Sookie Stackhouse (fairysookie) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-07-31 06:49:00 |
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It had been an exhausting day, both emotionally and physically. Despite Sam being just across the hall, Sookie felt very alone in the world. As far as she knew Eric was gone - maybe for good, and though their impasse had shown up many cracks in their relationship, it still felt horribly final. Then there were her fairy relatives, who'd all returned to Faerie; would she ever see them again? In the case of Claude, she kinda hoped not! but she'd miss her Uncle Dermot, and the secure feeling it gave her to be around him and others of her kind. The only thing she was glad to be rid of was the cluviel dor, and as much as Sookie knew the fairy love token had saved Sam's life, she couldn't help but think that his life may not have needed saving if the thing had stayed hidden in her attic. Sookie sat down on her bed, finally, and rested her head in her hands. When she woke up tomorrow everything would be different. She wasn't ready to face it quite yet. She should be following her usual convention, and showering before getting into her freshly made bed, but she couldn't bring herself to move. Across the hall she heard the grunt of a snore, and Sookie smiled to herself. Sam was alive. The rest of it would sort itself out in the wash. She closed her eyes and sighed. Just a few moments of quiet, that's all she required, and then she was ready to clean up. Sookie opened her eyes... "What the hell?" she jumped up, and stared in horror at the room she had materialised in. A large double bed occupied the majority of the room, and Sookie had been sitting on a loveseat to the side. Under her feet the floor rumbled, and she could see scenery passing by outside the window. "How in the world did I get here!" Perhaps this was it. She had to crack up eventually, and it looked like hallucinating a train to whisk her away from Bon Temps was her preferred method! She pinched herself, that was traditional in such fictional circumstances, and it damn well hurt, so Sookie could cross being asleep off her list of answers. In her amazement, Sookie had missed the single most important thing about the room; it was occupied. The woman sitting on the end of the bed was starring at her like she'd grown a new head - or as if a fully grown woman had just appeared in her bedroom. "Urm, excuse me," Sookie figured the sooner she worked out what was going on here the sooner she could get home. "I seem to have been...misplaced?" What else could she call it? "Would you mind very much telling me where we are, so I can get right back to my total disaster of a life?" |