"So how did things go at Stella's?" Stefan asked as Damon and Selina came through the door. "Did the four of you play nice or do we need to attend to wounds?"

"Actually," Selina said, "it went quite well, thank you. In fact, it went so well they want to come over tomorrow and meet you." She looked at Stefan. "Would that be all right? Because we told them it would be. Can I have some orange juice please?"

"Sure," Stefan replied, pouring the juice into glass and handing it to her. "Here."

"Thanks," she replied, going into the nearby living room to sit on the couch. "What's the matter? You look nervous."

"I'm not nervous," Stefan said quickly, taking a seat next to her. "Why should I be nervous?"

"I don't know," Selina shrugged. "They're your feelings, not mine. You tell me."

"He's nervous," Damon replied, "because his namesake is the one person that Stella's husband hates more than anyone on the planet and he's worried the negative feelings will transfer onto him." He sat down in an armchair and gazed at Stefan knowingly.

"That's not quite true," Stefan said quickly. "It's always a little nervewracking to meet new people."

"Don't worry," Selina said, smiling and patting him once on the leg. "Stella says that her husband and her brother-in-law tolerate each other now. Plus, with Elena here, he'll be much more scared of you than you are of him."

"Who'll be scared of me?" Elena asked, coming into the living room from the bathroom. "Where were the two of you by the way?"

"We were at Stella's," Damon said easily. "Originally, it was to straighten things out about the upset that led to Selina destroying her car, which was totally Stella's fault, but then Selina and I had a talk before we left so I felt better and the time at Stella's house was more of a friendly chat session."

"So who'll be scared of me?" Elena repeated, looking at Selina.

"Well," Selina said, "it just so happens that Stella's husband stopped by not too long ago, and now that he's met Damon, he wants to meet Stefan, and naturally I assumed that when he and Stella come to visit tomorrow, you'll be here too. And since you're a deadringer for the very vampire who betrayed him, his wife, his brother, and his daughter and caused them all to have major issues with their lives, naturally, the the prospect of seeing you is making him a little nervous. I wouldn't be surprised if Stella gets him hammered before she brings him."

"His daughter?" Elena asked, her eyebrows furrowing. "Why would Katherine want to do something evil to his daughter?"

Selina, Damon and Stefan looked at one another. "I forgot," Selina said gently, "you don't know about it. I thought I told you, but apparently not. You know about your being a Petrova doppleganger, just like Katherine is, and you know that that means that the Originals are after her, or you, to end the vampire curse."

Elena nodded. "Yeah, I know that. I think about it every day. Who knows when they're going to swoop down on me and take me hostage."

"Well," Selina sighed. "You might not be in as much danger as we originally thought."

"Really?" Elena's eyes brightened for a minute, then she sobered. "Why not? What changed?"

"Well," Selina continued, "Apparently, when Katherine was in England in the early sixteenth century, she came in contact with a magician. She told him her predicament and he said he knew a way to get her out of the way of the Originals. He told her that he knew a spell that would cause some other girl's bloodline to produce dopplegangers as well, and that would make the Originals less interested in her and hers and maybe keep them out of danger forever. Of course, being the enthusiastic life preservationist that she was, she seized upon this bit of information and left immediately to find the girl that would be the receipient of the transfer."

"And who was that?" Elena asked.

"Damon the First and Stella's daughter Andria."

"Oh, my God," Elena sucked in her breath. "That's terrible. What did they do to her?"

Selina shrugged. "I don't know, but it was horrible apparently. Afterwards, Andria was never quite the same."

"So did the spell work after all that?" Elena asked. "I assume it did."

"Yeah," Selina nodded. "It did, and quicker than usual. I think a doppleganger usually shows up every five hundred years as long as the spell is on the family, but for Andria's line, it only took 338 years."

"338 years from when?" Elena asked.

"338 years from 1508," Selina said.

"But that would be-" Elena paused to do the math. "1846. Wasn't that the year you were born?"

"Yep," Selina said heavily, "it was."

"No," Elena began shaking her head. "You don't mean it. You can't be serious."

"I am," Selina said, her voice solemn. "It's either you or me. Originals, take your pick."

