Galatea’s Descent: Chapter 16 is up plus the next fixin’!

Next chapter of Galatea’s Descent is here, it’s probably not what everyone is expecting so prepare… Fixin’ #21 is a continuation from #14 – #20 (read those first if you haven’t). I’m getting a little tired (read lazy) answering comments about the fixin’s in two different places so you’re just getting the link to the page and I’m foregoing adding it to the announcement post… sorry I will amend it if I have a mutiny on my hands, both chapters have a link to the other at the bottom of the page. In advance I shall apologize for poor Eric in both chapters, well mostly in the Fixin’…


Chapter 16 – Tell



Galatea’s Descent: Chapter 15 is ready plus the next fixin’!

Next chapter is here with a little recap due to the time in between updates… Fixin’ #17 is a continuation of #14 -16 (read those first if you haven’t) my own working title for this mini series is at the moment ‘How Sookie Got her Groove Back’, although I never saw that film and don’t know if I like the comparison so it will probably change again… enjoy the chapter and the fixin’ and try not to hate me too much at the end of both…



“What about Gunnar?” Eric offered from his spent position with his ear resting to hear the beat of her heart as she continued to browse the pages of a book with a multitude of names.


“Big fat no, Mr. Regular Name,” Sookie vetoed instantly. “You have no idea what it is to be mocked for something you didn’t chose. Sookie, Cookie, Nookie… argh…”


“Those are all not bad things,” Eric grinned running his fingers sensuously over her body.


“Quit it!” she hissed out while swatting away his lingering hands. “You’ve proved the existence of your balls more than once tonight. Now is the time for the baby’s name… for once Stupid Sookie is ahead of us by being more prepared than we are. That is just too disturbing a thought to let stand.”


“People have been having babies for thousands of years,” he said soothingly kissing her angry little fingers with a small smirk. “We’ll figure it out.”


“We are not prescribing to the Eric Northman school of we’ll figure it out when we get there,” Sookie stated coolly. “Don’t think I’ve ever forgiven you for locking me up in your dungeon with no plan. Honestly how you made it this far with those impulses baffles me.”


The book in her hands was instantly grasped from her hands with a menacing growl as it was tossed unceremoniously across the room. “You bring it out in me,” he spoke evenly to her defiant glare. “Temptress that you are.”


“As if,” she huffed out. “You’re the one who did all the seducing and created just as much trouble as me. If you hadn’t gone all macho with the witches perhaps you would have walked out of that coven with your memories intact.”


“Maybe,” he shrugged not wishing to concede too much. “But then you would never have found me walking by the side of the road. The magic of the ordinary that will be our child would never have happened. Sometimes a gamble is worth the risk of losing everything. Sometimes you need to forget the experience of a thousand years to open up to that again. To recognise something as worthy as love again.”


“Is this what you have been telling yourself all these years?” she whispered as her fingers ran tenderly through his short hairs.


“I’ve been telling myself that for a lot longer but only you made me feel the necessity of it again,” he acknowledged. “I didn’t know how to love anymore till I wanted it. Had this child come about under different circumstances I’m not so sure I would have been the father Gunnar deserves.”


Sookie bristled a little again at the proposed name and presumption of the sex but chose to let slide when realising he was as scared as she with the prospect of suddenly becoming parents. “You’re going to be a great dad,” she said encouragingly. “There’s love in you for more than me.”


His shy smile hid among the sheets that covered her lower body as he kissed her empty stomach again, imagining what it would be like to see it filled with their child in what would only be an hour or so away.  “Are you ready?” he murmured softly as he sensed her trepidation about the upcoming night.


“I think so,” she returned absently before looking at his now confident eyes. “No, I know so. We’ll be fine, what we don’t know we’ll figure out along the way.”


He kissed her softly saving it to memory, the moment they were simply two for a while. “We have to get ready to leave if we want to make it there a little after sunset,” he informed with a slight regret that indicated the end of their evening and daylight tryst. After standing witness of her great grandfather’s and Pam’s exploits it had taken quite a lot of effort on Eric’s part to persuade her to partake into the expedition rediscovering his missing ball but  with a few choice licks and she was a quivering mess that remembered exactly where they had left off in a magical winter wonderland.


“Do you have anything I can wear?” Sookie requested as she nervously bit her lip. His thumb traced the bulging side with amusement.


“Always thought this shy part was attached to your humanity,” he mused. “You’re the one that covers the extremes.”


“You won’t miss me when I become her?


“You’re not going anywhere,” he returned confidently his fingers cupping her cheeks. “I always knew you were there, part of the whole.”


“You bring it out in me,” Sookie smiled with realisation. “She allowed me out with you.”


“I like to think we bring the best out in each other,” he smirked before speeding away and returning in seconds dangling a familiar dress from a rich velvet hanger that probably cost more than the dress ever did.


