As James showed up at work the next day, Susanna hid in the darker corner of her cell, hoping that he wouldn't see her. But alas, no such luck. "Susanna Siobhan!" He yelled and rapped on the bars of her cell until she showed her face. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I have a good reason for being here," she said as she revealed herself, trying not to quiver under her father's angry glance. But she was scared anyway. There was a reason he'd once been known as the scariest man in the magic world, and she was seeing it right now.

"Explain it to me, then," James ordered. "What the hell could possibly motivate you to put yourself in jail?"

"We came here to break Alistair and Astrid out," Susanna explained. "Me, Marcel, and Jonathan. But Doctor Putnam caught us and said the only way he would let Astrid and Alistair go is if I stayed in their place, and I said 'Yes'."

"Well, fuck it all!" James muttered. "I never realized til now that you were so like your mother, and this is a horrible way to show it!"

"What the hell does that mean?" Susanna asked.

"It means that putting yourself in danger just to save someone else is a stupid thing to do!" James replied. "When your mother did it, it was a bad idea, and it's terrible you're doing it now!"

"What do you mean 'it was a bad idea for your mother to save someone else'?" Susanna asked.

"The whole reason why your mother ended up with me was cause I was going to punish her aunt for messing with love (even though, as a vampire, she wasn't technically in my jurisdiction), and your mother, who was only ten at the time, made a deal with me that if I let her aunt go, she would do whatever I wanted. And now you're being dumb enough to do the same sort of thing. Do you even realize what you've gotten yourself into?"

"Yes, I do!" Susanna nodded. "And I can deal with it, so don't worry about me!"

"Excuse me," James said. "What do you mean, don't worry about you? You're my baby daughter! of course I'm going to worry about you! Doctor Putnam could kill you! Do you want that?"

"Well, no, I don't!" Susanna replied. "But Doctor Putnam wouldn't be stupid enough to kill me...right?"

"Well, I should hope not, but you never know with guys like him. And you have to trust me on that, cause I used to be just like him!" James told her.

"I can't leave here," Susanna told her father. "Otherwise, he'll bring Grandpa Alistair and Grandma Astrid back here and they looked so sick when we rescued them. They looked like they were going to die. I can't put them through that again!"

"Well, you certainly won't be staying here," James replied.

At that moment, a grinning Doctor Putnam sneaked up behind James. "So, Mr. Black," he said. "What do you think about your little surprise?" He asked, a grin wide on his face. "Do you like it?"

"Let my daughter out now!" James yelled, grabbing Jonathan's father by his throat.

Doctor Putnam just chuckled and punched James in the gut, making him sprawl on the floor and gasp for breath. "You know I would be more than happy to let your daughter go," he said. "But she made a deal with me. She chose to be here. Our deal was that I would not arrest her. I was perfectly within my rights."

James struggled to his feet and gave Doctor Putnam a sock in the jaw which made him hit his head hard against the metal bars of the cell and crumple to the floor unconscious. Taking advantage of the situation, James unlocked the cell door, yanked Susanna out, and brought her outside, zapping her home.

Lenora cried out when she saw her daughter and ran to give her a hug. "I'm so glad you got out!" She said. "But have you lost your mind?"

"I'm no crazier than you, Miss 'Make a deal with the scariest gut in the world to save your aunt'," Susanna told her.

"Never mind," Lenora replied. "You go to your room!"

"You can't send me to my room!" Susanna said.

"Oh, yes I can!" Lenora shouted back. She got Susanna in her room and locked the door, but of course Susanna escaped, not even leaving her parents a note. But they knew where she'd gone. "We'll have to get Henry to help us get her back," James said. "Cause if Susanna is anything like you, the woman who lit herself on fire to avoid housework, our daughter will not come peacefully."

"All right," James replied. "I'll let Henry know what happened and you...you head to the council jail."

"Got it," Lenora told him and gave him a quick kiss. "Good luck."

"So lesson learned not to have any dinner parties where you and Kol are in the same space," Amy chided her husband.

"It was not my fault!" Klaus replied. "I tried to behave just like you wanted me to, but then Kol tripped me and tried to make me look like an idiot!"

"Well, I suppose I should give you credit for trying," Amy said. She went to Savannah's bedroom and found her daughter staring morosely out the window. "You've been very well-behaved these last few days," she complimented. "Why?"

"Cause Jonathan and Susanna got Alistair and Astrid out of jail," Savannah sighed. "And they didn't even invite me to come with them. Now Susanna is in jail and so I don't have a lot to do with myself."

"Well, if you wanted, I could help you find something," Amy offered.