That night, after Selina had showered and dressed in black sweatpants and a white camisol for bed, she came out of the bathroom and saw that Damon was lying on their bed and staring at her. "What's the matter?" She asked. "Are you okay?"

"I was going to ask you the same question," he said. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she nodded, sitting down at her dressing table and pulling the band out of her hair. "Why wouldn't I be?"

He got out of the bed to come stand behind her. "You seem pretty calm for someone who's possibly going to face a horribly painful death at the hands of extremely old and powerful vampires." He began to thread his fingers through her hair.

"Well," Selina said simply, "it's like I told Stella: I'm not going to start worrying until we have definite proof about the connection between me and Andria."

"Yeah," Damon said, grabbing a brush, "but from what you told Elena, it would seem like you've already resigned yourself to the idea."

Selina sighed and watched their reflections in the mirror. "What is it about my hair that fascinates you so much?" she asked, deliberately changing the subject.

Damon let her hair go for a moment and went to grab a stool from the bathroom. He placed it beside her and resumed playing with her hair. "I remember the exact moment I realized I was in love with you," he said.

"Does it have to do with my hair?" Selina asked.

"Yes," he told her. "It was when you were thirteen. Father and Stefan had gone out so it was just you and me in the house. It was a nice day so I thought I would read on the porch and get a little sun in the process, but when I went into the library to get a book, I saw something I'd never seen before: you were in there, spread out on one of the sofas reading a book. Hawthrone I think, Rappacini's Daughter. That wasn't the remarkable thing, of course. You were always a reader, much more than Father thought you should be. The remarkable thing was, that even though it was early afternoon, you'd taken your hair down. Since it was long, it looked like a sheet of black velvet flowing over the sofa cushions. And when I cleared my throat to get your attention, you looked up at me and asked me if there was something you could do for me. When I point out that it was early afternoon and your hair was down, you just nodded and said-"

"I said, 'I'm not outside, so I don't see why I should have to pander to those biddies who think loose hair during the day is uncouth. My hair is my business, not any of theirs. I will put it up when I get the urge to go outside, but not before then'." Selina smiled and nodded. "I remember that day. I was an incredibly cheeky teenager, wasn't I?"

He nodded. "Yes, you were. But for some reason, I found it immensely attractive."

She smiled, indicating the brush he held in his other hand. "If you wouldn't mind giving my hair a thorough runthrough with that, I think I'll be ready to turn in afterwards. Even though it's early, we should probably be good and rested for when Stella and her husband show up tomorrow."

"No doubt," Damon said as he ran through her hair with the brush. "I bet they're thinking along the same lines as well."

"Do you think you're mentally prepared to go?" Stella asked her husband the next morning. "Because after yesterday, I'm a little concerned for you."

"I don't know why that needs to be," her husband said. "I'm perfectly fine."

Stella eyed him critically. "And how many glasses of wine have you had this morning?" She asked. "Are you trying to get yourself good and drunk before we leave so that no one will ask you to make conversation?"

"Of course not," her husband shook his head. "I've only had three glasses, and it would take much more than that to bring me over the edge. This is just to build myself up, that's all."

"You do hold your liquor incredibly well," Stella admitted. "But I don't want you to have anymore, just in case." She snatched the wine bottle away from him and he let out a yelp of protest. "This bottle's half empty," she said, holding it up and shaking it. "I thought you said you only had three glasses."

"I did," he nodded. "But they were big glasses."

"No more," Stella said severly.

"Do you think you'll be able to reach the cabinet to put it back, or shall I get you a chair?" He asked.

Stella turned around and frowned at him. "Oh, shut up," she said. He just shrugged and grinned, taking the bottle away from her and putting it back in the cabinet. As soon as the cabinent was closed, he turned back to her and she motioned to the kitchen table. "Have a seat," she said.

"Why?" He asked. "Have I done something wrong? Is this a lecture?"

"No," Stella said. "Of course not. I just thought that I should fill you in on a few things before we leave."

"Like what?" Her husband asked as he sat down.

"Well, about Elena for starters," Stella said. "Selina was correct when she said that Elena was much nicer than Katerina, in fact she and Selina are extremely close. I believe Selina told me that Elena was the first friend she'd had in 145 years. And Stefan's dating her, so she can't be all bad."