“You!” she accused with tears staining the corners of her eyes as her hands clasped the familiar white cotton fabric dotted with small red flowers. “I thought this was lost to that bitch maenad.”


“I saved it from the wreckage,” he informed smugly. “It’s been waiting for you ever since.”


“You never gave it to the other Sookie?”


“It somehow didn’t seem right anymore,” Eric replied simply warming her heart that even though he never rationally knew he was only dealing with Stupid Sookie that somehow instinctively he knew she wasn’t completely her.


“I don’t suppose you saved any underwear from the wreckage?” she asked for propriety’s sake.


“Nope.” When she petulantly crossed her arms with a huff he couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. “I thought you were the saucy one,” he teased while tossing her a towel.


They arrived a good half hour late as Fairy Sookie had taken on the challenge to show exactly how saucy she was during their joint shower. Thankfully the congregation consisting of Sookie’s loved ones and family had only just sat down toasting to the night when Eric, Pam and Niall walked into the lit up backyard. After some thought it was decided not to scare Stupid Sookie into labour at the sight of her mirror image so Fairy Sookie sat in the shadows of the trees with Dr. Ludwig who had been procured to look over pregnant Sookie until the baby was born. Eric had been happy to note that Human Sookie would have objected to the cost of it but Fairy Sookie had merely shrugged and agreed without argument.


At the sight of her great grandfather arriving with the extremely elegant Pamela Swynford de Beaufort on his arm accompanied by the illustrious Eric Northman had Stupid Sookie drop her glass of grape juice to the table staining the white tablecloth crimson. Nervous glances passed around the table but went completely unnoticed, like much did, by Sookie. With far too much spring in her step Sookie bounced over to the trio. Eric couldn’t help but beam at the sight of Sookie fully rounded with their child.


“Oh my gosh,” she gushed staring up into Eric with wide eyes one finger twirling in a lock of her hair. “I can’t believe ‘The Eric Northman’ is here at my little Thanksgiving Party. And you of course too Ms. Swynford de Beaufort, you always look so beautiful on TV.” Pam merely quirked her eyebrow up in question while Eric remained passively silent as he watched Stupid Sookie’s cheeks flush the same colour of the spilt tablecloth while she moved in closer into Eric, her hand trailing over his forearm as she demurely bit at her bottom lip, highly reminiscent of the Fairy that Eric had ravished not so long ago. It only caused Eric to be more confounded by the whole scene that was playing out in front of him.


Huskily she whispered hoping only he would overhear, “You know I heard rumours you live around here, feel free to drop in anytime.” To make her message even more suggestive and clear while trailing the outline of her enlarged breasts she spoke with a small moan, “And I mean anytime.”


“OH HELL NO!” Fairy Sookie screamed from the woods having overheard the entire conversation from her mind, her temper completely unbridled as Dr Ludwig desperately tried to stop her intent for a disaster course by latching on to her leg with little effect as the Fairy merely continued walking with the leech on her leg like it was a weightless infant holding on for dear life.


The long table full of people erupted in loud whispers and shock as they took in the second Sookie Stackhouse who yanked Eric firmly out of the pregnant one’s grasp. Ludwig quickly jumped off the Fairy Sookie train giving an unimpressed shrug to Niall’s glare. “I tried,” the doctor offered in a lacklustre explanation.


“What the hell is wrong with you? You giant ho bag slut!” Fairy Sookie shrieked before landing an extremely loud and hard slap across Stupid Sookie’s face, smacking all the lusty looks and thoughts out of her. The table and all onlookers fell to silence after a chorus of gasps with the sight and sound of the confrontation. Eric instantly had his arms around Fairy Sookie, locking her arms to her side in order to prevent her from doing any further damage, he simply couldn’t stomach the sight of any Sookie in pain. No matter which one, he loved them both. Tears escaped from Fairy Sookie’s eyes as she sensed it through their shared bond, her body slumping into his with the realisation that made her hurt and love him more all at the same time.


“Well that was anticlimactic,” Pam drawled out with the disappointment that the bitch smacking session was over so soon. “May I have go?” Niall gave her an admonishing look where her lip upturned in response.


Willa came to support the Stupid Sookie who was still stuck in a daze from her sudden assault and the one who had landed the blow. “What the hell is wrong with me?” Fairy Sookie whispered in her confinement.


“You were upset that your other half would come on to me,” Eric explained patiently.


“No not me,” Fairy Sookie voiced, “The other me. Her, she only knows you from TV. It’s like she never met you two before.”


Fairy Sookie wiggled herself from Eric’s arms assuring him she was calm and in control again, her hand reached out tenderly to caress the reddened cheek that she had induced on her other half. A slight wince was exhaled with the touch before Fairy Sookie sank into her mind. With a gasp she stepped back into Eric’s hard chest again.


“She’s been glamoured,” Fairy Sookie said, her eyes standing white with shock. “A lot. Like Ginger a lot.”


