Thanksgiving Fixin’s 1-3





Eric flew in with great haste cursing himself for arriving so late as he took in the tastefully decorated table from the sky as it was filled with the most important people in Sookie’s life. Finding her eyes instantly his worried hands travelled over her protruding belly without pause.


“You made it,” she smiled gratefully trying to avert the concern in his eyes. She was taking on too much in the last trimester but there was little that could dissuade the unstoppable force known as Sookie Stackhouse. It didn’t stop him from reminding her at every turn and threatening to call Dr Ludwig on her.


“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he returned before greeting everyone at the table. He grabbed a chair placing it strategically between himself and the man at the head of the table. “What is the sperm donor doing in my seat,” he whispered with a hint of annoyance to her ears.


“Hush now,” she returned at his lack of manners. “It took a lot of work locating someone in your direct genetic line, the least we can offer him is a home cooked meal.”


Eric grumbled a little as he warily eyed the man that resembled more of the werewolf and despicable Compton than any of his own looks. His eyes decided to travel to the life that was growing in her belly instead that despite altered genetics smelt of both of them while a contented heartbeat thundered aloud. He sighed, not in resignation but in gratitude a fitting feeling at this American feast after all. He was thankful for everyone at the table, including the one in his seat. So what if their child might resemble one of her exes in looks, the child would be theirs and anyone who would suggest otherwise would not only fear the scorn of his wrath but Sookie’s too.






It was probably the worst place to be on the night before Thanksgiving, Walmart. Sometimes schedules only afforded so much, so here she was waddling down the aisle shopping list in one hand while her bump practically pushed the cart forward with a little bit of strength from the other arm. Her brows furrowed as she took in the sheer volume of things she would need and questioning once again what frame of mind she was in to be hosting such an elaborate dinner for so many people when she was just about to pop and not in the fairy way. It was because of her internal musings and general lack of attention that had Sookie colliding with a solid unidentified object. Without thought the list was dropped and her hands immediately fell into protection of the precious bump before she ever managed to register what she had hit.


“Sookie?” an oddly familiar voice asked.


“Eric,” she smiled. “Long time no see.”


“Indeed,” he returned with a sultry smile. “I have been mainstreaming.”


“You haven’t changed a bit,” Sookie admonished in return shaking her head along with the playfulness of his words. Whenever Eric saw her he never quite relented making fun of the ex that had introduced them to each other. It kept his memory alive without it becoming a downtrodden affair.


“You have,” the blonde Viking said pointing to the large bump. “How is the rent-a-womb business?”


“I do quite well,” she quipped back. “Who knew a part fairy woman is the perfect gestational womb for the two natured? It beats working for Arlene.”


“And how is scufflebeard?”


“He makes a decent deep fried turkey so I guess he gets to stay…” she returned testily. “What are you doing here anyways Mr Northman?”


“Seeing to the New Blood display,” he offered gesturing at the giant display that put the Pyramids of Giza to shame.


“Right Mr Moneybags. How could I forget I see that cheesy grin of yours everywhere these days,” Sookie said as she attempted to do the impossible by picking up her fallen grocery list but before she could even bend at the knee he had already picked it up and out of her grasp. Her protests fell on deaf ears as a weary eyed employee was set to task to fetch all her groceries in an instant.


“No dessert?” he questioned with a piqued brow as he mentally recalled her list. “Perhaps I should bring you some. I am wondering where you left my invitation to this fantastical feast that Willa won’t shut up about.”


“I figured you were too busy,” she said with a hint of embarrassment. “But if you like you’re more than welcome to come. Pam too of course.” No matter how many years passed the smallest plea that she would ever afford him in those hypnotising eyes had him weak in the knees.


“Tell you what, you get rid of scufflebeard at the end of the night and I’ll swoop in with dessert.”


Her eyes lit up with excitement, “Well his use does sort of end after the meal.”


“Excellent I will see you then, I have to get back to work.”


“Sure,” she returned before giving him a small wave and sought out the man who now navigated her cart. At his insistence she sat and waited at the cash register while her order was trussed up and bagged and her payment was waived. She sighed with a hint of annoyance at Eric’s high handed ways but in the spirit of Thanksgiving decided to let it slide this once. Thankfully she was able to man her cart to her car assuring the employees she was perfectly capable of transferring a few grocery bags into the boot without aggrieving the illustrious Mr Northman.


