a/n: let's see what Pam has to say...

Chapter 9

My heart was pounding. My eyes darted from Pam to Eric. He was looking at me as if I could answer the question. I did not want to be talking to the potential murderer, thank you very much. Pam was still giving both of us an icy stare.

"Well?" She was growing impatient.

"I didn't want to stay with you." Eric finally stood up and walked towards the door. He looked as uncertain as I felt. I was definitely on edge. Pam felt like a threat as she stood in the doorway. I was shocked she did not just barge in.

"Eric I told you, you can't just go anywhere. It isn't safe." From her expression it was obvious she did not want to discuss this in front of me.

"I'm not anywhere, I'm with Sookie. She takes better care of me than you. We didn't even stop to get anything to eat yesterday." Eric was obviously intimidated by Pam but he was forcing himself to stand up to her. I was proud of him. Since he was the giant maybe I could hide behind him this time.

"I'm not used to babysitting hum-... anyone. You're normally quite self sufficient." She still looked displeased but I sensed she knew Eric was right. She was not taking proper care of her amnesiac brother.

"Pam I don't want to go back with you. Whatever life we had, I don't want any part of it. Please just let me be."

Pam literally growled at his words. She stepped forward like she was going to shred me to pieces but stopped at the threshold. I have no idea why. If she was a psycho killer wouldn't she have run in and cut us both up by now? Eric had his arm around me and protectively pulled me against his side.

"You don't mean that Eric." I almost felt bad for her. There was pain in her voice.

"Yes I do." He stared her down with determination. I have no idea where it came from.

"Whatever. Stay here, play house, I don't give a fuck. But I can promise you both it won't last forever." Pam was angry and without another word darted down the steps and her figure faded into the ink black night. I did not see her car or hear one start. But she was gone and that was enough for now.

I quickly shut the door and locked it. Then I checked every window and door in the entire house. I sincerely hoped Pam's words did not mean she would be back. When I was done I found Eric sitting on the couch.

"I can leave. I don't want to mess up your life, who knows what Pam is into." He frowned and started to stand up.

"No" I stood in front of him and blocked his path.

"I said I would help you. I'm still going to. Pam already knows about me anyway so it doesn't make any difference at this point. I'm not going to make you face the world alone Eric." I don't know why I was so loyal to him and willing to mess up my own life. I had not known him that long but felt connected to him.

Eric seemed to be done with words. He knotted his fingers into my hair and pressed his lips to mine. I don't know what came over me but I responded with vigor. Maybe it was the roller coaster of emotions this situation caused, or the amazing feeling of kissing someone and hearing nothing, or it could just be that I wanted Eric. I decided to not waste anymore time thinking about it. I thought far too much in my life. For now I wanted to live in the moment.

His tongue slid between my lips and I wondered if he remembered kissing at all, because he was damn good at it. My hands traveled up his spine and I could feel the expensive fabric of his t-shirt beneath my palms. I didn't think he needed all of that pricey clothing covering him anyway. So I reached for the bottom of his tee and Eric quickly got the message. He pulled it off then his hands went for my own shirt. Once it was lying on the floor he just stared at me for a few seconds. To be honest it made me feel a little self conscious to have his blue eyes burning into me that way.

"You're perfect" He seemed to be in awe and I realized if he had no memories…. He probably had no memory of sex right? Therefore mentally Eric was a virgin.

I had no real response to his words so I captured his lips with mine. His hands moved from my hips, up my bare skin slowly. He seemed to be testing what he was allowed to touch. With my current mood he had a green light for anything. Eventually one of his hands settled on my right breast, still covered by my white bra. His fingers started to knead into my flesh with just the right amount of pressure. I pulled him closer by the waistband of his jeans and pulled him back with me towards my bedroom.

We made it to the start of the short hallway when Eric pressed me up against the wall. He seemed to be getting more confident and it was definitely a turn on. His lips were crashing against mine as we both seemed to be losing any gentleness in our touch. I had to pull away to breathe and his mouth went to my neck, moving with wet kisses down to the top of my shoulder where I swear I felt his teeth dig into my skin some.

"Mmm" I sighed, who knew biting could feel so good?

Eric's hands were on my ass but then he leaned down, placed them at the back of my thighs, and picked me up. I gasped in surprised and automatically wrapped my legs around him. His large frame was pressing me against the wall and I could feel he was hard already. I wrapped my arms around his neck and our tongues resumed their endless dance.

"Hey! Get the fuck off my sister!" Jason's holler echoed through the house.

I froze and Eric seemed to as well. He carefully set me down and turned to face my brother. I noticed he kept his body in front of mine. It was a nice gesture but my shirt was all the way in the living room, I had to get it at some point. It gave me a chance to try and regain my composure though. My face was bright red. Nobody wanted their brother walking in at a time like this.

"Who the hell are you?!" Jason looked pissed.

"Eric…" He mumbled back and shrugged, unsure of how to appease Jason.

"I'm gonna punch the shit outta you!" Jason started to step forward.

"Cut it out Jay!" I quickly darted over to my shirt and put it on then stood in front of Eric. I think he needed more protecting than me right now.

"This is Eric the guy…. I've been seeing." I did not know how else to explain this.