“You are certain of this?” Eric questioned, having simply always taken Sookie at her word that this was an impossibility, after finding her unresponsive the first night they met. He supposed that perhaps it was something only afforded to the Fairy inside of her.


Fairy Sookie nodded with conviction as the other her merely stared dumbfounded in gentle Willa’s arms. “Who the hell did this to her?” the Fairy demanded eying all the vampires present, her eyes resting a fraction longer on Pam.


“It was me Eric,” his child confessed in a whisper only the supernatural that were present could hear. Eric probed the severed tie that once bound her to him and found not an ounce of guilt for her actions. His hands were around her throat in an instant as he shoved her against the side of the house not caring that he broke several wooden boards in the process. It was taking every ounce of his well-honed restraint to not squeeze that smidgen harder at which her head would be dislodged from her body. His jaw was set tight as he gritted, “Explain.”


A/N: In Pam’s defence I will say this, “Read carefully.” Stupid Sookie will now be known as Pregnant Sookie as she really is a bit of a victim in all this too… got any issues take it up with Bill 😉 this is my supernatural soap opera after all…. 






Chapter 15 – Deception




Galatea’s Descent: Chapter 14 is here plus a fixin’!

Godric’s come for an impromptu visit and it’s enlightening… as is the aftermath of last week’s events, check out chapter 14 here… Next Fixin’ is below…

I have mentioned before that trawling comments sections gives me plenty of ammunition and I figured I’d share the one I found here with this fixin’… you see I tend to tune out whenever there’s B/S dialogue which meant despite my memory that is akin to an elephants I completely missed this gem… and I definitely needed to rectify that tomb stone inscription 🙂 but like the disco ending, my typing fingers had the sneaky wiles to transform this into something else because of the geography…




“Pamela just find the damn jar already!” Eric growled out impatiently.


“I’m looking alright!” she snapped back. “Fucking Ginger, leaving me to deal with this mess.”


“Where did she go?” Eric asked as it was the first time he realised that the eternal piece of chewed out gum to his shoe seemed to be missing that night.


“She left a note,” Pam returned dismissively. “Something about leaving on a high note and becoming a lumberjack. Here.” She thrust the elaborate crystal jar into his waiting hands.


“Finally,” he grumbled out. “All the arrangements are set?”


“Yes, Master,” Pam returned sardonically with a roll of her eyes but by the time they settled back to their normal stance he had already disappeared from view.



“You’re here quick,” Sookie noted as she threw open the door only just freshly showered from the remnants of Bill goo. “Thanks for coming. Please come in.”


“I got your messages,” he said while handing over the jar that once held Talbot’s remains to which Bill had now been carefully tipped into. “I just don’t understand why you wish to take ‘Bill’ to Dallas.”


“Bill never got to go to Six Flags,” she spoke casually over her shoulder as he followed her into the house. “Hoyt and Jessica liked the idea of going back there for their honeymoon, it all started there for them. It just made sense in the moment. Have you been?”


“Pam made me go once,” Eric acknowledged of the theme park. “There was an eatery called Pink Things she wanted to go to, so we ended up dining there.”


“You don’t eat,” Sookie said in confusion before it dawned on her what dining meant to him. “Oh.”


Pam had been impeccable with her arrangements and it made Eric wonder why he had allowed her to delegate everything to Ginger all these years and he sent a little prayer to the poor bearded lumberjacks who were now stuck with her. Hoyt and Jessica were ecstatic in their discovery of the park and its rides, though Sookie clearly remembered Hoyt’s presence the one time she had visited Six Flags. Jessica’s glamour had apparently eradicated that memory too, most likely since it was so intrinsically linked to Jason. She didn’t give it much thought as she didn’t feel like begrudging them a whole host of firsts.


Like Bill, Jessica had never got to go to the famous theme park and was insistent on riding all the rides with childish glee. Eric reluctantly paid for all the morbid photos of the three of them clutching onto the Jar-o-Bill with giant smiles as he sat out most of the rides. For a vampire who could fly at dazzling speeds there was little thrill in such things. Added to that there was much to contemplate with his newfound lease on life.


Sookie too had to admit that since Eric had taken her for that short flight in Bon Temps there was little fun to be had here. In comparison to her teenage memories she found little joy of what once was there. She left the newlyweds to seek out Eric instead when they insisted on repeating the latest ride.


“Hey,” she greeted softly before sitting beside him on the lonely bench he had been occupying with his thoughts.


“Having fun?”


“Not really,” she confessed to which he remained silent and merely observed her with a sideways glance. “Just different when you come somewhere for the second time round.”


“I know what you mean,” he returned with a small sigh which made her look at the company beside her more closely. It revealed the face of a man who once knelt on a rooftop not too far away from where they were sitting now.


