"I can't believe you spent the night with a guy!" Samantha cried as she hugged Davina hard. "How was the sex? It wasn't the guy who gave you problems before, was it?"

"Yes, but there wasn't any sex," Davina said. "We just fell asleep on his sofa after watching a movie."

"And you had your clothes on in the morning?" Samantha questioned.

"Yes!" Davina assured her. "I did! When he's not full of grief, he's a very nice man. You should meet him."

"No, thank you," Samantha replied. "I have met him, remember? And he's not my cup of tea. Hell, it took a bit of time for Stefan to be my cup of tea, and I like him."

"I'm not asking you to date him!" Davina cried. "And I've been the third wheel plenty of times with you and Stefan." She smiled. "Did you just say you liked Stefan?"

"Well, that's your choice, isn't it?" Samantha smiled and ignored Davina's question. "Speaking of, I have to go meet him. When Ian comes back, lie to him about where I went if he asks, okay?"

"All right," Davina promised. "I won't tell Ian a thing, I swear."

"You're the best!" Samantha hugged her then and ran off to meet Stefan.

Wanting to avoid Kai and Victoria's extra houseguests who seemed to be more dangerous than she, Samantha, or Ian had ever been, Davina decided to leave and head back to Andrew and Amelia's, wondering what sort of reception she'd get since she'd just left there.

"Hi," Thomas said when he opened the door. "I thought you left."

"I did, but we have some very unpleasant house guests at home and Kai and Victoria have already sent their kids away, so I just thought I might—"

"Stay here with us until they go away?" Thomas finished. "Is that what you want?"

"Well, no, if it's too much of an inconvenience," Davina told him. "But maybe if I stayed here for a few hours, I could think about what to do with myself."

"It's not a problem for you to be here if you have issues at home," Thomas told her.

"No, I couldn't leave Kai and Victoria alone to deal with those horrible people," Davina got out. "It wouldn't be nice."

"Well, how could you help them?" Thomas asked. "Could you really? Or would you just make yourself miserable?"

Davina sighed. "You know, I never thought of it that way. I guess I wouldn't be any help at all, so I'll just stay here with you if that's okay."

"Of course it is," Thomas said with a smile as he gently pulled her inside and offered to take her coat.

"Well, look who's back!" Andrew remarked when he came upon them a few seconds later. "We're so delightful that you just couldn't stay away, could you?"

"No!" Davina smiled. "That and I remembered when I got home that we have some house guests that I'm just dying to stay the hell away from."

"Oh, I know how you feel," Andrew nodded. "I would run and hide any time Amelia's parents came anywhere near me. Not nice people, really. And yet she turned out so nice. At least around me, that is."

"Interesting," Davina nodded. "But I bet Amelia's parents were angels compared to the people at home."

"I won't challenge you," Andrew told her. "I don't want you to have to relive the things you'll need to tell me to prove it."

"Okay," Thomas told her. "Depending on how long you're staying, we really will need to make up a room for you cause in the long term, a bed is much more comfortable than a couch."

"Oh, you don't have to go to a lot of trouble," Davina told him. "I could just stay in your room if it'll make things easier." She then saw their smirks and raised eyebrows and realized what she'd said. "I didn't mean it that way," she said quickly, blushing a brilliant shade of red. "I meant get me a sleeping bag or some blankets so I can sleep on the floor in his room! I didn't mean I want to go anywhere near his bed."

"We know what you meant," Andrew said, patting her on the shoulder. But he was still chuckling behind her back.

Later in the day, they went to visit Thomas' Uncle Matthew.

"So you're having trouble at home?" Matthew asked Davina. "Did you age rapidly just like our daughter Sarah did? Is that the trouble, or are you hiding out from the crazy people at Kai and Victoria's house like Finn is?"

"The latter," Davina told him. "I'm one of the kids that Kai and Victoria invited to live with them."

"Oh, yes," Matthew nodded. "How nice!"

Just then, Sunny, Jack, and Zeke all came running up to the new visitors, barking and pawing at them.

"All right, everyone," Matthew said, gently pulling them all away. "Why don't we leave all the visitors alone now?"

"Oh, that's all right," Davina said and petted Sunny's head. "I've always wanted a pet. I love animals."

"That's good to know," Thomas said. "Did I tell you I have werewolf heritage?"

"What?" Davina asked, looking a little alarmed. "Are you saying you're a werewolf now?"

"No, I'm not," Thomas shook his head. "But I could be. And that's why I got so mad that one time and what happened between us happened in my bedroom, you know.

"Ah, yes," Davina nodded. "That thing."

"Actually, now that you're a vampire, I don't think you can just turn," Matthew assured him. "I think that once you're a vampire, you can't turn into a werewolf at all, or it takes some pretty strong magic or something to make it work."

"Well, that's a relief," Thomas sighed.

