Up All Night: Chapter 15

Charlaine Harris owns almost everything. I own the rest.

All mistakes are my own.


Chapter 15

Sookie’s POV

Sookie held her breath as she waited for an answer. Gran’s eyes darted away.

“So it’s true?” Sookie frowned.

“Honey…” Gran patted her hand, but Sookie pulled away.

“All this time? You’ve lied to us for years.” She couldn’t keep the hurt out of her voice.

“That’s not fair,” Gran said, straightening her back. “You don’t understand.”

Sookie’s temper flared. “Well then, why don’t you explain it to me?”

“My husband, Mitchell, God rest his soul, had suffered from mumps as a child. It left him sterile. I wanted children so badly. We both did.” Gran looked past her, into some distant memory. “He was gone a lot. Sometimes for weeks at a time.”

Sookie’s stomach churned. She wanted her to stop, but couldn’t bring herself to speak.

“Fintan came to me during those times. He looked so much like Mitchell.” She smiled. “At first, I couldn’t tell them apart.” She focused on Sookie’s face. “I knew it was wrong. I had made my vows with Mitchell. But I loved Fintan too. He knew I wanted children, and he gave them to me.”

“You cheated on Grandpa! He must’ve known.”

Gran nodded. “Deep down, he knew. He used to say it was a miracle, and that all our prayers had been answered, but he knew. You have to understand. It didn’t matter. He loved your daddy and aunt Linda as if they were his own. Where’s the harm in that?” Her eyes searched Sookie’s.

“Why don’t you tell me about Desmond?” Her heart raced. Desmond had gifted her telepathy. That particular gift had harmed her more than she cared to count.

“Desmond was Fintan’s friend. He insisted I accept his gift…”

“How?” She crossed her arms over her chest.

“He gave me a thimble of his blood when I was with child. He said that my descendants would have a wonderful gift.”

Some of your descendants. Only those of us with the essential spark.”

“I always knew you were special, honey.”

Tears stung the corner of her eyes. “I don’t want to be special. I hate it. I wish I hadn’t been born this way.”

“I couldn’t refuse.” Gran swallowed hard. “Desmond is… Desmond isn’t someone you disagree with.”

At that moment, Sookie realized her gran didn’t have a choice any more than she did. Her shoulders slumped. “So Fintan is my grandpa, and Niall is my great-grandpa.”

Gran nodded and hobbled over to the big old desk wedged in the corner, pulling out a drawer Sookie hadn’t known existed. She extracted a yellowed envelope and closed the drawer quickly before Sookie could see the other contents. “I wrote you this letter when you were born, explaining the whole thing. Everyone knew you were special, so I figured the day would come when you would have to find out the truth.” She handed it to Sookie and frowned. “Why now? Did Niall say?”

Sookie opened her mouth to respond and then remembered her promise to Niall. Instead, she opened the envelope and read the twenty-three year old words.

Fresh tears rimmed her eyes. “All these years you’ve put on such a good show. A devout wife, loving mother, doting grandmother.” She tucked the letter back into the aged envelope. “You’ve judged Jason. You judge me.” She pressed her lips together, silencing her grandmother with her anger. “You judge me for spending a night with the man I love. The only man I love—”

“You watch your mouth,” Gran bit back. “You have no right.”

“I have every right!” she shouted. She turned away and only released the cry stuck in her throat when she got outside. She held her face in her hands and cried. Giant sobs racked her chest, shaking her shoulders and knocking the air out of her lungs. Her entire life had been a lie. And the one woman she trusted more than anything had helped keep it a secret.

Shuffling feet slid across the back porch toward her. She glanced up with bleary eyes and noticed Jason. He stood close, but seemed wary. “Are you feeling all right?” he asked.

Sookie frowned. Since when does my brother speak properly, especially after throwing a few back? She scoffed. “No. Everything is not all right. I’m just so… So upset.”

He nodded. “I can see that.”

“All I ever wanted was to be normal. To be like any other girl.” She squeezed the tears out of her eyes with her palms, but more replaced them. “It wasn’t in the cards for me. I was doomed from the beginning.” Her face crumpled as she cried, unguarded.

