AN: We finally get some answers this chapter!

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Chapter 10

SPOV

"Come on Godric, let's get you inside," I tell him as he loosens his vice like grip. "You need a bath and I think we'd better call Eric to let him know you're back," I inform him as he helps me stand once more. I pick up my shotgun and the three of us trail inside the house together.

"What the fuck!?" Amelia cries out as Godric releases my hand just before hurtling through the house at vamp speed. "What the hell, Sook, is he always like this?" she questions as we're left watching Godric dart from room to room, looking over everything with a burning curiosity that I swear I can feel. Weird.

"Um, no," I answer hesitantly, looking on as Godric stands before the darkened television screen, tilting his head at his reflection as his curiosities and exhilaration are growing steadily higher. Why is it he seems to be so confused by everyday appliances? And how is it I can feel what he feels? "This is really weird Ames," I say then, watching as Godric darts into the kitchen. "We really need to call Eric."

"Yeah, alright," she says as we shuffle towards the kitchen to use the house phone, but once we step through the threshold, we're both stopped dead in our tracks, our jaws dropping in shock at the sight before us.

"Godric! What the hell!?" I cry out, staring in disbelief as he continues throwing every ounce of food from the fridge, leaving a splattered mess over the walls and floors. He turns to me then, tilting his head curiously.

"Are you upset, my Chloe?" he questions, dropping the carton of milk carelessly before stepping before me to pull me into a breath stealing hug. My previous annoyance is quickly erased and a soft, contented sigh escapes me as I feel a wave of utter serenity wash over me within the vampire's comforting embrace. Wow.

"Um, no, I'm not upset with you," I answer honestly as Amelia snorts, rolling her eyes at me as she points to the huge mess of our kitchen. "I know you didn't mean it," I assure him, hitting Amelia with an annoyed glare. "But I think maybe we should get you a bath now, alright?" I suggest as a huge grin spreads over the exuberant vampire's face.

"Yes, my love, I would very much enjoy this," he assures me as I glance back up to my frowning roommate.

"Ames, I'm gonna get a bath started for Godric, could you make the call to Fangtasia and I'll be right back down to help you clean up this mess," I assure her as she lets out a loud sigh before nodding to me. "Come on, Godric," I tell him, taking hold of his hand to lead him up to the bathroom.

I glance down to our combined hands, my face pinching in puzzlement, pondering once more why his touch is so comforting and is also apparently able to ease any form of unease from me. His mirrored feelings of contentment that are flowing steadily through me, inform me my touch is just as soothing to him, which makes me question once more just how the hell I'm able to feel his emotions like this. We're not bonded, but from what I know of vampire bonds, this is quite a similar phenomenon the two of us apparently share. So very, very strange.

"My Chloe, I am so very pleased to have you with me once more," Godric says as we step into the bath together. My heart pinches to hear his endearing words and to feel the utter certainty laced within them. But why is it he's still calling me this name? Could it be he doesn't remember me?

"Godric, my name is Sookie, remember?" I question as he shakes his head fervently.

"No," he states firmly. "You are my Chloe, my beloved," he insists as I let out a sigh, deciding it best to just go with his assertion for now. Eric will help us figure all this out when he gets here. I start the water in the tub then before leaning down to pull a towel from beneath the sink and am left gasping in surprise when I turn to face Godric once more.

"Godric!" I cry out, throwing my hand over my face, covering my eyes. "You're naked!" I exclaim as delighted laughter sounds from the highly amused and wholly nude vampire. God, this makes twice in one night I've been confronted with a very nude, very male vampire, ugh, like Maker, like child, I suppose.

Loud sloshing sounds then and I peek through my fingers to see Godric merrily splashing in the filling tub and can't help the amused giggle that erupts from me witnessing his playful enjoyment. This new Godric is certainly worlds different from the morose vampire I met back at the Fellowship and I'm not so sure this is necessarily a bad thing.

"Come, my love! The water is most refreshing," he cries excitedly, waving his arms for me to join him. I just shake my head at him before leaning down to shut off the water in the now filled tub.

"I think you can handle a bath just fine by yourself," I inform him, before feeling his disappointment flowing through me. I glance over to see a deep frown beset upon his previously joyful face and instantly regret my words, wanting to do whatever it takes to make him smile once more.

"You are upset with me," he whispers miserably as I kneel down beside the tub, shaking my head as I reach out to cup his face gently.