"It's not cleaning, is it?" Savannah asked suspiciously.

"No!" Amy shook her head. But as she looked around her daughter's messy room, she said, "But picking up some of your things wouldn't hurt."

"All right," Savannah replied and, with a flick of her wrist, the room was spotless.

"Thank you," Amy replied. "But like I said, what I want you to help me with has nothing to do with cleaning. A friend of mine and your Aunt Margot's, Rebecca, is coming to visit and I want you to help me think of things that we can do. Will you help me?"

"Sure," Savannah replied, standing up. "Whatever." She followed Amy into the living room and they began making a list of activities that Rebecca could do when she came to visit. While they did that, Klaus came up behind them and gave Savannah a kiss on the top of the head. "What are we doing?" He asked.

"I have a witch friend named Rebecca who's coming to visit and Savannah and I are thinking up an itinerary for when she comes," Amy replied.

"Interesting," Klaus said, sitting down on Amy's other side. "I wouldn't have thought that you'd still have witch friends willing to talk to you."

"Well, not everyone is as closed minded and traditional as Doctor Putnam or my family would want you to believe," Amy replied. "It's been so long since I've seen her. It'll really be a treat when she comes." She smiled at Savannah. "And I bet she'll be glad to meet you too," she said.

"I'm sure," Savannah replied dryly. "I can't wait to meet her either."

A few days later, Savannah was surprised when Jonathan called and asked her to come over. "I'm not going to be there when you arrive," he said. "There will be a key under the doormat that you can let yourself in with. There'll be surprise waiting for you."

"A surprise?" Savannah asked hopefully. "What sort of a surprise?"

"Well if I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?" Jonathan asked with a chuckle. "Are you going to come?"

"Well, of course!" Savannah replied. "Try and stop me from finding out what the surprise is!" She then ended the call and went to tell Amy that she was gonna be gone for a bit. "Jonathan says he has a surprise for me," she said. "And I want to see what it is."

Amy, who already knew that the surprise was Rebecca at Jonathan's house, just smiled and said, "I think you'll like it. Have fun!" Savannah paused. "Do you know what my surprise is?"

"Yes," Amy nodded. "But I won't wreck it for you, so don't ask. If you want to know, you'll have to go and see for yourself."

"All right," Savannah replied. "I'll go now!"

She zapped herself to Jonathan's and got the key out from under the mat to let herself in, just as Jonathan had instructed. And when she got inside, she was met by a smiling woman with long, straight blonde hair, a pink dress, and visible blue eye shadow who pulled her into a tight hug.

"What the hell," she muttered. "Who are you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry!" The woman apologized and let her go. "I'm Rebecca. You look so much like your mother I just had to do something about it. You are Savannah, aren't you?"

"Yeah," Savannah nodded and eyed the woman suspiciously. "Look, Jonathan said he had a surprise waiting for me here and I was wondering if you knew anything about that."

"As a matter of fact, I do know about it," Rebecca replied, following Savannah around the house. "Your surprise is me. Jonathan said he'd be back soon and if you showed up, I shouldn't be shy about introducing myself."

"Well, I can tell him you definitely weren't," Savannah replied dryly, bitter that this woman was her surprise, instead of jewelry or a pretty dress. "Congratulations." She frowned when she realized Rebecca was still staring at her. "What?" She asked.

"Sorry, I was staring, wasn't I?" Rebecca flushed a little. "It's just that you're so pretty! When your mom and I would talk about the kids we'd have, we both agreed that she should have a daughter that looked just like her, and here you are!"

"Yeah," Savannah replied dryly. "It's a bloody, freaking miracle. Did Jonathan say when he was coming back?"

"No," Rebecca shrugged and stretched out on the sofa. "But it should be soon, though."

Not a second after she said that, they heard a key turn in the lock and Jonathan entered the house a second later, his arms full of grocery bags. "Here," Savannah replied. "Let me help!"

"Thank you!" Jonathan said with a grin when she pulled some bags away from his face. "So...how do you like your surprise?"

"Well," Savannah chuckled. "It was certainly a surprise, all right. Good job with that!"

"You know, I wasn't sure I'd be able to fool you," Jonathan replied, putting his bags on the counter. "But apparently, I did!"

"We're not gonna have to worry about your father showing up here, are we?" Savannah asked.

"Oh, no," Jonathan shook his head. "Mr. Black is on him for what he did to Susanna, so we won't be seeing him for a long time!"

"Oh, well that's good!" Savannah replied. "Will Susanna be okay?"

"I have no doubt," Jonathan replied. "She'll be fine."