"Or she could be terrible and Junior Two could be a sucker," her husband muttered under his breath.

"What would make you say that?" Stella asked.

"Well, let's ponder my brother's dating choices, shall we?" he asked. "There was Katerina Petrova, your cousin Kristina, and your sister Ella."

"I admit the first two weren't walks in the park, but what's wrong with Ella?" Stella asked

"Nothing," her husband said. "She's the only halfway decent person he's ever been interested in."

"And you thnk that Junior Two has the same overly syrupy approach to relationships that your brother does," Stella said flatly.

"Of course he does," her husband said immediately. "Doesn't he?"

"No," Stella shook her head. "He doesn't. He's actually quite practical in every way, not much of a risk taker, but I don't worry about him the same way I worry about your brother. He fed off only animals for the longest time, but it wasn't out of a skewed sense of duty or because he felt like he had something to make up for." She paused. "Actually, that's exactly the case. He didn't have much control over himself in the beginning, and that led to the deaths of quite a few people, which filled him with shame and made him become a vegetarian. But don't ask him about any of that though. Lina says it's best we keep it quiet."

"Are you serious?" Her husband asked.

"Yes," Stella nodded. "If you don't think of him as being a carbon copy of your brother, which he isn't, you might like him quite a bit."

"And Elena?" Her husband asked cautiously.

"Elena's fine," Stella said. "If there was something to worry about, don't you think I'd tell you? In fact, she's even starting to get Stefan able to tolerate human blood again. Now let's go before you lose your nerve completely."

Selina knocked on Stefan's door. "Are you up?" She called. "Stella and her husband are going to be here soon."

"Of course I'm up," he said, coming up behind her and making her jump. "It's after eleven. Why would I still be asleep?"

"I don't know," Selina shrugged. "You weren't downstairs. I didn't know where you were." She looked him over. He was wearing a gray suit and a red and navy blue striped tie. "Is that what you're wearing to meet Stella and her husband?"

"Yeah," he said, looking down at himself. "These are my relatives and I want to look nice."

"Go and change," Selina said immediately.

"Why?" Stefan asked. "What's wrong with what I have on?"

"If you stand in front of Stella's husband wearing a suit, it'll confirm his worst suspicions about you," Selina said patiently. "He'll realize that you're practical, studious and sensible."

"What's wrong with that?" Stefan asked.

"Well," Selina said, "that's what his brother's like, and he hates his brother, remember? You want him to like you. Would you like me to help you pick something out?"

"No," Stefan shook his head. "I think I have it under control." He came back a few minutes later in a neat pair of jeans and a navy blue polo. "How's this? Better?"

Selina looked at him for a moment, then smiled and nodded. "I think so. It's still you, but it looks more relaxed."

"What about me?" Elena appeared the next moment in jean capris and a pink, short-sleeved peasant top. "Does this look non-threatening?"

Selina nodded. "Yes it does. You look quite cheerful. And Stella promised she'd assure her husband of the wonderfulness of your character, so I think you'll have nothing to worry about."

They went downstairs where Damon stood waiting. "How long do we have?" He asked.

Selina looked at the clock on the wall. "It's noon; we've got an hour."

"Why don't you get the box from under your bed?" Damon asked Selina.

"That's right," Selina said, scampering away and heading back upstairs.

"What box?" Elena asked.

"The memory box that her dad and her uncle made up for her before her dad went off to war," Damon said. "the other reason that Stella and her husband are coming is so that we can figure out how exactly Selina is their daughter Andria's doppleganger."

"And it would stand to reason," Selina said as she came back with the box and placed it on the kitchen table, "that Andria is part of my father's family somehow. She can't be a Lockwood; they have enough problems as it is, so being part of my father's family is the only thing that makes sense."

After that, they all sat down at the kitchen table, staring at the box until Damon went and got a deck of cards. They were on their fourth game of poker when they heard the knock at the front door. "That's them," Selina said, putting down her cards and standing up. "Would you like me to go get the door?"

"Sure," Damon said absently, staring at the cards he held. "Do whatever you want."

Without another word, Selina ran to the door, opening it and saying grandly, "Welcome to our home. Come on in!"

Stella came in first and her husband followed. "This is a lot better than I thought it would be," he said. "But certainly not what I was expecting."