“Eric, I didn’t think,” Sookie gasped with realisation as she reached for his hand, offering the same comfort she had in the moments before his maker met his end. “I’m so sorry. My god, I even demanded we stayed at the same hotel. I’m a horrible person.”


“You’re not,” Eric offered knowingly as he ran his free hand soothingly over her cheek. “You’re just grieving. Makes you forget the people around you sometimes.”


“No,” she whispered. “I’ve been weighed down by guilt. I thought coming here would make things right. Fix things somehow.”


“Take a bit of advice from an old man Sookie,” Eric smirked as she scooted herself closer to him. “Only by becoming a maker can you personally circumvent the certainty of death. For the rest we just have to lay back and sit out the ride. It’s not always up to us. People you love leave.”


“I don’t know if I can accept that,” she sniffed as a treacherous tear travelled down her face. “He didn’t have to leave, I did everything in my power to make him stay. I did things with him I vowed never to do again. I slept with him. All in a plea to keep him here.” Eric’s brow quirked slightly with that, though it merely confirmed an assumption but the disgust in her voice put their renewed relations in a new light to him. “I stopped being me for him. I nearly gave up everything that made me who I am for him. I couldn’t deal with the thought of losing one more. I’m just so sick of everyone dying.”


Eric continued his silence and merely wiped away at the tears before they were given a chance to fall. “It’s what you did for me isn’t it?” she suddenly said while observing the care in his eyes when the quiet lasted too long. “You stopped being you for me, doing everything to keep me safe. And in the end you laid back and sat out the ride. Why?”


“I hope I would,” he recited from a long lost memory which had them as physically close as they were now. “I I hope I will. ‘Cause that day’s gonna come, and I wanna be still feeling this, now. I want to so, so bad.”

“You held out for hope?”


“Hope’s a bitch,” he acknowledged regretfully. “I wanted to keep on feeling what I felt then. What you felt for me. What I feel whenever you’re around. Even when you don’t. I’m sorry I’m not ready to let go.”


“By Bill’s logic the noble thing to do right now, would be for me to kill myself,” she said with a small sigh as the strain that held her tense shoulders fell.


“It’s a good thing I never fell in love with Bill then,” he jested which finally allowed her to crack a smile.


“I thought you two had a bit of a fling at the authority,” she joked back.


“The closest we came was fooling around in the trunk of a car before our impending deaths,” Eric smirked. “It was a very brief bromance that I desperately wish to forget.”


“Seems all of Bill’s relationships were short lived,” Sookie noted more seriously. “Ours too for that matter.” He simply nodded in agreement as their hands intertwined with the thought of that loss.


“Want to go for a ride?”


“I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet. With you,” she said alluding to a different kind of ride than he was initially offering, her hand, however, remained unwilling to let go of his when he tried to break the intimate connection in accordance with her statement. “But I’ll take a tour of the night sky.”


“What about Jessica and Hoyt?”


“They’re still blinded by newfound love,” she shrugged. “Won’t even notice that we’re gone.”


A secluded spot was found where Eric proceeded to pick her up bridal style and launched them into the night sky. It was a more impressive sight than Bon Temps due to the sheer amount of lights in the metropolitan area. When dawn neared a familiar rooftop greeted them while descending down.


“You know I wasn’t ready to let go either,” Sookie offered to the stoically silent vampire next to her who looked down at her curiously, temporarily removing his gaze from the ledge where Godric last stood. “I could let go of my Gran, Alcide and even Bill. But I couldn’t let go of my light. You know why?”


“Why?” he repeated softly.


“You made me see there was more to me,” she explained. “A side of me left completely unexplored.”


“Fairy Sookie,” he acknowledged. “I like her.”


“Me too,” she agreed. “I believe you once said she has a warrior’s heart.”


“That’s all of you. You gave comfort to a wounded man you barely knew more than once,” Eric voiced with a slight strain. “Your compassion is your greatest gift. My maker would not have found joy in the end if it weren’t for you. Peace. I don’t know what his death looked like but I felt it. I felt your presence in him and he was happy in passing.”


“I wanted to go to you after, offer you word of comfort,” Sookie admitted after explaining the beauty of Godric’s death. It made her realise in what stark contrast it stood to Bill’s demise. One fell to darkness while the other found light. “I even dreamt about it. I blamed your blood at the time but now I think it was merely my subconscious.”


“Guilt,” he said in recognition. “Still feel it for Bill?”


“No,” she exhaled with a slight sense of relief. “He wasn’t like Godric. Your maker was selfless, wanted better for this world. I can’t agree with him that it’s better without him, but to him it is. Somehow I can respect that. Godric knew what he was, a creature of darkness and he took the accountability. Bill wanted to be human again. He thought he could find it through me but instead a disease granted him that. Not me, he was selfish with his refusal of the cure. It returned him to mortality. That’s what he was seeking all along.”


“An end.”


