I thought I'd try at just a simple Alcide/OC story. I only own Scarlet.

She was surprised she head her phone ring over the sounds of AC/DC. Hitting the pause button, she wondered who knew she was working late on a Friday evening. Hitting the 'talk button on the cordless phone she recited the usual greeting.

"'Gone with the Wind' bookstore, this is Scarlet. How can I help you?"

"Is this Letty?" Only a few people called her 'Letty', the pack back in Mississippi, her parents, and her best friend Alcide.

"This is she. May I ask whose calling?"

"This is Sam Merlotte. I own the local bar and grill. Uhh… do you know Alcide Herveaux?"

"Yeah, he's one of my best friends. Why is he okay?" She couldn't hide the worry in her voice.

"No! No he's fine. Just drunk as a skunk. I asked if anyone could pick him up and he just said 'Letty'. I looked up your number from his cell. If you can't come get him, I can have him sleep it off in my trailer…."

"No it's ok. I'm heading out the door now." She was already head in toward her black Bronco parked behind her store when she heard the word 'drunk'. She was usually the one they called when they were too smashed to drive.

"You know where the place is?"

"Yeah, I've driven by a time or two. I'll be there in" she looked at her watch to estimate a time "10 minutes." She hung up and pulled out of her spot.

Scarlet Jo Hanson (her mother had been obsessed with 'Gone with the Wind' when she was pregnant and since the last name was Hanson, it worked) wondered what would cause Alcide to get this drunk. The last time was when he abjured his bitch of an ex Debbie Pelt, but he was able to drive himself home.

She couldn't help but smile a little at he had asked to call her. But then she remembered she was one of the few pack members that lived near him and she rarely drank, if ever. She knew what he'd say when he sobered up, cause he always said it when she helped him through something. "I can always count on you Letty." Then he give his thousand watt smile that made her knees tremble, her stomach flop and her sex clench.

She had been in love with Alcide since they were teens. Whenever he was 'off again' with Debbie in school, she hoped he'd finally ask her out, but he always forgave Debbie, took her back, and unknowingly broke his best friend's heart.

She pulled up to the curb of the restaurant to see a guy that was about 5'10 and had shaggy dirty blond hair trying to steady a wobbly Alcide. Leaving the engine running, she quickly walked to her passenger door and helped load her bubby into the cab.

"You sure you can handle him on your own?' Sam asked a little concerned. Alcide's 6'5 muscle bound frame towered over the girl's 5'4 petite structure.

"Trust me, this ain't the first time I've had to haul Sasquatch's ass home."

"Oh, you looking at my ass there Letty?" Alcide drunkenly teased.

"How much has he to drink?" She ignored Alcide's comment and turned to Sam once she had him situated in the front seat.

"I lost track after the four beers and five shots of Jack Daniels." Sam admitted.

"So basically leave an entire bottle of aspirin by his bed tonight right?" She jokingly smiled.

"Yeah probably a good idea. Sam Merlotte." He held out his hand as he introduced himself.

"Scarlet Hanson, and yes my middle name is even Jo." She took his hand in hers and shook.

"Wow. Growing up must have been fun for you."

"Yeah. Mom went through this 'Gone with the Wind' phase when she was pregnant with me, but luckily I had a body guard like Alcide to protect me growing up."

Even in his drunken state, he did not like Sam talking to his Letty. He shook his head and mentally told his wolf to stop growling. Letty had been his best friend since they were kids. She had been there for him through every break up with Debbie, when they first shifted as teens, and she had been the first one he called when his father had his heart attack.

It never bothered him that she was technically was a hybrid; part human, part wolf. Her mother had been human while her father was a full blooded wolf. She could only shift when the moon was full, but when she did, her wolf was silver beauty with her hazel eyes. He loved how she wore her shoulder length brown hair down. He'd be a fool not see she was beautiful in her own way, weither it was her love for books, cops shows, and total guy movies or how she called her parents every Sunday to see how they were doing.

He felt another growl in his throat when he saw her hand Sam a business card.

"Here's my card with the number for the shop. My cell's also on there. I'm there till about 6 during the week, but I had to get the place reading for the damn 'Twilight' movie coming out soon. What is with chicks and thinking vamps are sooo cute? They don't sparkle and most will tear your throat out with out a second thought." She ranted "Well anyway, just in case this happens again, you can reach me."