"This isn't where we've lived all the time," Selina reassured him quickly. "The original estate got burned down awhile back. It was something you'd like. My father-in-law was very proud of it."

"Do you miss it?" Stella asked as she took off her coat and hung it on the coat tree next to the door.

"Not really," Selina shook her head. "This place is so much more relaxed."

"Have you been back since it burned down?" Stella asked.

"Well," Selina said as she led the other two to the kitchen, "considering that the last time I was there my father in law tried to kill me because he found out I was a vampire, I really have had no desire to go back."

"That seems reasonable," Stella nodded. They entered the kitchen. "Look who I found at the door," Selina said to Stefan and Damon. They put their cards down and looked up. "Hello," Damon said, standing up first. "What do you think of the place?"

"It seems comfortable," Stella's husband said.

"This is my brother," Damon said as Stefan stood up. "Hello," Stefan said. They shook hands and then Stella's husband began circling him. "You know," he said finally, "you aren't quite what I was expecting."

"Really?" Stefan was watching him nervously.

"Actually, he is," Selina broke in. "He was wearing a suit when I first saw him this morning, but then I made him change his outfit."

Stella's husband looked at her and smiled. "That was a wise idea. Now that I've met everyone, where's that box you were talking about, Lina? That had your father's things in it?"

"It's on the table," Selina indicated the box. "But what about Elena? Don't you want to meet her?" Selina paused. "Where is Elena?" she asked.

"She went to the bathroom a minute ago. She should be back soon," Stefan said.

Right at that moment, Elena appeared. "Have they come yet, Selina?" She asked. Selina motioned in their direction and Elena looked up at Stella's husband. "Hello," she said, trying her best to sound non-threatening. "I'm Elena Gilbert. I don't think we've met."

Stella's husband froze at the sight of her. "Hello, Elena," Stella said. "It's nice to see you again. She gave her husband a sharp jab in the side and he started. "Hello,' he finally managed to get out, and then collapsed in the chair that Stefan had vacated. "Is he okay?" Selina asked Stella. "Should we get him anything?"

"A glass of red wine should get him back to his old self in no time," Stella said reassuringly, her hands on her husband's shoulders. "Then it might be best if we get going."

"Where are you going?" Elena asked.

"I think I told you before," Selina said. "The four of us are going to Uncle Andrew's namsake museum in Charleston to check out his records and see how exactly I'm related to Andria."

"What do you want us to do?" Elena asked. "Anything?"

"You two look through the box," Selina said. "And if you run across anything that makes mention of Andria Salvatore, take it out and put it somewhere safe so we can look at it when we get back."

"We can do that," Elena said as Damon returned with the glass of red wine and Stella's husband downed it in one gulp and then breathed in sharply. "Are you all right?" Stella asked. He looked up at her and nodded. "I'll be fine," he said. Then, he looked at Elena. "I'm sorry, my dear," he said. "I'm usually much better, but as you've probably heard, so many things have happened to me over the years, and most of the bad ones have been caused by a certain woman who resembles you."

"I know," Elena nodded sympathetically. "There isn't a person in this room who Katherine hasn't screwed over in some way, so it isn't like you're alone." She held out her hand and after a moment, he took it.

"Well, that's lovely," Stella said as she watched them. "Should we get going now?"

"Sure," Selina said, standing up. "Let's go." And with a quick goodbye to Stefan and Elena, they headed out the door. When they reached Stella's car, they encountered a problem: "Who's going to drive us?" Selina asked. "Maybe I should, since I know where we're going and everything."

"I don't think so," Stella said, sliding into the front seat. "This is my car, so I'm driving. You and Junior sit together in the back."

"Won't my giving you directions from the backseat be awkward?" Selina questioned.

"And you told me that since you drove on the way here, I could drive anywhere else," her husband protested.

"Three words for you," Stella said easily. "It's. My. Car. If you had a bigger one, we could all fit in that, but you don't, so we had to take mine and that means I get to drive."

"You know, I find your little power trips irritating," her husband said bitingly as he sat down next to her, and Selina took her seat in the back beside Damon.

"I'm aware of that," Stella said. "But I really don't want to argue about this now."

"Why not?" Selina asked. "Is it because you don't want to scar 'the children' in the backseat?"