Sookie nodded as her hand squeezed his cool one as it had yet to leave the initial grasp of earlier that night. “Is that what you feel around me?” she asked with a hint of insecurity. “A chance at redemption, the path to your end? What you are unable to let go.”


“No,” he answered firmly while staring her down intently. “I told you what I wanted once before.”


Everything,” she paraphrased reminding herself of the arrogant and presumptuous Eric she met shortly after her return from Faery.


“No,” he repeated sternly, reminding her of the plea from the man without his memories. “Forever.”


“There’s no such thing as forever. Everything ends.”


“I can’t accept that.”


Before she could protest that claim his mouth was pressing on hers, waiting for her to speak or reciprocate. Demanding a definitive decision from her. Hesitation hung heavy between them before her body moulded into his as Sookie decided she wasn’t one to accept that either. Never would, never could. They were the lone survivors that stuck out the fight when everyone else abandoned the battlefield. Warriors by hand and by heart. The ones that never could say goodbye, fighting till the end. Only in a moment of defeat by an equal foe would death come, in standing on that rooftop together they recognised that unparalleled adversary in the other. She finally understood what he meant. Everything. Forever.


One set of lips explored the feel of the other, hands finally let go of each other in respite to rediscover a once familiar body to deepen an ignited kiss. Cupping, caressing and simply holding for fear that this might be taken from them again. Only the warning of an encroaching sun forced them apart along with a gasp for breath.


This time instead of staying behind to watch the sun rise she followed him down the set of metal stairs. He hesitated slightly in front of his hotel room door, not quite sure whether she would follow him in. In attempt to stall possible rejection he asked, “What were you planning to say to me in comfort when my maker passed?”


Sookie rested her hand atop his cautious one over the engaged doorknob that merely needed a push to allow entrance into the room. She gave a nudge that had them both moving over the threshold while her gaze looked upon his vulnerable one as she offered, “Sometimes an end is merely a beginning.”

A/N: There was a little reference to Dexter’s season finale in so bonus points if you caught that 🙂






Chapter 14 – Want

Galatea’s Descent: Chapter 13 is up and the next fixin’!

So Pamelus Interruptus was clearing off the mantle of her fireplace in order to house her cockblocker of the year award but let’s just see how thankful she’ll be for that in chapter 13

Speaking of thanks, below is the next Thanksgiving Fixin’ which was inspired by Denis O’Hare’s (who played Russell) suggested ending, which was a bad disco ending. I loved the concept although my initial inception of a campy glampy and vampy ending sort of morphed into something else.Find the article here and rest assured I will not be exploring Steve Newlin’s preferred ending.

Little warning I followed canon quite closely on this so I had to be nice about certain people… just remember I’m not so nice about them in other fics so stop accusing me of being kind and forgiving to certain characters. 😉



The last of Sookie’s guests had departed into the night while she cleared away the remnants of the gathering that had taken place. Her kitchen was a bomb site and as nice as it was for her new neighbour to deep fry the turkey she shuddered with the thought of having to clean the spilled grease all over her porch. Brett was a tough friend to sell to the rest of Bon Temps but it couldn’t be helped that he had been the one to buy the repossessed Compton estate. Bill apparently forgot to mention that he was living off of advances of his next books that he never wrote and within weeks of his death Jessica was evicted without pardon. So Sookie always made sure to be extra nice and affectionate to the newcomer but the rest of the community had yet to warm to the softly spoken man.


A gust of wind swept at her thighs billowing the skirt of her dress, her mood instantly lifted with the sensation. “You’re here!” she exclaimed with glee not expecting the sight of him this early.


Without words and an admonishing look he removed the stack of plates from her arms as she shyly looked away with the guilt over breaking the promise that she would not exert herself too much tonight. Eric pulled her into his arms wrapping his body round the two most important beating hearts in his life humming contentedly. “I made it out as fast as I could. I know tonight is important to you, it’s not every year you celebrate Thanksgiving on Halloween night.”


“Thank you,” she smiled before demanding a hello kiss which she quickly received as did her bulging belly. “Remind me next time I’m pregnant to stop trying to rearrange holidays because the actual day is your scheduled C-section.”


“I think I already told you this before,” he smirked smugly. “Sorry I missed the dinner here but Halloween without vampires is like Christmas without Santa.”


“I know,” Sookie said with a small sigh as she followed him into their home. “But at least you made it for the party at Bellefleur’s. Did you bring your costume?”


“I’m a vampire,” Eric responded dryly. “This is my costume.”


“Things are just that easy for you aren’t they?”


“As long as they’re easy with you,” he smiled and placed a soft kiss to her forehead. “Ready to go?”



“Something’s off,” Sookie said as Eric helped her out of their car outside of Bellefleur’s.


“Magic,” Eric acknowledged while directing her to the entrance.


“Holly always says the veil between the living and the dead is the thinnest on Halloween.”