He sat down next to her and patted her back gently. He didn’t say a word; he just sat there, patting, completely silent until Sookie ran out of tears. It was exactly what she needed.

She sniffed and wiped her nose on the back of her hand and gave her brother a feeble smile. “Thanks for listening. You’re a good guy.” Feeling a little guilty about what she’s said to Beth about him, she leaned toward him and kissed his cheek.

Jason’s eyes went wide and then they started to roll up into his head.

“Hey now, don’t pass out on me.” She patted his other cheek and waited for his blue eyes to drop back into view. “Come on, let’s get you inside.” With as much strength as she could muster, which was quite a bit since her last exchange with Eric, she heaved him to his feet and dragged him inside. Something clattered onto the porch as they made their way inside, but she couldn’t turn to see it without losing momentum. Gran opened her mouth when she caught sight of the two of them coming in from the back porch through the kitchen, Jason on the brink of collapse, and Sookie all red and blotchy. “He’s had one too many, put a blanket down on the couch.”

Gran nodded and moved as quickly as she could, smoothing a blanket over the lumpy cushions.

Jason’s body went limp just as they rounded the end of the couch, where he slipped out of Sookie’s arms onto the blanket. Sookie tugged him until he was on his side and tucked a pillow under his head.

She straightened her back and stared right into Gran’s eyes. She’d been crying too.

“Sookie, honey…”

“We don’t need to talk anymore tonight,” she said, and then she hugged her. “I’m beat. We should let him rest too.”

“I’m sorry,” Gran whispered.

“Me too,” Sookie replied. “We can talk tomorrow.”

Gran nodded and then went to her bedroom. Sookie tucked an old afghan around Jason’s sleeping body and then fell into her bed. She didn’t wake until late the next morning.

“I’m so hungry, how about you Ja—” Sookie said as she rubbed sleep out of her eyes and greeted her brother. But there was no one in the front room. The couch was empty. Even the blankets had been folded neatly.

“Morning!” Gran called from the kitchen. The aroma of biscuits, gravy, and fried potatoes filled the air.

“What time did Jason leave?”

Gran shrugged. “He was gone before I got up. Must’ve had an early day at work.”

Sookie poured a cup of coffee and frowned. “That’s funny, I don’t remember seeing his truck last night.”

“Maybe a friend picked him up.”

“Maybe.” Seemed as likely as anything else.

“I really am sorry for everything,” Gran said without looking up from the pitch-black pan sizzling in front of her.

“You didn’t have a lot of say in things.”

“That’s partially true, but I did choose to be with Fintan, and that was wrong.”

“Fairies are very irresistible,” Sookie added, trying to smooth things over. “Charming, beautiful, manipulative.” Truth be told, she was describing Niall, but she hadn’t met any other fairies … that she knew about.

“I’m still sorry it’s impacted your life. I know it’s been hard.”

If only she knew how much it impacted all of their lives… Sookie fought tears as she remembered how much her gran had grieved when her parents had died. Everything was connected. “It’s been hard for all of us,” she said finally.

She cleaned up after they ate while Gran got on with her regular morning routine. Sookie tucked the blankets back in the cupboard, shaking her head at her brother’s weird behavior last night. That’s when she remembered the sound of something falling on the porch when she carried him in.

She retraced her steps to the spot where she’d cried and he’d comforted her and didn’t see anything. Maybe he picked it up, whatever it was. She sat down and looked around, just to be sure, and saw something, tucked under the edge of a storage shelf. She frowned as she pulled out the thin rectangle of metal. “What the…?”

When she picked it up, the metal seemed to react to her skin, humming in her hand as if it were alive. She turned it over and examined the beautiful surface, which had been carved with unusual symbols, and then gasped when a dark metal blade flicked out one end. She searched for the mechanism she must’ve triggered, but couldn’t find one. Hmm, how do I close it? Just like that, the blade disappeared into the ornate handle. She frowned. Open, she thought. And it opened. The blade was covered with incredibly detailed carvings and seemed impossibly thin and sharp. Close. The blade disappeared again inside the ornate handle.

