

"Because you're not here as my oldest and dearest friend." Tara huffed. "Let me ask him. Hold up."

Tara walked through the house and down the corridor where the bedrooms were. Eric was actually painting the babies room a neutral color, while wearing cover-alls...and nothing else. The paint job, to be honest, didn't look that good...

"Wouldn't you rather hire someone to paint?" Tara asked, trying to be diplomatic.

"Tara, I have been alive for thousands of years. I do not pay for what I can do myself. I think it looks good. What do you think?" Eric asked, setting down the roller and surveying the work that was now looking progressively shitty as the minutes carried on!

"Uh, Jason Stackhouse is outside. He wants me to let him in." Tara said, not answering the question.

"Jason? Jason, that would be Sookie's blond brother?"

"You know it is."

"What does he want?" Eric asked, picking up the roller again.

"He says it's police business." Tara said quietly. Eric set down the roller.

"Then by all means, let him in. We don't want to look as if we're being unfriendly to the police. Now what is his title again? Is he just an officer?"

"I guess. Look, I don't want him messed up in anyway. Sook and him are like family. They are family."

"I will behave. I promise. Let him in and I will join you shortly." Eric smiled. Tara nodded and left the room, and hurried down the long corridor until she was back at the tell tale speaker.

"Jason? I'll let you in!"

Eric did not change out of his cover alls and he had paint on them. That bothered Tara because God help her, she was beginning to think of the house as hers as well. And the front room was beige! He was going to get paint on something!

"I'm just going to get right down to why I'm here," Jason began, "that journalist that interviewed Bill and you the other night, Tara, has been missing for a week."

"Yeah," Tara said, "I heard something about that."

"The last time she was seen, was when she left Bill's house." Jason explained. Tara nodded.

"That was the last time I saw her too." Tara said. Eric was caressing her back. They were both sitting the sofa.

"I know. And you were kind of testy on the air with her. Tara, you showed fangs before the signal cut out. Now do you know anything?"

"What do you mean, 'she showed fangs'?" Eric interrupted. "Tara is half vampire. She has the right to reveal her fangs without it looking suspicious."

"It looked 'suspicious', because that was the last thing the audience saw before the feed cut out. Now we have to look into it. And we also have to look into the theory that Tara might've killed in a hormonal rage or something, and had help hiding the body." Jason said, looking pointedly at Eric.

"Are you accusing me of something?" Eric asked casually.

"There were screams heard from that boat you keep at the marina. Now if you don't know anything about anything, then you won't mind if we search it."

Tara could barely breathe! If the police searched Eric's yacht, they'd find evidence that two feds had been murdered and thrown in the water! She glanced at Eric but he was staring at Jason.

"You won't mind obtaining a warrant then, will you?" Eric asked in kind. Jason tore his eyes off of Eric and looked at Tara, who looked scared shitless! Something WAS going on!

"Tara," Jason said, "tell me the truth. We go back a long way. I know how you felt about that Rosa Parks shit Polly Pease pulled. If you freaked and killed her, the law might go easy on you. Bill helped you, didn't he? You killed her on air and he cut the feed, glamoured everyone and what? Took the body to Eric's boat? Northman here helped?"

"Tara," Eric said, "I'm thirsty. Would go out to the kitchen and bring me some True Blood?"

Tara nodded, then averted her eyes so that she didn't have to look into Jason's. Once she was gone, Eric slowly stood up.

"The only reason I am not going to kill you, is that I truly do not believe Tara, or Sookie, would forgive me for it. Please leave."

"Please leave?! Look you vamp fucker, I understand covering for Tara! But she has to own up and we need to know where the body is."

Eric glanced back towards the hallway Tara disappeared down, before speaking.

"I know what happened to Franklin Mott."

Jason raised a brow.

"Who?"

"Franklin Mott." Eric repeated slowly.

"I don't know who the fuck that is!"

"The vampire you murdered to protect Tara."