Sookie grabbed onto Eric tightly when they entered in the smoky and dimly lit room. The reflections of the disco ball scattered around the room along to the sounds of the seventies. “I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore,” Eric grinned as they took in the people around them in full disco regalia. Mysteriously they too had changed into such costume once they had crossed the threshold.


“Eric look!” Sookie said with great excitement as she spotted a couple doing the hustle. The woman was breath-taking in her prime where Sookie had only ever seen the mature beauty of it. “It’s Gran and…”


“Godric,” Eric supplied in equal shock. In the excitement of their shared dance neither one noticed the blonde couple staring with the jaws hanging low at the sight before them but before neither one could utter a word before an ancient vampire had sidled in and stolen Sookie away for a dance.


“My my Ms Stackhouse I see you finally found your way to your Viking,” Russell grinned with delight. “Little cardamom bun in the oven and all. Took you long enough.”


“Well there were always these old and insane vampires trying to kill us all the time,” she quipped back. “I see you have your Talbot back.”


“Yes,” he grinned following her gaze to the corner of the room where his progeny blew them both a kiss which Russell returned before dropping his voice to a whisper, “Please just don’t tell him about Steve, such a tender heart my Talbot. We only just made up.”


Sookie nodded in agreement and soon felt a strong hand resting on her shoulder, “Mind if I cut in?” a familiar husky voice spoke.


“Alcide,” Sookie sighed as she turned around immediately falling into his familiar embrace. His bare chest was just as warm and comforting as she remembered but the body glitter was new. As was what could only be described as a pornstache. “I’m so sorry.”


“Don’t cry honeybun,” he soothed. “It’s all good. You got what you wanted. I’m happy you are where you are now. Even with Eric.”


“But you died,” she sobbed softly. “Because of me.”


“Don’t get me wrong,” Alcide offered. “It was a shock to the system at first but I’m in a better place. I’m not worried about what I am anymore. I just am…”


“You’re an angel,” Sookie said with sudden realisation only taking in the white wings protruding from his back in that moment. She had vaguely taken in the feather halo over his head as a costume but now she saw he was the real deal.


“We prefer Guardians,” he smirked. “Little more manly don’t you think? I already put in the paperwork for the little one in there.” In response to his declaration the baby inside her happily kicked through her stomach lining against the strong muscle of his hand.


“You were always too good for this world,” Sookie sighed as her eyes travelled to a corner of the bar where she saw Eric happily reunite with his maker and vampire sister. By the looks of it the teasing of the soon to be father had already begun. Her eyes finally rested on a radiant brunette carrying similar, yet daintier, versions of the white feathered wings behind the slowly dancing shapes of Terry and Arlene. “Ava,” Alcide informed with the face of a man who was clearly smitten. Sookie could only smile wide with recognition of what that meant for him before she was carried away by the persistent hand of her Gran.


They passed a table where Bill Compton sat with his wife and children eating a family meal. He sat at the head engaging the children into telling him a story. A brief look of recognition passed between Sookie and her first love and in that moment Sookie understood the man who sat there was one she had never got to meet. As much as he had tried he had never been this human with her. This was the man he had always sought and she had only ever seen glimpses off. Understanding resided between them as he gave her a small nod as his hand clasped over that of his wife’s while Jessica, Hoyt and Maxine Fortenberry joined in at their table. Sookie smiled brightly at the sight and with a small wave disappeared from his view.


“Come on child,” Gran encouraged when Sookie’s eyes seemed to linger a little long on the small crowd that were living it up on the pool table. Lafayette, Jesus and Tara were surrounded by a writhing crowd grooving to ‘Le Freak’ as they were joined by Pam and Franklin Mott. Within seconds the latter was staked by the former. Her best friend gave her a wink and mouthed ‘love you’ before Gran carried her away through the heavy smoke to her final destination. Past the beaded curtains they descended into a sunken sofa where a tear stained Eric sat with a blonde couple and a young girl whose family resemblance could not be missed. “I thought it time we all met each other’s family,” Adele encouraged.


On the opposite couch sat her parents and grandfather Earl catching up with Jason, Bridgette and their kids. Eric reached for her hand pulling her into his lap as he introduced her to his parents.


“So this is the woman who managed to convince my son there was more to life than spending it between a women’s thighs,” Ulfrik jested.


“I fear there is little distracting him from that with this one,” Godric said with a wink to Sookie as he joined them causing her to blush profusely in front of her parents in law.


“Don’t listen to them,” Astrid spoke kindly. “There is nothing more pleasing than to see my Eric so happy with a woman he can love. It is to our great pride that you carry forth our name as will this child. We never thought we would see the day that he would be happily hitched.”


“Only took him a thousand years,” Eric’s father grumbled that was soon followed by a hearty laugh as he slapped his son’s back good naturedly. “But I see why he waited so long, truly no other woman would ever be able to tame our boy like you have. Now he knows what it is to share your heart.” With his last sentence a look travelled between him and his wife that spoke volumes to that testament.