She wasn’t surprised to find the overbearing vampire leaning against her car sporting a mischievous grin to match. Without a word he transferred the groceries into the car as she sat down into the driver’s seat thankful to let up her feet.


With one hand still on the car he leaned in and gave her a deep kiss on the mouth as the other caressed the life inside her tummy. “How are my two favourite girls?” Eric murmured as he continued to kiss down the length of her neck before showering her swollen stomach with kisses as she gasped for air.


“Content as always,” Sookie replied. “Hey what about Pam?”


“Not a favourite girl tonight,” he explained.


“Does that mean what I think it means?” she asked excitedly.


“Yeah,” Eric answered happily. “She’ll be making you two pecan pies, a peach cobbler and the obligatory pumpkin pie.”


“With nutmeg?”


“With nutmeg,” he assured. It was a dumbfounding discovery to Sookie that Pam could bake, she was quite the domestic goddess although she killed anyone who knew that about her. Whenever her petulance broke out it proved to be quite the effective punishment to dole out and Sookie happily reaped the rewards of her baking skills. It was sacrilege for her to even to think it, never would she ever admit it aloud, but Pam’s baking repertoire was better than her Gran’s. It only made sense that the evil spawn made sinfully delicious things.


“Thank god,” Sookie said in relief. “Scufflebeard may be a professional private chef but he can’t bake a thing if his life depends on it. Can I please have my kitchen back after Thanksgiving? You know how I feel about live in staff.”


“We’ve discussed this,” Eric returned sternly as he carefully tried to avoid the pouty face that had him giving in way too easily. “He’s staying till you’re fully recovered after our baby is born. Ludwig warned you about moving about too much. You should have sent him to do the groceries instead.”


“I know,” she moaned with her bottom lip jutting out again. “I just wanted to see you. It’s been so long.”


“It’s been two days,” he corrected before softening his tone. “But it’s nice to see you too. Once the meeting is done tomorrow night I’ll be all yours for the next couple of months. Ok? Nothing to distract me from my two favourite girls.”


“Ok,” Sookie said with mild resignation before sticking out her lips again in demand of another kiss which he was all too happy to accommodate. “So I’ll see you after.”




“With dessert?”


“With dessert.”



“Why is he sitting there?” Niall said pointedly while gesturing at the man sitting idly at the head of the table outside who was picking at his teeth with the carving knife.


“Because he has the best set of biceps. And he cooked the turkey, so he gets to sit at the top.”


“But I’m the prince of Fairy Raelm,” he said with confusion “I’m the eldest here.”


“If you’re gonna keep this up you can sit at the top of the kid’s table,” Sookie warned as she was stirring three different sauces at the same time. Frankly she’d much rather see turkey fryer gone soon too. A pregnant telepath dating was the worst combination she had discovered yet. He was friendly for a while but now his mind was revealing that he was only attracted to the milk that came from her breasts. Thank god they never even so much as kissed.


Then he had offered to cook the turkey for her so she figured his nasty thoughts owed her that much. Besides from the numerous guests that were coming not one of them had offered to help her prepare this elaborate feast because Sookie damn well took care of everybody all the time and no one gave it a single thought that this was all too much for a woman who was about to give birth any moment from now.


“Do they at least get spaghetti,” Niall grumbled.


“No,” Sookie yelled in agitation of her situation. “No more spaghetti for you,”


“I don’t like him,” the fairy prince continued to whine. “And I don’t like him for you.”


“You don’t like anyone for me!”


“I like the Northman,” he said in defiance


“I’m well aware,” she griped as she apologetically rubbed over her belly. It couldn’t be blamed for the troublesome relationship with the Viking father. Niall could, his preference for the ancient vampire had him weaving all sort of spells of which this was his most invasive yet. It was like he was orchestrating a soap opera with his great grandchild. Sookie sighed once more wondering why he couldn’t just be like other people’s elderly relatives and just stalk her on Facebook instead.


“I took the courtesy of inviting him you know,” Niall said off handed.


“You did what?” Sookie returned incensed.


“And that charming Pamela too,” he continued completely ignoring her discontent. “She really knows how to rev my engine.”