“What in the world is this? Why did Jason have it? Where did he even get it?” She put it down. Open. Nothing happened. “I have to be holding it.” She tried again, and sure enough, the blade slid out of the end as soon as she said, “Open.” She closed it and called out, “Hey, Gran, come look at this.”

With a broom in her hand, Gran came out onto the back porch.

“Have you seen this before?” she handed it to her.

Gran turned it over and looked at it. “Nope. It’s real pretty though. What is it?”

“I think it belongs to Jason. Can you open it?” she asked, hoping Gran would repeat the word.

“Open it? I don’t even know what it is.” Gran shrugged and handed it back to Sookie. “If it belongs to your brother, you best get it back to him. Might be something he needs for work.”

“You’re right. I’ll be back later.”

* * * *

Sookie’s car sputtered when she pulled up to the construction site where Jason had been working all week. He and his crew were digging up one of the old parish roads to get to a water main.

“What’s up, Sook?” Jason asked, leaning heavily on his shovel and taking his gloves off so he could wipe his forehead.

She glanced nervously at the other guys, but decided it was probably safe to talk since they were far enough away not to hear. “You dropped this last night.” She held the knife out to him.

Jason took it and frowned. “I’ve never seen this before. It feels weird in my hand. Like a buzzing feeling.”

“But I heard something hit the ground, and then I found this.”

He lifted his eyebrows. “I don’t even know what it is.”

“It’s your knife,” she whispered. “Go on, tell it to open.”

He chuckled. “You gettin’ enough sleep?”

“Don’t mess with me, Jason. I’ve got a lot on my plate right now. Tell it to open.”

“Open sesame!” he commanded. He dropped it as the blade flipped out. “What the hell? Where did that come from?”

She bent over to pick it up. “I don’t know. I guess it doesn’t matter since it’s not yours. Did you find what you dropped?”

“Come again?”

“When you left this morning, you must’ve picked it up, whatever it was.”

“Left this morning? You’re not makin’ sense.”

Sookie rolled her eyes and sighed. “Last night? When I was a mess?”

He stared at her blankly.

“You sat on the back porch with me?” She waved her hand. “Never mind. You were drunk as a skunk, I don’t expect you’d remember.”

“I was over at Hoyt’s last night. Yeah, I got drunk, but I crashed there. He can vouch for me.” He twisted and hollered over his shoulder, “Hey Hoyt, where were we last night?”

“My house, you damn fool!” Hoyt shook his head. “You owe me a twelve-pack, you know that.”

“See?” Jason shrugged.

Sookie shook her head. “No. You were at Gran’s, barefoot and drunk. You wouldn’t come in. And then you listened to me cry and patted my back. You left early this morning before breakfast.”

Jason laughed. “Doesn’t sound like me.”

Her eyes went wide. “No, it doesn’t.” She swallowed hard. “I gotta go.”

“Hey Sook, get some rest, will ya?”

She didn’t reply she just got in her car and drove to the nearest phone.


Just as most of you suspected…that wasn’t her brother on the porch last night. On to Up All Night: Chapter 16

59 thoughts on “Up All Night: Chapter 15

  1. gyllene says:

    Not her brother but her kiss seems to have worked. 😉 Looking forward to seeing what else is going to happen in this story.


  2. patsy1965 says:

    I knew it wasn’t Jason. 😉 I’m still firing on cylinders. I was afraid the hospital cooties damaged my brain more than it was already damaged 😉 So, now the plot thickens, again! I’m so excited. and that wicked knife can only be opened by a faerie I’m guessing? Have mercy I have to wait another whole week. patsy


  3. sluggysmom says:

    Oh my goodness!! I didn’t suspect a thing!!


  4. nicolle1977 says:

    Dermot? Will she bond to eric with it?


  5. theladykt says:

    oooh She kissed Dermot. Was wondering how long till she figured it out. Guessing he was there to kill her with that fae blade.


    • You are too good. Dermot was sent to kill her and can’t quite get it over with, but can’t very well do it while she’s crying, can he? Of course, she has no idea what that kiss meant. Thank you so much for reviewing!


  6. ericluver says:

    Uh oh. Wonder what Dermot wants?