"No, Godric, I'm not upset, alright? I just, well, I'm not sure we know each other well enough to bathe together," I try to explain as he looks to be in shock.

"But we always bathe one another, my love," he informs me. "Why is it you do not remember? Could it be you have you forgotten me? Do you no longer love me in this strange place?" he questions as I'm left completely befuddled by his words. Surely he's just confusing me for this Chloe woman, but he seems most insistent that I must be her.

"Why do you think I'm Chloe, Godric? How are you so sure it's me?" I question curiously, determined to get to the bottom of this as Godric lifts his dripping hand from the water to lace our fingers together. He holds our combined hands before my face as a fond smile lights up his emerald orbs, making them shine in adoration.

"Mo anam chara," he whispers, pulling our combined hands to his mouth to brush his lips lightly across my knuckles.

"What? What does that mean?" I question excitedly, knowing this must finally be the answer, the thing that will finally make all this craziness add up.

"Two halves joined as one," he says reverently. "You complete me as I complete you, my love. Do you not feel it?" he questions as I nod lightly.

"I think so," I answer hesitantly, not sure if I truly understand what it is he's trying to tell me. "It's as if I can feel your emotions running through me and your touch is, well, comforting, soothing even, does that make sense?"

"You do feel it!" he cries out, wrapping his arms tightly around me before pulling me into the tub with him.

"Godric!" I cry out in surprise as he laughs joyously, pulling me tighter against him in the heated water. I just can't find it in me to be upset with him hearing his laughter and feeling his utter enjoyment flooding through me and am soon joining him in his laughter as the two of us proceed to splash one another with bathwater playfully, losing ourselves in the utter joy of the moment.

EPOV

"Sookie!?" I call out, rushing to her front door, not sure whether I can believe the insane message her roommate left for me at Fangtasia. Said roommate rushes to the door, broom in hand and I lift a brow at her, unable to enter as she lets out an exasperated sigh.

"Come on in, join the party," she sighs out; as I rush forward, hurdling past the startled witch to follow the Maker-child bond to come to…a bathroom? I fling the door open and am left staring in disbelief at the scene before me.

"Master?" I question disbelievingly as Godric looks to me with a bright, shining smile, his overwhelming joy rolling steadily between us to bring a jubilant cry from me as I rush forward to pull him into my embrace.

"Eric! I knew you would come," he says, wrapping his arms around me tightly as I look over to Sookie, seeing her delighted grin and noticing her drenched dress as she sits in the filled tub with my wholly bare Maker. Just what the hell have these two been up to? No matter, there are more important matters at hand.

"How?" I question her as she shrugs.

"I have absolutely no idea," she informs me as I stare at her in shock. "Ames and I were talking about finding a spell or something to bring him back when we heard a crashing sound in the side yard and when we went to investigate, there he was," she explains as I turn to Godric once more, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Godric," I whisper, running my fingers over the side of his face as my eyes are welling with bloody tears. "It's really you, you're truly back," I muse aloud, still in a state of shock as I begin exploring the bond between us, my brow pinching in confusion.

"What is it, my child?" he questions as I try and make sense of what I'm feeling through the bond we share. I have not felt this amount of joy from my Maker in centuries and it's truly remarkable to feel this abrupt shift in his emotion. But then I sense his connection to Sookie, which feels almost as though the two of them are fully bonded, though this is different somehow. What is this strong pull between them?

"You seem different, Master," I answer, looking to Sookie to see a small frown on her face. "You noticed it as well," I state as she nods lightly. "And the connection between you, was that there before?" I ask curiously, realizing I was unable to feel this strange attachment between them in Dallas.

"Uh, there was definitely a connection, though I don't remember it feeling this strongly before," she muses. "And he seems different," she says, looking to Godric with a fond smile before taking hold of his hand. "He seems happier, Eric."

"With you, my love? Always," he answers softly, pressing a soft kiss to Sookie's knuckles. I shake my head, not sure what to think of this strange connection between the two of them, or what it may mean. But more importantly, I can't help wondering how he's here now? And how can this dramatic shift in his emotions be explained?

"Besides this connection between you, have you noticed anything else different about Godric?" I question Sookie curiously as she leans back against Godric's chest, seeming to be soothed by Godric's closeness as she nods her head against him.

"Yeah, that's why we called you," she says, tilting her head thoughtfully. "I think he might be from a different time or something. He seemed really confused about modern appliances, that, and his clothing seems a bit…odd," she adds, pointing to a pair of crude leathers lying upon the wetted, tiled floor. "Could he have traveled through time? Is that sort of thing even possible?" she questions as I'm left shrugging feeling completely bewildered by this entire situation.