Jason paused. "The one you ended things with? I thought it didn't work out? If this is some jerk trying to manipulate you Sook-"

"Jason! Stop! He's not! We just had a few bumps in the road but we're figuring things out. So be nice to him." I glared at my brother and he seemed to calm down some. "And Eric is going to be staying with me for a little while so you need to get used to seeing him."

"What? Why?" He was not happy with all of these changes.

"Um…" I needed to think of something fast. I couldn't tell him Eric was running from his old life where he might be a murderer. "He got laid off from work and can't afford his rent. He just needs a bit of help getting back on his feet."

Jason seemed to buy that explanation but he was not happy a man was in my house. He still thought of me as his seven year old sister and not a grown woman. I appreciated him being protective but he needed to back off right now.

"Fine, but if you hurt her or do anything that seems shady, I'm takin' my shotgun to your face." Jason growled in Eric's direction.

Eric raised his eyebrows in disbelief then nodded.

"Now…. I just came over to borrow some milk. I ran out and didn't feel like driving all the way to the store." Jason obviously relaxed and turned his attention back to me.

I let him borrow a half gallon of milk and after telling him everything was fine five more times, he went home. If I was a normal woman then catching me with a man would not be that unusual. Jason would probably think about knocking before coming in. But he knew about me and my telepathy, that is was why I never dated. So the last thing he expected was to see me half naked with some guy.

To be honest the last thing I expected was for that to happen. Now that my brain was turned on again I was kind of glad Jason stopped us. I did not know that much about Eric. Even if he wanted to live a good life I felt the need to get to know him more. If I slept with him I was going to fall for him, I just knew it. I would not be able to avoid the emotional connection I'd feel towards him after that.

"Your brother dislikes me." Eric had not put his shirt back on.

"He just doesn't know you and that was not the best first impression to give him." I smirked and headed back towards the living room.

"You told him you've been seeing me, what does that mean?" Eric sat down on the couch next to me.

"It doesn't have to mean anything. I just needed away to explain why you're here. If he thinks we're dating then he won't question us too much."

"Oh" He actually looked a bit disappointed. His lips turned into a slight frown.

I didn't say anything. I had no idea how to classify what we were.

Eric was quiet for awhile but seemed deep in thought. When he spoke he seemed nervous, like he had needed that time to get the courage to speak up.

"What if I want to date you, for real? I know I don't have a life and memories like a normal man, Sookie. But I care about you and I want a chance to be with you." His sea blue eyes were unsure and anxious.

In that moment he reminded me of Forrest Gump. You know the part of the movie when Jenny has been living with him for awhile and he tries to insist to Jenny that he really does love her, and knows what love is? I'm not saying I thought Eric was going to get a low score on an IQ test. But he just had that innocence and hope about him that somehow mixed with his adult mind made me think he understood all of these deep emotions better than me.

"Well…." Of course in a normal situation I would love to call him my boyfriend.

"Just give me a chance. I can figure my life out, get a job, I just need some time."

"I'm not saying no Eric, let's just see where things take us ok?" I liked Eric a lot but I needed to find a little stability within all this mayhem before things moved further along.

That seemed to be enough for him right now. He gave me a small smile and nodded. We settled back on the couch and I flipped through the channels until I found an episode of Supernatural playing. It was a show meant for a teenage audience but the two brothers were handsome and I always found the hint of horror in the show to be interesting.

"Did they just cut that guy's head off? This is your kind of show?" Eric raised an eyebrow.

"He's a vampire so they had to. Otherwise he'd just eat them!" I argued back.

"You ever wonder if those things are real? Not vampires really but ghosts or the paranormal?" He seemed genuinely curious about my opinion.

"I think some of it could be real, like spirits. Everyone has a soul and I have a hard time believing it just puffs out the second our bodies die." I believed my Gran was still with me in some capacity.

"Interesting… are you religious?" Eric was taking up most of the couch. He was leaning back with one arm resting on the back and his feet resting on the edge of my coffee table.

"Sort of. I used to go to church a lot with my Gran. Once she passed I don't attend the services quite as much. I believe in God but sometimes I don't agree with every rule the church has." I wondered if Eric was a religious man. For some reason I doubted it.

Eric was quiet for awhile while we watched TV. "Do you think heaven and hell exist?"

I wasn't sure where all of these questions were coming from. "I think so."

He frowned and his expression darkened.

"What if I was such a bad person before, that I'll never be forgiven?" I don't think Eric was worried about dying soon. I think it was more about his own guilt of who he may have been in the past.

"If you truly change, you can always be forgiven. You have plenty of time to outweigh the bad with good things Eric. I believe you can do it." I believed every word I said to him. If Eric was determined to forget the bad life he had been leading before then anything was possible for him.

Eric did not say anymore. He seemed to be thinking that over. We silently watched the end of the episode then went to bed. I let Eric sleep in Jason's old room upstairs. However in the middle of the night I woke up and felt him slide into bed behind me. He didn't do anything except curl his larger body around mine, his strong arms encasing me and pulling me back against his chest. We didn't say anything but I felt completely safe and content. Eventually I fell back asleep.

a/n: so, I always found it curious that CH's amnesia Eric had no memories yet had complete confidence and expertise in the bedroom. I'm not saying I'll make poor Eric super awkward, I just always wondered why it wasn't acknowledged.