Just then, Sarah came in, her hand in Finn's. "We heard a bunch of commotion," she said. "Do we need to take Sunny for a walk?"

"Yeah," Matthew nodded and picked up the dog, handing it to his daughter while Finn said 'Hello' to Davina.

"Did you run off from home too?" He smiled. "I don't blame you."

"I thought about staying right where I was, but your parents insisted I go somewhere else because I'd have a better time that way." She shrugged. "They know those people better than I do, so I wasn't gonna contradict them."

"Smart move," Finn nodded. "Very smart move."

They strode off and then Thomas asked Davina, "What would you like to do now?"

"I don't know," Davina shrugged. "I've always wanted to know what you read in the park. Will you show me?"

"Sure," Thomas nodded. "But just to warn you, it might make you bored."

"We'll just see about that," Davina smiled.

They went to the part and sat on Thomas' usual bench while he rummaged around in his bag for the copy of Oliver Twist he'd been reading. When he took the book out and removed the book mark, he chuckled to himself.

"Why are you laughing?" Davina asked curiously. "I thought Dickens wasn't supposed to be funny."

"It's not," Thomas replied, sobering. "But I've liked this book for so long, and then I find out about where I really came from and it's like I'm living it. He starts out as nobody and then finds out that he has rich relatives he never knew about. Isn't that an interesting coincidence?"

"Yeah," Davina nodded. "It really is." She laid her head on his shoulder as he kept the book open on his lap and read to her out loud. Eventually, the sky darkened above them and Thomas looked up when a cold drop of rain hit him on the head and a few more fell on his book, dampening the page.

"Damn!" He swore. "I guess we should be getting home now."

"Oh, don't worry about it," Davina said and kissed him before zapping up a red umbrella that she held over their heads. "There you go," she said. "This way we can keep on reading if you're not bothered by a little rain."

"I'm not," Thomas shook his head. "Are you?"

"Absolutely not," Davina replied. "Keep on reading, please."

By the time they got home, Davina was sneezing repeatedly and had the sniffles. "Damn it, I'm sorry," Thomas apologized and went to get her some tissues. "I forgot that you can still get sick in the rain. I'm such an idiot."

"No, you're not," Davina replied and blew her nose. "It was worth it. I had a good time." He put a hand on her forehead. "You don't feel warm, but I think we should try and head whatever you might have off at the pass before it gets too out of control."

Making sure she had a good grip on the tissue box, he took her to his room and tucked her into his bed. "I'm not having you sleep on the floor if you're sick," he told her.

"But I might not be!" She said and unleashed a horrible cough.

"Then what was that?" He asked her wryly.

"Uh, nothing," Davina said quickly. "Nothing at all."

"Sure," Thomas said, his tone disbelieving. "Whatever you say." He went to the kitchen and said to Amelia, "Do we have some of that chamomile tea around? Or did we drink it all?"

"I think we still have some," Amelia replied. "Why?"

"Davina and I were reading out in the park when it started to rain," he said. "I kept her out too long and now I think she's sick."

"Well, if you're so worried about it, you can give her blood and that will take care of it," Amelia shrugged.

"No, I don't think I will," Thomas replied. "She's not that ill and I want…I want a chance to take care of her. I think that would be nice after what I did."

"That's very sweet!" Amelia smiled. "I trust you have it all under control, but if you need help, don't be afraid to ask your father or me."

"I won't," Thomas said and smiled at her before going to root around in the tea box. When he found the chamomile, he then said to Amelia, "Do you know how to do this? I don't."

"Sure," Amelia nodded. "I'll make the tea, and you go ask Davina if she wants anything to eat, all right?"

"All right," Thomas nodded and ran back to his room. "I'll do it."

"You guys didn't have to do this for me," Davina smiled as she lay in bed with her tea and a plate of chocolate cake. "I'm not even that sick!"

"But you could be if we're not careful," Amelia told her. "It's our pleasure. Sorry I didn't get you any milk, though. Cause if you're congested, milk just makes that worse."

"Really?" Davina asked. "I didn't know that."

"Well, it's true," Amelia smiled. Then she went to wash her hands in Thomas' bathroom. "Now that I'm human I have to remember that I can get germs too," she said. "You can never be too careful." She left Thomas and Davina alone then and Davina said, "Are you sure you want me to sleep here? This is your room. You shouldn't be on the floor." She then zapped in another bed that was identical to the one she was in. "There you go," she smiled with satisfaction. "Now no one has to sleep on the floor. I don't know why I didn't think of it before."

"Cause you really did wanna sleep in my bed, didn't you?" Thomas whispered in her ear and then smiled widely when she turned to look at him.

Then she inadvertently sneezed in his face and he stepped back. "All right," he said, wiping it off with his sleeve. "I'm gonna let you eat and rest now. Goodnight."

"Goodnight!" Davina called after him. "And sorry I sneezed all over you. I didn't really mean to!"