Jason's eyes looked slightly fearful, as understanding filled them.

"Oh."

"Yes, 'oh'. Now I would hate for the Vampire Authority to find out about that. You would get a trial of course, but it would be far from fair. So I want you to leave my home and property this instant."

"I was protecting Tara! And she'd back me up! But Polly Pease has fans in this town. Now if this shit is like the Sandra Pelt thing, then Tara needs to confess."

"You can check the boat, Officer Stackhouse. And all you'll find is evidence of a simmering night of passion between Tara and myself. The screams were hers. Now do you understand why she didn't want to reveal that? That Polly Pease interview was about the public not believing that Tara and Bill's marriage was real. If you push this, it will hurt Bill, Tara and Sookie. She already looks like the other woman in this thing." Eric warned.

Jason took a deep breath. No, he didn't want Sookie hurt or embarrassed. But shit, that marriage between Bill and Tara WASN'T real! Maybe it was time people knew it.

"Alright, I'll back down. For now. I'll look in other directions. But if those directions, lead me back to Tara, Bill or you, I'll be back." Jason said. "Tell Tara I said goodbye."

Eric had no intention of doing that and said nothing, as he watched Jason leave his home. Tara appeared shortly after with the True Blood. She set it down on the table, knowing that Eric didn't really drink it.

"He left?" Tara asked. "Eric, those bodies are going to pop up, aren't they? And there's probably blood stains from..."

"Jason won't be back. Besides, when Polly returns to her home with no memory, this will all go away." Eric told her, pulling her into his arms and squeezing her tightly.

Tara blinked, then pulled out of his arms.

"How do you know that's going to happen?"

"Did I forget to mention that Polly Pease is in the twins playhouse? She's tied up. I've been sipping off of her for about a week."

Tara took a shocked step backwards!

"Hell no you didn't tell me that! Why is she out there?!"

"Tara," Eric grinned, "I could see how much you despised her in the interview. The little of it that was shown. I thought we could share her together."

"Eric, I don't do blood anymore. I'm half human. I mean I don't even crave it."

Eric took Tara by the hand and lead her from the house, across the property near the woods and to the playhouse. Polly Pease was naked, gagged and tied to a chair. Her neck and arm had puncture wounds...

Tara gasped!

There was a puncture wound on her breast! Tara glared at Eric fiercely!

"Where did THAT one come from?"

"What one?"

"The one on her tit there!" Tara huffed.

"That's an old wound. Someone else did that. Clearly Ms. Pease is into vampires." Eric said calmly. Tara peered at it. Yes, the wound did look kind of old. She looked down.

"I'm sorry, Eric, for accusing you of biting her titty like that. But damnit, she can't stay here! The playhouse is soiled now! And..."

But Eric interrupted her tirade. There was an actual reason he had brought her out here. His hands rested on her pregnant waist.

"Tara, I want you to see one of the Authority doctors. I have made an appointment for you. I will accompany you, of course."

"Why? I have my own doctor and she's human. She says I'm doing fine."

Eric took a breath, then spoke.

"You aren't very big and your almost six months along. You're carrying twins."

"Oh, well Dr. Benedict wants the babies small. I've been eating right."

"But you're not drinking blood." Eric noted. Tara pulled out of his grasp.

"These babies are human! You were human in another reality when we made them. I don't want them near any blood."

Eric resumed his hold on her.

"I understand that. But what if your doctor is mistaken? What if our children have vampire genes?"

"Why would they? I wasn't a vampire and neither were you!"

"And yet we are here, Tara. I just worry that the babies aren't getting the proper nourishment. Please, for me, let's see Dr. Ludwig again, alright?"

Tara said nothing for the longest time, then nodded. Eric pulled her into his arms again, holding her tightly, as Polly Pease continued to scream through her gag. Eric was now wondering if maybe he had made a mistake keeping what he knew about Tara's condition from her? Maybe it was time she understood how much things were going to change, once she gave birth?