Eric softly kissed Sookie’s temple while rubbing his hand over the life that bound the people in this room together in acknowledgement of that statement. Much of the night was spent talking, remembering their shared pasts as an assortment of people came and went till the sun started calling to attention. Tears marred faces with the necessary goodbyes before they made their way through the emptied bar. Sookie squeezed Eric’s hand as they looked upon the loved ones one last time in the space that spoke of the remnants of the party that had taken place. A few bodies rested their heavy heads in uncomfortable positions, near comatose with the intensity of the night. White powder sprinkled the floor among the scattered Polaroids portraying bright happy faces. The disco ball slowed to a halt as the last of the music died down. With the onset of silence Sookie and Eric reverted to the appearances they carried when they came in and the people waving them goodbye disappeared from view.


The ride home was silent as they tried to take in the unexpected experience. They hardly had a minute to spare before Eric had to speed down into the lower light tight level of their home. A quick kiss was shared before Sookie remembered she forgot her purse in the car. She found him ready and waiting for her in bed uploading all the pictures they had taken that night, thankful that the magic that had made the night possible could be registered in this manner. After freshening up and pulling on a nightgown she edged in beside him. He was staring at a photograph of his younger sister, a girl he only knew for mere months. Sookie closed the laptop and set it aside. She looked up at him as a look of understanding travelled between them both solving months of arguments as his hand rested atop the child that was restless inside her.


“Eyja,” she offered.


A small tear travelled down his eye upon hearing the name of his sister spoken with such warmth for the first time in a thousand years. A name whose memory had haunted him for so long. He nodded and confirmed, “Eyja.”








Chapter 13 – Need



Galatea’s Descent: Chapter 12 is ready!

For those of you haven’t taken notice yet I am using the announcement post to my chapters to quickly fix the ‘Thank You’ finale, this one is more an explanation to how this show veered of course. Special thanks to msbuffy on this one who always entertains and encourages my twisted humour in the comments section of which this story flowed from. You can find the other fixin’s here under Thanksgiving Fixin’s. The next chapter for Galatea’s Descent can be found here or at the links on the bottom.



“Pamela?” Eric’s stern voice commanded. “Who the fuck has been messing with my scripts?”


His progeny barely looked up, too engrossed in combing her personal lookalike’s hair. The likeness was striking, of course she would always remain far better looking than the doll but she had to admit it was great fun to dress the Barbie doll in all the different outfits on her desk. They had come to the decision to act out the show with dolls as every actor and actress up for the part of Eric or Sookie was vetoed by one or the other when their significant other held an appreciative eye for a performer. There was no way in hell Pam was going to allow ugly people on her cast. Well that’s what she had told her maker and his bonded, of course Pam had a stable of the most attractive actors ready and waiting but they’d be long gone, fucking each other’s brain out all over the world before they would notice.


“Pamela,” her maker repeated with a menacing growl that finally had her averting eyes upwards. “My scripts?”


“They’re on your desk,” she returned dismissively.


Eric took an unneeded breath and counted to ten before his tone was calm enough again. “Someone has been messing with my scripts. Again,” he seethed while tossing the thick stack of papers onto her ridiculously pink desk. “You’re supposed to be head bitch in charge here and all you seem to be doing is playing with these dolls.”


“But they’re so cute Eric,” she gushed waving the downsized version of him excitedly. “Look at little Eric in his little leather jacket.”


“There is nothing little about me!” the almighty and virile Viking sneered before departing her office. “Find the fucker who is messing with my scripts!”


“Cry baby,” Pam muttered to his departing form while reaching for the altered script.


“I heard that!”


“Bite me!”


Her speedy eyes started grazing the pages watching as the careful craftsmanship of Eric’s words were being violated by a certain ghost writer. It wasn’t a hard guess who the ghost may be, the fucker would be decidedly dead soon enough.


“What the fuck is wrong with him,” Pam uttered to herself as she walked to the source of the problem who occupied the smallest office at the end of the hall. “She uses that fairy light of hers and he turns human? As if! What’s next they run off into the sunset together and he doesn’t burn?”


She groaned when the ridiculously predictable ending appeared on the next page, he wasn’t even original enough to make it proverbial. “Cocksucker Compton!” Pam yelled into the empty office. She should have been coloured surprised by that fact, except that she wasn’t and knew exactly where to find the weasily slimeball.  Hanging over Sookie’s desk. As always. And as always she was too polite to send him off. Apparently the clear distancing line marked out on the floor and the ‘Fuck off Compton’ sign Eric installed held no meaning to the Civil War vet.


Pam wasted no time dragging him by his ridiculously casual Henley shirt and tossed him into the bathrooms. The blonde vampire remarked again the office was nice and all but it really was missing a good torture dungeon. Humans, however, were predictable enough to be disgusting when it came to these quarters so it worked in a pinch.