“Gah!” Sookie reacted with horror forcing down the bile at the mere thought. “I don’t want to know these things about you.”


“Why not?” the prince shrugged as he continued to search through her cabinets for a pack of spaghetti. He was hoping she had the one in a can, those were his favourite. “Ms de Beaufort says that Dear Abby insists you be truthful with your children about your sex life. It’s all about establishing healthy communication.”


“Please stop,” Sookie exhaled in exasperation. “I’ll do anything you ask.”


“Excellent,” Niall smiled with glee. “You’re going to listen what the Northman has to say and give him a chance to explain.”


“Fine,” she huffed. As if the man had a sixth sense for it the Viking vampire took that moment to announce his arrival at the door.


“Eric,” Sookie greeted icily her gaze hardly meeting his as she wondered why he had shown up in that ridiculous Tokyo drift car.


“Sookie please allow me to explain,” he pleaded.


“Five minutes,” she conceded. “I have a yard full of people out back and an infuriating great grandfather tearing up my kitchen in search of pasta.”


“He likes the ones with dinosaurs,” Eric offered to which she could only scowl. “Right five minutes. Come on I’ll show you.”


She eyed his outstretched hand wearily but remembered her promise to her grandfather. Those darn unbreakable fairy promises still continued to trip her up continually.


“You brought her here?” Sookie whisper yelled as she saw Sarah Newlin’s body with her face planted on the backseat. “What? You thought give her some yard time and I don’t think you’re the most despicable person in the world?”


“Sookie,” he sighed as he ran a tired hand through his hair. He didn’t know it was physically possible but Ms Sparkly Vagina had the unique quality of aging his ancient vampire self. “Will you just let me explain for once?”


“Explain,” she returned testily with her arms crossed, which at her near nine months was an impressive feat.


“Look,” he said dragging down the back of Sarah Newlin’s dress. A small panel popped open showing a whirl of electronics.


“She’s a robot?”


“Did you really think I would allow for such a risk to threaten my existence?” he questioned before placing his hand on the magical life they had created together with Niall’s aid. “Our existence.”


“But… how?”


“When we inherited the Yakanoma Corporation it turned out they had a huge artificial intelligence branch,” he explained. “Pam wanted to pimp her out to the more perverse of our kind but I had a better idea.”


“Which was?” Sookie demanded.


“Fill those veins with New Blood and sell it at an inflated price from the ‘cure’ herself,” he shrugged. “We have a bot in every franchise of Fangtasia offering an instant cure.”


“So you’re just robbing people blind? Selling them a fake cure.”


“No,” Eric sighed. “It was simply impossible to cure all vampires with Sarah Newlin’s blood. Do you know how expensive it was to synthesise this product. We’re selling it at a severe loss so everyone does get a chance to be cured. The idiots who pay a $100,000 a pull to drink from the lovely ‘Sarah’ make sure the balance stays out of the red. The concentration of the cure is higher but that is the only difference.”


“So you’re like Robin Hood?”


“Yes,” he smirked. “Except I look better in tights.”


“That you do,” she admitted. “Why didn’t you explain this to me before?”


“I’ve been calling you for weeks, knocking on your door every night.”


“No you haven’t,” Sookie denied. That had been the worst part of it all; that he didn’t even bother to come up with an excuse or explanation before. That he simply abandoned her and the baby without a word. Now he was lying about it too.


“Yes. I have.”


They both looked at each other and a matching thought dawned on them at the same time. “Niall!”


“Yes,” the fairy prince replied happily with a cold opened can and spoon in either hand as he continued to chow down on his favourite human food.


“You’ve been meddling again!” Sookie admonished. “I don’t care if you’re prince of whatever f-ing realm but you do not get to stoke fires between me and Eric!”


“You two were becoming so boring,” he shrugged. “All lovey dovey. I needed some sort of entertainment.”


“I swear to God pregnant or not I’m going to beat your primordial ass!”


“It was Pamela’s idea,” he suddenly confessed fearing the wrath of his great granddaughter. Granted it was highly entertaining when directed at the Viking but it was a different thing to be at the end of it.


“Pamela,” Eric growled out at the progeny hiding behind the royal fairy.




“Not now,” Eric said testily.


“Shit Eric,” Sookie exclaimed. “My water broke.”


