Disclaimer: I don't own True Blood or any of its characters.
Author's Note: My first delve into the TB FF universe! I've been watching season 3, and the abundance of different storylines is interesting...but I don't think there's enough Sookie/Eric scenes! This is my take on Season 3, which focuses on Sookie's attempts to rescue Bill. Except this time, she has Eric's help ;) It'll still follow the basic plot of the TV version so far. Hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 1: Missing
"I said, no," Eric repeated, looking bored.
Sookie stared back at him in disbelief, "But—but you're the sheriff! You have an obligation to find Bill!"
"I could care less about Bill Compton," Eric answered indifferently, his mind already drifting back to the lovely Yvetta, who was waiting for him downstairs. He allowed a smirk to cross his face.
Sookie narrowed her eyes, "You know what I think?"
She crossed her arms defiantly, "I think you kidnapped him."
"Do you, now?"
"I do. And I think you're hiding him here." She paused, "Probably torturing him like you did Lafayette!"
Eric didn't reply, and drummed his fingers lazily on the table. He leaned forward after a moment, "Do you honestly think I would waste my time and energy on the likes of Bill Compton?"
Sookie raised her eyebrows, "I don't see you denying it."
Eric grinned, leaning back in his chair and stretching his arms invitingly. "You're welcome to search the place, my dear Sookie."
She stared back at him coldly, "You wouldn't keep him here. It's too obvious. You're smarter than that."
"Well, since you think you've got me all figured out, where do you think I would keep him?"
Sookie stood up abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. "I don't know. But I intend to find out." She had reached the door before she turned back to him, "Thank you for your time Mr. Northman, I sure do appreciate it."
Eric merely inclined his head, watching her leave with a thoughtful look on his face.
Sookie drove back to her home furiously. She couldn't believe the nerve of Eric Northman! How could he just…not care that Bill was missing?
Unless he really had kidnapped Bill…but why would he do something like that?
She hurriedly pulled into Bill's driveway and let herself into the house. "Jessica?" she called loudly. "You here?"
"Sookie!" Jessica came running out to meet her in the hallway, looking frazzled. "What are you doing here? It's awful late, isn't it?"
Sookie glanced around, but didn't see anything suspicious. "I was just wondering if you had heard from Bill yet?"
"No, no," Jessica said quickly. "I ain't heard nothing yet. I'll be sure to give you a call if I do hear anything, though."
"Alright…" Sookie said slowly, turning to leave. She squinted at Jessica, "You sure everything's alright?"
"Yeah, I—" suddenly Jessica fell to the floor, gasping.
"Jessica!" Sookie rushed over to the girl, and knelt down. "What is it? What's wrong?"
Jessica held a hand up to her head, looking shocked. "I saw—well I don't know what it was! It was…maybe like a place, or something?"
"What kind of place?" Sookie asked urgently, "Who was there? Was it Bill?"
"I—I don't know!"
Sookie pursed her lips before grabbing Jessica's arm, "Come on, we're going for a drive."
Eric paced back and forth on Sookie's porch angrily. She wasn't home, that much he was certain of. But then where the hell was she?
Distantly, he heard the sound of tires scraping against gravel. Within a couple minutes, Sookie's beaten down car appeared on the road.
He crossed his arms and waited where she could see him. He saw her falter when she realized he was there, but she quickly pulled into her driveway anyway.
"Where have you been?" Eric demanded the second she got out of the car. "It's nearly sunrise—"
"Then shouldn't you be indoors?" Sookie returned coolly, walking up the steps to meet him.
"Shouldn't you?" he shot back, still angry. "Do you have any idea what lurks in the shadows?"
"Oh, I don't know," Sookie pondered. "Vampires?"
He hissed, vamping out, "If you think vampires are the worst thing out there, you've got a lot to learn."
"I sure do," Sookie cocked her head, rummaging through her purse and pulling out a piece of paper. "For example, I'd like to learn what this is. Any ideas?" she shoved the paper under his nose.
Eric growled before snatching it out of her hand. He examined it, and felt shock run through his veins. It wasn't possible…
"How did you come across this?"
"Jessica had some vision or something," Sookie explained, watching Eric carefully. "We drove down a ways till she recognized the area. We found this symbol down there." She paused, "I think it has something to do with Bill."
"You think everything has something to do with Bill," Eric mimicked, but his expression grew serious as he stared at the symbol again.
"Well if you're not going to tell me, then I'll just find someone who will," Sookie snapped, reaching out to grab the paper back from him.
As she did, he noticed something glint in the moonlight. "My, my…" he murmured, reaching out to take her hand within his. He held her hand up, watching the diamond sparkle. "I take it that a 'congratulations' is in order?"
Sookie straightened, eyeing him. "Yes, I suppose it is."
"When's the big day?"
She shifted uncomfortably, "Well, Bill doesn't rightly know that I've accepted his proposal yet, so…I'm not sure."
Eric stared back at her blankly.
"Well, I—I told him I needed a minute to think about it—" Sookie stammered, "But then he got kidnapped, so I couldn't tell him my decision."
Eric clenched his jaw, a million more reasons to keep Bill missing running through his mind. Then he sighed, deciding that he could at least tell her what he knew. "Had you told me this little story earlier tonight, I might have been inclined to tell you that your precious Bill ran away like a woman scorned."
"But?" Sookie asked, ignoring the dig at Bill's expense.
"That symbol you showed me is the mark of an underground werewolf organization." He paused to let the information sink in, "They're big, and they're strong. What they would want with Bill Compton…I have no clue. Nor do I wish to find out."
"Werewolves?" Sookie shrieked. "You think a bunch of werewolves have kidnapped Bill? Where would they have taken him! Where can we find them?"
Eric shook his head, "We—and certainly not you—are going nowhere near the weres. As a rule, vampires don't get involved in werewolf affairs."
"The werewolves haven't made themselves known to humans yet," Eric interrupted. "I have no idea why they've kidnapped Bill, and I frankly do not care." He met her gaze squarely, "It would be advantageous to me if he were never found."
Sookie crossed her arms stubbornly, "Fine. I'll find the werewolves without your help." She began walking back towards her car, "In fact, I'll go find them right now!"
Eric growled, blocking her path in the blink of an eye. "You're not going anywhere tonight. It's almost sunrise, I can't—" he broke off, trying to calm down. "I won't be able to save you if you end up in trouble. As you undoubtedly will."
Sookie debated, biting her lip as she stared up at him. "Alright then, I won't go right now. But you have to promise that you'll come with me first thing tomorrow night, got it?"
Eric scowled at her, but she didn't back off. "Do we have a deal, Mr. Northman?"
Did he have a choice?
Of course not.
"We have a deal."