  7. lostinspace33 says:

    Hmmm…I guess that was Dermot, but what was he there for, and how did Sookie affect him with her kiss? Had she been drinking lemonade or something?


    • Your guess is correct. Dermot, hanging around looking like her brother, had other things on his mind than having a chat with Sookie. The kiss is a reference to the 11th book (I’m skipping around with the canon and adding a bit of my own). You’ll see…

      Thanks so much for reviewing!

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  8. murgatroid98 says:

    Hmm, I figured out right away it wasn’t Jason. Was he there to kill her until she greeted him as family? Did the kiss on the cheek break some spell on him? Inquiring minds want to know. I hope Sookie can get past Gran’s indiscretions, since she wouldn’t be there otherwise. It’s interesting that the knife responds to both Sookie and Jason. I wonder what Eric would think of it. Or Niall.


  9. ozzo says:



  10. Kittyinaz says:

    Reblogged this on Kittyinaz's Reblog Page and commented:
    Oh my!!! I love it!!! It was a great chapter dealing with how a showdown with Gran should be. and the mystery……


  11. VictoryInTrouble says:

    OOh, I liked the discussion with Gran. I’m glad Sookie got to say what was on her mind. I’m also glad Dermot didn’t hurt her. And this fairy knife is intriguing! Interesting that Jason could open the knife.


  12. askarsgirl says:

    I guess the real question is, is whether he is a friend or foe? I’m assuming since he didn’t hurt them that he will be a friend? And i wonder why he passed out?
    Can’t wait till next Friday😃


  13. valady1 says:

    I can’t help focusing on Adele’s apology for her actions and how it affected Sookie’s life. the reality is if she hadn’t loved Fintan and had a relationship with him, there wouldn’t be a Sookie, or Jason, or Hadley, or Hunter. Every decision has results, some good, some bad. That’s what life is really isn’t it ?..
    I wonder if Dermot is going to come back for what he dropped, looking forward to seeing how Sookie reacts when she learns she has a great uncle who looks so much like Jason.


    • We are all a product of our decisions, and so are our progeny. Everything she did impacted the lives of her kids and grandkids. You’re absolutely right. That is what life is all about! 🙂

      Dermot will definitely be missing that handy little knife, but Sookie will put it to good use. 🙂 Thanks so much for reviewing!


  14. ashmo2000 says:

    Oh, looks like the Water Fairies are on to Sookie already. Dermot came obviously to kill and unknowingly Sookie broke his curse. Let’s see what happens next!


  15. Meridian says:

    Great job as usual! Loved Sookie having some real words with AdulterGran about it all, and now I’m curious as to why Desmond forced Adele to drink his nasty old demon blood, and why dear darling Finton didn’t stop him? Can’t wait for Sookie to show Eric that weird knife!


    • Aww, thanks! It made me sad that Sookie never got to have this conversation with her gran. Painful as it might be, it also opens the door for honest conversation and lots of healing. Desmond making Adele drink his blood is straight from the books. It was a ‘gift’ she couldn’t refuse! Nice, huh? Eric’s gonna have something to show her too… just you wait and see! 🙂 Thanks for reviewing!


      • Meridian says:

        The way Gran was so hypocritical toward Sookie when considering her own past always sat wrong with me and irritated me on Sookie’s behalf. I don’t doubt Gran loved her, but there were infinitely better ways of showing it. Love that you’re giving them a chance to work through it. (And I’m doing a pretty good job of clearing the books from my memory…you’re jelly, aren’t cha…) Can’t wait for more!


      • I’m so totes hard jelly right now…except for the fact that I’m super obsessive about getting canon details just right (so I can obliterate them!).

        Gran loving her and being a hypocrite are totally different issues. That’s why I addressed it here. 🙂 She has no right to judge anyone. But then again, no one does.


      • Meridian says:

        I can’t wait to read further conversations between them. Gran might be surprised at just how strong Sookie really is, and how capable she is of seeing past the bullshit. She’s also (canon) known to be compassionate and generous of spirit (but not toward Eric in canon cause CH is such a malevolent twit), so that will help.