"No," Stella said, allowing herself a little grin. "It's because we have to spend so much time in the car together and I don't want it all to be us fighting."

"That's reasonable, I guess." Selina sat back in her seat. "So, do you want to know where we're going?"

"We can't move if I don't know where to move to," Stella said.

"It's called the Andrew Walter Warren Memorial Museum. It's not actually in Charleston, but in a place called Connersville that's just outside it," Selina said.

"They really got creative with the name, didn't they?" Stella's husband remarked dryly.

"The kids call it 'the A.W.' for short," Selina said.

"A museum is considered a hangout?" Stella asked in surprise. "Does this town lack malls or something?"

"Well," Selina shrugged. "It's kind of small. All the stores are Mom and Pop operations."

When they'd been on the road for a little while, Selina's phone beeped. She flipped it open and saw the message. It was from Kevin. Missed you at school today. R U okay? Selina read it over then quickly snapped her phone shut.

"Who was that?" Damon asked next to her.

"No one," Selina said quickly.

"Can I see the message?" he asked.

"No," Selina said. "It's my business and I should be able to live my life without having to show you everything!" she hugged the phone tightly to her chest and averted her eyes.

"Why are you acting so defensive?" Damon asked. "If it was nothing, it would be okay for me to see it. Is it something bad?"

"No," Selina said. "Just a message from Tommy. He's concerned about me and wants to know if anything's wrong."

Damon frowned. "Wasn't he the Union soldier you married after you told him I was dead?

"Yes," Selina said. "You know that!"

"Why is he texting you?" Damon asked. "Is there something going on between you two?"

"No," Selina said incredulously. "I can't believe that you'd even bring that up. Keep this up and I swear to God something will be going on, and you'll only have yourself to blame!"

"Kids," Stella said sharply from the front seat, "do I need to separate you two?"

"Please," Selina said. "Pull over and I'll come sit next you. Anything to get away from his ridiculousness."

Stella pulled her car onto the shoulder, and she and Damon switched positions so that Selina was up front with Stella and the two Damons were in the back.

"And by the way," Selina said, turning to face her husband in the backseat. "If you're thinking of killing him, don't bother. He had an encounter with a gypsy before he left to fight, she did some magic on him, and now the only way he can die is by his own hand."

"Selina," Stella said, "eyes to the front, please."

"Sorry," Selina said, turning around.

The rest of the way to the museum, nobody talked. When they reached it, they parked and got out quickly, Selina leading them inside. They ended up in front of a young woman with short blond hair and blue eyes. When she saw Selina, her eyes lit up. "Hello, Miss Warren," she said brightly. "Did you come for another look at your uncle's things?"

Selina nodded. "Thanks, Trish. I'll need to get into the archive today if it's not too much trouble.

"Of course," Trish said. She glanced at the rest of the group. "Will they be coming with you?"

"Yeah," Selina nodded. "All of us will be going in."

With that, Trish grabbed her keys and led them into a back room, far away from the exhibits and people visiting. "In here are the things that are too delicate or valuable to be put on display," she said, motioning to the shelves full of dusty volumes and boxes of crumbling papers. "But if you put gloves on, you can look at anything you want as long as you're careful."

They all donned the gloves and Trish left them, shutting the door behind her with a click.

"All right," Stella said, looking around. "Where should we start?"

"How about you and I take the papers, and the boys can look through the diaries?" Selina asked.

And that's what they did, finding nothing significant until everything was pretty much looked over. Selina was deeply involved in a stack of papers from a box labeled The Warren Family in Europe. "This box was exactly what we were looking for," Stella said dryly. "It would have to be on the bottom."

"That's always the way," Selina agreed. "But have a look at this piece of paper." She held it up and the four of them could just make out the writing on the yellowing, crumbling paper. "It's the Warren family tree," Selina said breathlessly. "And it goes back a really long way." She ran her finger down several lines and gasped. "Oh, God! Stella, there you and Damon are, and there's Andria!" She put the paper down.

"That means it's all true," Stella said. "Are you going to be okay?"

"Now I think I'm the one who needs the drink," Selina said. "I'm doomed."

"You aren't doomed," her husband said. "We'll work this out, I promise. Nothing bad is going to happen to you."