“Shit. Indeed,” Pam drawled out scenting the air.


“Eric I’m scared,” Sookie whimpered. Her anger of moments before instantly gone as he held her carefully in his loving embrace.


“Shh,” he soothed. “It’ll all be okay I’m here now.”


“I’m so sorry for everythin’ Eric,” she sobbed.


“Not our fault my love.”


“I know,” she sighed before she found the comfort in his eyes and smiled brightly. “Hey, we’re gonna have a baby.”


“I know,” he beamed back at her before planting a soft kiss to her forehead.


“Eric promise me something.”




“When we bring the baby home you’ll find Niall and Pam a new show. They’ve been insufferable since that show ended.”


“Character assassination!” Pam huffed, her ire with the unsatisfying season ending still grating on her. Niall bobbed his head along with equal conviction.


“And bring us back some of that dinosaur spaghetti,” the fairy prince added to the list of requests when his spoon came up empty from the can. “Oh and a pair of Labradors size 39.”


“Louboutins,” Pam hissed from behind.


“What she said,” Niall shrugged at the glowering pair.


“Can we just replace those two with some bots instead?” Sookie pleaded to Eric.


“Happy to oblige,” the Viking replied with a murderous glance directed their way.



A/N: I am now also entertaining requests/prompts for these fixin’s. If they spark my imagination I’ll write it and credit you. So if you have something in mind or simply have an idea for the identity of the mystery man at the head of the table or something else leave it behind in the comment section below.



19 thoughts on “Thanksgiving Fixin’s 1-3

  1. This is so good!!! I only found it by mere chance so I’d recommend you send updates just for this story even if the snippets are snippety…. It is so refreshing post-TB finale!!! I especially loved the supermarket ‘chance’ encounter between Eric and Sookie and their role play… I knew something was up after reading about rent-a-womb… Awwwww… Well done at subverting canon so effectively from the very same last scene… Pam baking sounds so awesome…


    1. Glad you like it, it basically started from a comment I made somewhere that the good and bad thing about the open ending was that it was an easy fix, so I figured why not do that instead of the usual barrage of pics in announcement to a chapter. It takes about the same amount of time to write these out, but it’s kind of odd to start making announcements to announcements so I’ll consider putting up a weekly announcement for just these snippets that has an overview of the ones written in the past week and I’ll think about putting it up on too.

      An Eric and Sookie that have been together for a while are kind of fun to write, it puts a whole new spin on their dynamic and Pam always reminds me of a Suzy homemaker type so I couldn’t resist getting her baking and when it comes to pastry my mom always taught me cold hands are a must, she had me holding them under cold tap water for forever before I was allowed to handle any pastry…

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  2. oh amazing fixings! I have been MIA in this space for a while as I was traveling and am now someplace where internet signals are very poor….But I seriously loved what you did with all three short stories.


    1. I shall sacrifice a spare Bill I have laying around for the WiFi Gods… I have been in crappy internet space for the last month so I fully understand your pain… In case you missed it: the finale sucked! Worse than Bill! 😀
      Yes these fixin’s are a great piece of off brand therapy, glad to hear you liked them. I see great potential in Niall in future chapters of my stories now… There’s another fixin’ on the next page over and I should be posting another one today with 6MTL but I am seriously behind at the moment so don’t ask me when…


    1. They started as quick fixes to the season finale after I made a comment somewhere that the open ended character gave plenty of opportunity to easily fix it, but now they’ve gotten a lease of life on their own..


  3. msbuffy sent me here saying I’d like this and she was absolutely correct!! however…. she said something about a surprise character and i haven’t seen that…yet. I’m gonna keep reading though cause surely she wouldn’t tease me, I mean I love everything she touches so she wouldn’t steer me wrong…

    I do ❤ your sense of humor and thank you for almost making me forget how bad that last episode was

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    1. She probably meant the follow up to this, an extension of Fixin’ 14, it’s now known as Everything and More and is a multi-chapter fic.


      1. you are right, I kept reading and got to it. it is all very good! you brought back some fond spuffy memories. I left a few comments here and there but I didn’t want to make you crazy with a bunch of spammage. (I still have the Buffy habit of making up words.) trust me that I liked the whole series even though I didn’t comment on each part separately ❤


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