"How far do you live if we call at home?"

"I live in the loft right above the store, so not too long. Well, I better get drunky home. Nice to meet ya Sam." She waved bye as she moved to the drivers side and hoisted herself back into the cab.

The drive back to Alcide's place was quiet. She occasionally looked at him to make sure he was still awake and often asked if she need to pull over at all. He'd gruffly replied he was fine.

"So what was the cause this time?"

"Why don't you ask your new boyfriend?" He growled.

"Holy fucking shit! Are like 12 and drunk? I was asking about you!" It took a lot to not slam the brakes.

"Then why'd you give him your numbers?"

"In case you made another ass of yourself! I gave him my numbers so he doesn't have to go through your cell phone and call everyone to see if they can haul you home!" She screamed at him.

He took a deep breath and reached for her hand. "I'm sorry Scarlet. I don't what came over me. If you wanna date Sam, it shouldn't be any of my business."

"Sam seems like a good guy, but I'm not sure a full shifter will wanna be with a Halfling freak."

"I wish you didn't say about your self. You are an amazing person and any guy would be lucky to have you." He gently stroked his thumb over her knuckles.

She shot him a sarcastic look and smiled "Dude, you must be real drunk. You are having a total chick flick moment." She teased and he couldn't but smile as well.

The pair were able to get Alcide into his house without many falls. They stumbled up the stairs to his bedroom when he collapsed onto his king size bed.

"Ok, you can take it from here. I'm gonna get you some water and aspirin then head out." She said as he slipped off his boots. Some of the alcohol had worn off thanks to his wolf blood. She slipped out of the room when he began to unbutton his shirt. Her heart pounded in her chest as she ran down the stairs and pulled three water bottles out of his fridge. She uncapped one for herself and downed the cool liquid. Taking the other two, she reached into his cabinet and pulled out the bottle of aspirin.

She made her way upstairs, planning to place the contents on his night stand and leave, but her breath caught in her throat when she saw him bare from the waist up. She had seen him shirtless so many times she had lost count and each time she marveled at his chiseled torso. He didn't have an ounce of fat on him. She hoped he was asleep, as he was leaning against his head board with his eyes closed. He looked so damn so sexy just lying there, his dark hair tousled all over.

Quietly walking to his night stand, she placed both bottles of water and the pain reliever on the table and turned to walk away, when a large hand caught her wrist.

"Why don't you stay? I don't want you to drive home this late."

"Al, I like barely live 15 minutes away."

"Please. I'm too drunk to do anything and you really shouldn't leave a drunk alone. You know so they don't chock in their sleep from their own puke." He smiled.

"Oh , do you say to all the girls?" She couldn't help but joke.

"Only with you, Letty." There was something in his eyes that made it impossible to say 'no'

She jokingly punched his arm, knowing it did more damage to herself then him.

"I'll behave. Help your self to whatever to sleep in." He gestured to his dresser.

He admired her figure as she bent over the dresser and pulled out one of his shirts. She was small, but she was toned in the right places. Her jeans showed off the shape of her back side and if she didn't wear shirts from the 'Supernatural closet', which mostly consisted of some solid shirt under a flannel, plaid or solid color button down shirt, he'd see the shape of her breasts and torso.

He watched as she went into the bathroom to change and then walk out barely 2 minutes later, wearing one of his 'New Orleans Saints' shirts. The shirt looked more like address on her as it came to past her knees and the sleeves were past her elbows He mentally smiled at how she was the only girl he knew that didn't spend forever in the bathroom.

She was about to walk out of the room when he asked "where do you think you're going?"

"I'm just gonna crash on the couch." She seemed nervous about being the same room with him dress the way they were.

"Letty, there's plenty of room for both of us. Come here darling." He set aside the covers on the other side of the bed and watched as she slowly made he way toward the mattress, like she was scared of being in bed with him.

Scarlet quickly turned to have her back facing him when she was settled under the covers. She could feel the heat from his body on her back.

"Night Alcide."

"Night Letty." He turned off the lights and nestled on his side so he was facing her back, which was the last thing he saw before falling asleep.