        You’re such an awesome canon-killer! I ♥ that about you! 😀


      • I like writing a strong Sookie. I hate doormat Sookie. CH missed the boat a lot, especially when it came to Eric. I’m glad you enjoy my trips away from canon. I don’t know what I’d do without you here. 🙂


      • Meridian says:

        *pshaw* You’d still be writing like the Queen of Words that you are! 😀

        Strong Sookies rock. Doormat Sookie, Submissive Sookie, Whiny Sookie…they all read like nails on a blackboard to me. CH had a potential gold mine in her and she wasted it. Instead of writing a strong, intelligent, proud young woman, she wrote…Sookie. *I’d bang my head on the desk, but, well, I’m not into pain…*…*Oh, I could bang The Twit’s head on the desk instead!!*


      • Queen of words…and yet, I can’t come up with a title for the book I just finished. My brain is dumb sometimes!

        Whiny Sookie is soooooo irritating! I love the idea of a telepath. It’s one of my favorite super powers. Telekinesis is my fav though. Maybe I should write a book about it. 🙂 I’m not into pain either, so I say we force her head into a desk and remind her how she threw Eric away. How could she?!


      • Meridian says:

        I blame Beehl’s icky-shoo-nasty blood because no matter how much of an ignorant moron Sookie is, it’s just not possible to be THAT damn stupid. So, yeah, it’s totally Beehl’s fault. *nods in agreement with self*

        Go to page 42, then go to the 42nd line, and the book title will be there. No, not there, the OTHER there…yeah, over THERE. See? Easy-peasy.


      • I will nod in agreement with you. Seems about right. It’s just a shame that Bill got to her first. Stupid Bill.

        I went to page 42 and then to line 42 and it’s about Ben wearing a santa hat. Definitely not title material. I was hoping to come across something I could use with my latest read through, but nothing stood out. So lame.


      • Meridian says:

        *sigh* Ok, ok, try page 208, paragraph 4, line 3, word 7… And you’re wise to just agree with me. My real estate law professor highly suggested that I become an attorney (I was taking the class for fun), said I’d fit right in. In retrospect I should have slapped him.


      • LOL You definitely should’ve slapped him…

        I want a title that reflects the theme, and the theme is summed up by this quote:

        If you worry about what might be, and wonder what might have been, you will ignore what is. ~Author Unknown

        So I was toying with ‘At Present’ or ‘What Is’ but they both seem sort of incomplete … stupid titles! All I want is absolute perfection. Is that too much to ask for? 😉


  16. Lynn says:

    I knew it wasn’t Jason. He seemed too weird. Wonder what Dermont is up to.


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  18. nedbella says:

    Great chapter. I wonder why he was drunk and wouldn’t enter the house. He’d obviously dropped his pretty Fae knife, so that’s what he was looking for maybe, or it was the noise Sookie heard. Anyway, maybe he was sent to kill them and changed his minds once having met them. I can’t wait for more Eric. Hey, the knife should work for him to then shouldn’t it, if he’s got Fae blood. Or it might not since he’s been turned. Can’t wait for more.


    • All will be revealed. Believe me. I’m not going to leave you hanging at the end. 🙂 Eric is going to learn more about his past on Friday, just you wait and see! 🙂 Thanks so much for reviewing! I’m so glad you’re enjoying it!


  19. Finally had some time to read this great story! Loving it! Can’t wait to see what happens next


  20. YvonnAd says:

    Ooooo. It’s getting good. LOVE IT.
    just excited for the next one.

    Would there be a family reunion?
    Would love to see how Eric would react with her side of the family.

    Well there be a double chapter this weekend….please.

    thanks for starting my weekend with a great chapter.


    • I’m so glad you’re loving it!! I’m messing with the canon big time here, so I’m just glad you’re along for the ride!! You’ll get a little family reunion time happening, and other things. You’ll see! 🙂

      I’ve scheduled Chapter 16 to post tomorrow morning, just like every Friday (as long as I can keep writing chapters!). I’m just happy you look forward to them so much! Check back in 9 hours and you’ll get another one! 🙂 Thanks for reviewing!


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