“I swear to Satan himself you constipated fuck if you mess with the scripts one more time I’ll stake you myself. Press tour be damned,” she yelled out at the shivering vamp. “You can’t even get a fucking Starbucks order right what makes you think you can write a decent ending? The only ending you’ll ever be able to perform is your fucking self! And you’d probably fuck that up too!”


“I’m…” he started in defence but a sharp jab of her pumps silenced him instantly.


“I don’t fucking want to hear it,” Pam raged. “See that porcelain throne, better get used to it. That’s the only one you’ll ever sit on again with a crown atop your head ever again. You’re on cleaning duty and I’m fucking ordering Mexican for the humans.”


“But I have no cleaning supplies.”


A single brow raised pointedly as she continued to look down on the whimpering fool. She considered giving him another well aimed kick of the pump but instead she raised two forefingers in front of her mouth, splayed wide and waggled her tongue at him provocatively. “Better get creative Bill.”


A nervous gulp drank down his throat before giving a submissive nod as his tongue darted out and wiped at the porcelain bowl. The blonde vampiress spun on her heels exciting the disgusting room yelling for her inept assistant, “Ginger! Bring round my car I need to drain a fucking donor!” After all that work Pam really did think she deserved a night on the town, LA sure beat bumfuck, Louisiana. “And a mani-pedi!”


“Did she fall for it,” Sookie whispered to Eric under Pam’s desk.


He listened to the departing clacks of her expensive footwear before giving the affirmative nod.


“Look at us we’re so cute,” she said excitedly holding up their counterpart dolls. It was a mystery to them both why no one recognised that they were clearly the matching set of the lot.


“I’m not cute,” Eric grumbled.


“Handsome then,” she corrected before offering a conciliatory kiss. “Hey you have no penis. It’s just plastic underwear. You never wear underwear.”


“You have no holes,” he complained as he lifted up the dress on the Sookie doll. “How are they supposed to have sex?”


“Well when I was little we just did this,” Sookie said with a small demonstration of writhing dolls.


“That’s ridiculous,” Eric retorted with a roll of his eyes. “Let’s show them how it’s done.”


“Eric,” Sookie hissed. “This is Pam’s office.”


“Exactly,” he returned with a waggle of his brow.


“Oh…” Before managing to give her affirming reply his lips already silenced any sound that would further pass hers. When he finally let her up for some much needed air she managed to stammer out between fleeting moans, “hey Eric how’s the show going to end?”


“Who the fuck cares?” he said between pronounced kisses as his hands travelled all over her body.


“Well I’m curious.”


“We end up together, laughing, fucking and killing the occasional fairy.”


“So pretty much what we do now?” Sookie breathed out.


“Yes,” Eric confirmed. “Who cares how it ends as long as we end up fucking under this table, on top of it against the wall and you know I’m fucking you up against that giant window.”


“Eri-” her protests were instantly absorbed by his mouth again and her body soon complied with his every wish as his tongue stroked her into submission. While the two eternally insatiable lovers continued their play on the fluorescent pink carpet the intern Frian Fuckner, Bill’s personal recruit, stealthily entered the room and stole away the final script to add to the altered stack he already ‘wrote’. His beady little eyes gleamed with the power he now exerted as he crawled behind his computer and in the cover of darkness wrote what he considered his magnum opus and clicked send, delivering irreparable damage in the end.



Chapter 12 – Breakdown



Galatea’s Descent: Chapter 10 is up!

now last week had some of you wondering what was a dream and what wasn’t…




sorry Eric but a lot of it was…




so to make up for that fact we’re going dancing…




(yeah I know not exactly dancing but this was the closest approximation of Sookie and Eric doing anything leisurely on TB… go figure) but we’re heading over to Fangtasia to do so…




well since no one else is there because the place is closed it’s just Eric doing just that…




and perhaps Sookie too… just a smidge…






you’ll need that at the end… onwards…




Chapter 10 – Parade

Galatea’s Descent: Chapter 8 is up!

So this has nothing to do with the upcoming chapter but I think you’ll appreciate it anyhow…

Anyone following It’s Already Gone knows I boast of my psychic abilities in the comment section… now I wasn’t far off with the timing but unfortunately Bill’s death doesn’t seem to be coming at little Mikey’s hands with a toothpick, but beggars can’t be choosers…




while on the subject of the *gag* loveable Bill *gag* can I please note that it’s highly annoying that whenever I search for a Bill Compton picture (ick) for a character banner Google suggests I meant ‘Bill Compton’s chest’ instead (double ick)


anyways back to this story that is decidedly a Bill free zone for now…


Sookie needs to learn a bit about her light….




don’t ask me why but there’s stormtroopers of the non gay kind….




but mostly it’s this…




and Pam throws in her two cents…







Chapter 8 – Recalibrate