"If you'd asked me that same question before tonight, I'd have thought it nothing but utter nonsense, but honestly, now, I'd be willing to believe just about anything," I answer honestly, my head swirling with this newfound information.

"This place is quite strange," Godric muses thoughtfully. "Though I think I could learn to like it, so long as my Chloe is by my side," he adds, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Sookie's temple. I lift a questioning brow at her and she sighs, shrugging to me once more.

"He seems to think I'm this Chloe person," she informs me. "He called me that back in Dallas as well, telling me I reminded him of his beloved. Who is she, Eric?" she questions as I'm once more left with no answers, only more questions to add to the ever growing pile.

"I have no idea," I answer honestly, looking to Godric in question. "You never mentioned a Chloe to me, who is she to you?"

"Mo anam chara," he states matter of factly as my jaw drops in shock. No fucking way. I've heard this term before, though I had thought it nothing more than ancient, Gaelic folklore.

"Anam chara?" I question incredulously, pointing to Sookie as my Maker nods firmly, leaving me looking to Sookie in utter amazement. Well, fuck me; I suppose this at least explains the strong connection I feel between the two of them.

"He said that phrase before," Sookie says, tilting her head in puzzlement. "What does it mean, Eric?"

"Soulmates, Lover," I inform her as her eyes widen in surprise. "Godric and you are soulmates, two halves of a perfect whole," I explain, recalling what little I know of such connections as she turns her shocked gaze up to meet my Maker's, looking up to him in soft wonderment.

"So that's how I was able to save him and why he returned to me?" she questions softly as I'm left shrugging once more, wishing I knew more about any of this.

"It would appear so, it would certainly explain how you were able to harbor his soul, though I would have to investigate further to know for sure," I answer, wondering just where I may be able to find the answers we seek. "I'm not certain if this could explain Godric's apparent change in behavior or how he came to arrive here, but at least it's a place to start looking."

"Wait," says Sookie, her face scrunching in puzzlement. "Even if Godric and I are soulmates, which, until now, I thought was only some kind of myth or something; that still doesn't explain who this Chloe person is," she muses, looking back and forth between Godric and I quizzically.

"I would have to assume you are Chloe, Lover, or at least you were in a past life, a life you apparently shared with Godric," I explain, realizing there's no way Godric could misinterpret such a profound bond, if it actually exists, and as he seems utterly certain Sookie is truly his soulmate, then this must be true.

"So we're talking about what? Like reincarnation or something?" she questions disbelievingly as I shrug dismissively.

"It is a common belief of Godric's people, that one is reincarnated after death. Is it really so hard to believe, Lover? As even now you're cuddled in a tub with a vampire who met the sun yesterday morning?" I challenge with a small smirk as she shakes her head, a small frown forming on her lips.

"Do not fret, my love, I am here for you," Godric assures her, running his hands over her arms to instantly soothe her. Their joining is simply incredible, stronger than a fully bonded pair, stronger even than my own connection to my Maker.

"I suppose you're right," she concedes, looking up to Godric. Her previous worries are all but vanished now as she begins giggling delightedly. "The water's already turning cold and you're still filthy, mister," she chides playfully, ruffling his dirt coated hair to elicit a low chuckle from my Maker.

I sit back then, watching as Sookie works to clean a filth covered Godric, the two laughing merrily as they enjoy the closeness of one another and a small frown pulls at my lips as I had truly thought getting Godric back would bring an end to all my worries, but now, well, I'm not quite sure what to think.

Sookie and Godric share a profound and unprecedented connection with one another, the likes of which I've never felt before and I can't help wondering where I fit in this equation, if I do at all. I mean, it would not be uncommon for my Maker and I to share a lover between us as we have been known to do often times in the past, but would he truly be willing to share his literal other half? And how would Sookie feel about this?

On top of that, there's a nagging pull at the back of my mind insisting something's not quite right about Godric's miraculous return. He mentioned this place was strange to him and I can't help wondering if there's some truth to Sookie's time traveling theory, at least in some sense. There are just too many questions and not nearly enough answers.

I let out a loud sigh, realizing this is only the beginning as the three of us apparently have our work cut out for us in coming up with answers. But isn't that just the apparent fucking anthem for this rather hellish week?

AN: Whew! Lots going on! Hope you're following everything so far...more answers coming very soon! :)