"Good," Savannah replied and took a calming breath. Then she realized that Rebecca was still staring at her. "What now?" She asked impatiently. "Why do you find me so damn interesting?"

"Well, I was expecting a younger girl," Rebecca replied. "You're a teenager!"

"Technically I used a spell to give myself five extra years," Savannah replied. "I'm really only eleven, if you want the absolute truth."

"But why would you want to age yourself like that?" Rebecca asked. "That's just silly. You should enjoy being a kid while you can!"

Savannah gave Jonathan a look and tried not to be embarrassed and blush in front of her mother's friend. "None of your business," she mumbled.

Before Rebecca could say another thing, the doorbell rang and Jonathan went to answer it. Savannah was relieved when he ushered Amy and Margot into the house.

"Awww, is it just you two?" Rebecca asked, looking at them. "I was hoping to meet your husbands!"

"Really?" Savannah asked. "You do know their husbands are vampires, right?"

"Yeah," Rebecca nodded. "But what does that have to do with anything?"

Savannah heard this and gained the teensiest bit of respect for the perky, touchy-feely blonde witch. "It doesn't have anything to do with anything," she said quietly. "I just...I thought you'd be one of the people that actually cared about stuff like that."

"Oh, no," Rebecca replied. "My mom was a human. Dad ran off with her instead of marrying a witch. His parents weren't too happy with him."

"But I thought warlocks and witches marrying humans was okay," Savannah replied.

"Warlocks marrying humans is frowned upon since the witch to warlock ratio is more in favor of witches," Amy explained. "So a witch marrying a human man (cause there are more witches than warlocks) is more acceptable than a warlock marrying a human woman and depriving a witch of a chance to have pure children."

"Damn, everything is more complex than I thought," Savannah replied. "No wonder Jonathan's dad the traditionalist is so against him being with me."

"But don't let it worry you too much," Rebecca told her.

"Oh, I won't," Savannah assured her. "Don't you worry either."

Rebecca paused, her eyes widening as she peered at Savannah "Wait a minute, you and she are together?" She asked Jonathan.

"Not...not completely," Jonathan replied, looking uncomfortable. "Just..just sometimes...I think I'll go get myself a drink. Anyone else want anything?"

"I'll come help you," Margot volunteered. When they'd gone, Amy pulled the list of activities out of her purse. "Savannah and I made this up for you," she said, handing it to Rebecca. "It's a list of ways to entertain yourself while you're here."

"Well, thank you!" Rebecca replied, taking it. "You're so sweet to do that!" As she looked over the list, Jonathan and Margot came out with the drinks. "I was thinking we could go see that movie about Marie Antoinette that's playing at the Paramount," Jonathan told Rebecca as he sat down next to her. "Do you want to? I remember how you were always intrigued by the French Revolution. And then maybe we could go to the exhibit on Picasso at the art museum after."

"That would be fun!" Rebecca replied. They continued to talk about the movie and the museum, and Jonathan and Rebecca made the plans for themselves, Margot, and Amy to go the next day. After awhile, Rebecca yawned loudly. "Sorry about that," she said. "I'm so jet-lagged, I think I need to sleep."

"Well, let me show you to your room, then," Jonathan replied, standing up.

"Hold on!" Savannah cried. "She's staying here?"

"Yes," Jonathan nodded. "I don't see why not."

"What about me?" Savannah asked. "How are we supposed to do what we do when she's here?"

"I was thinking you wouldn't mind a break," Jonathan told her. "She's only gonna be here for a week. I can see you anytime. You can understand, can't you?"

"No!" Savannah shook her head. "I can't!"

"Well, I don't know what to tell you, then," Jonathan replied. "And I would invite you to come to the movie and the museum with us, but I fear it would be too grown-up for you to appreciate."

In a huff, Savannah zapped herself home and sat down hard on a chair at the kitchen table, her anger compounding when she heard her father's laughter. "Damn it, Daddy!" She yelled. "I don't see what' s so funny!"

"It's you!" Klaus chuckled. "You had that little pout that you've done ever since you were a baby, and it's the most adorable thing!"

"It's not!" Savannah growled. "I'm pissed off!"

"Why?" Klaus asked.

"Cause Jonathan likes stupid Rebecca more than me!" She complained. "He says I'm not grown up. You don't think that, do you?"

"No," Klaus replied in a patronizing voice. "You're plenty grown up. You want me to get you some chocolate milk?"

"No," Savannah shook her head wildly. "I'll get it myself. I'm not a child."

"All right," Klaus replied, smirking with his back turned. "Whatever you say."