Damon had to nudge Selina awake because she refused to listen to her alarm. "It's 8:00 in the morning," he said, shaking her gently. "You have to get up and go to school."

Selina opened one eye and rolled over onto her stomach from her side, facing him. "What if I don't want to go to school?" She asked.

"Tough luck," he said. "You have to. Do you feel all right? Do you need something for your head? I could make you your favorite hangover cure if you'd like."

"Fine," Selina said. "Thanks. My head's throbbing. I don't remember going to bed last night."

"That's hardly surprising," Damon told her. "If I wouldn't have been there to stop you, you would have gone home with the local college basketball team."

"Really?" Selina's eyes sparkled devilishly. "Were they a good-looking team of basketball players?"

He stared at her incredulously. "Selina Amelia Elizabeth Warren, I'm wounded."

She giggled. "I was only kidding. So, hangover cure?"

"Fine," Damon rolled his eyes and left the room. "Despite the fact that you hurt me so badly, I'll go make it for you. I'll be back in a minute."

"I know you're messing with me!" Selina called after him. "I know you're not really hurt!"

As he was on his way out, he ran into Stefan who came in. "How long do you think it will take you to get ready for school?" Stefan asked.

Selina pulled the wine-red comforter aside and got out of bed. "I don't know if I want to go to school today," she told him.

"I can understand that, after the night you had last night. "Are you feeling sick?"

"No," Damon said as he came into the room. "She's just a little hung over, but this will fix her right up."

He handed Selina the glass and she gulped it down, her nose wrinkling. "What the hell do you put in this?" She asked. "It burns my esophagus and makes it very difficult to breathe."

Damon took the glass away. "That may be, but it wakes you up, doesn't it? Now why don't you want to go to school?"

Selina heaved a big sigh. "Because if I go to school, I have to ride in the car with Elena the backstabbing traitor; that's why I don't want to go to school."

"Backstabbing traitor?" Stefan asked. "That seems a little harsh."

Selina put her hands on her hips. "Stefan, she told Katherine, Isobel and that uncle of hers about my Damon amnesia and now they're planning to use it against me."

"And how did you hear about this?" Stefan asked.

Selina headed into the closet and began throwing clothes around. "I heard it from Elena yesterday," she said.

"That's nice of her, don't you think?" Stefan asked. "To tell you about it ahead of time before Katherine and the others had a chance to act on it? That way we can head off anything they do instead of it hitting us out of the blue."

When Selina came out of the closet, she was dressed in a white-and-purple striped blouse and a short jean skirt with light purple ballet flats. "If she would have kept her trap shut in the first place, then we wouldn't have to be planning any counter attacks in the first place."

"You're going to come to school with us," Stefan said. "I expect you to be by the car in ten minutes."

As soon as he was gone, Selina stepped away from the closet and put her arms around Damon. "What do you want?" He asked, gazing at her suspiciously.

She put her head on his right shoulder. "I was just thinking, if I didn't go to school, then we could spend all day doing other things. Wouldn't you like that?" She gazed up at him appealingly.

He gazed at her for a moment before gently pushing her back from him. "You have to go," he said. He slowly turned her around, put a hand in the center of her back, and pushed her out of the bedroom, through the living room, and toward the front door.

When they reached the kitchen, she stopped. "Could I get something from the kitchen really fast?" She asked. I promise I'll come right back."

He followed her into the kitchen. She grabbed a piece of bubblegum from the jar full of candy on the counter, unwrapped, it and popped it into her mouth. "Okay," she said around it. "I'm ready to go." This time, she got out the door on her own.

"Nice to see you," Stefan said dryly. "I want you in the back; when we get to Elena's house, I'm going to have her sit next to you so the two of you can work out whatever's wrong."

"I'm not talking to her," Selina said. "So I fail to see what good this is going to do."

"You are talking to her," Stefan said as he began driving. "This is all a big misunderstanding and I'm not going to let it turn into Stella and Katherine, part deux. Do you really want to lose your best friend because you leapt before you looked?"

"She's not my best friend anymore, Stefan," Selina said. "If she were, she wouldn't have ratted me out and put me in a bunch of possible danger."

"Possible being the operative word there," Stefan said. "Nothing's actually happened to you yet, has it?"

"No," Selina admitted grudgingly, crossing her arms and pushing back into the seat. "And Stella and I captured Katherine last night, so she's stuck at the hideout."

"There you go," Stefan said. "Elena's in a lot more danger than you because she has far fewer people on her team and she lost one last night, so you shouldn't be spiteful like this."

"I'll decide when and how spiteful I want to be, thank you very much," Selina said. "Now watch the road; you wouldn't want to miss precious Elena's house."

A few minutes later, they pulled into the Gilbert driveway. Stefan honked the horn and a few minutes later, Elena came running down the stairs. Stefan got out of the car and they ran into each others' arms, kissing, Selina thought, for a little too long."

"You know," she said when they got back into the car, "you two sicken me."

Elena looked up as she fiddled with her seatbelt. "And what the heck is your problem?" She asked. "Did you fall off the wrong side of the bed this morning?"

"Don't mind her," Stefan said quickly. "She and Stella went out drinking last night and she's still recovering from being hung over."

"She knows," Selina said, chewing her gum and blowing a loud bubble. "She was at Doctor Stensrund's house when we caught Katherine."

"I tried to get the two of them to stop," Elena said. "But they just kept right on doing what they were doing."

As Stefan made the turn onto the usual road they took to get to school, he groaned. "The road's closed," he said. "We're going to have to take a detour." He found the alternative route quickly and they weren't thrown off schedule too much. But as they made a particularly sharp turn, Elena let out a squeal. "What's the matter?" Stefan asked, pulling onto the shoulder.

"Selina spit gum in my hair!" Elena shrieked. "It's going to take forever to get out!"

"It's not that difficult," Selina said. "Just chop it all off; you'd look good bald." She laughed. "Besides, it was an accident."

At that moment, Elena stopped trying to get the gum out, grabbed Selina by the shoulders, and rammed her hard against the window. "That was an accident too," she said.

"Damn!" Selina cried out. "That really hurt!" With a strangled cry, she sent her fist plowing straight into Elena's eye. Then, Elena grabbed chunks of Selina's hair and began pulling. As the fight continued, Stefan considered the two of them for a moment, and then thought about whether or not he should try and pull them apart. Finally, he pulled out his phone, dialing Damon's number.

"I'm parked on the shoulder near the Carver Avenue detour," Stefan said. "I need your help now. No time to explain what the problem is, at least not if you want us to still have a spouse and girlfriend in the next twenty-ish minutes."

"What the hell's going on?" Damon asked when he arrived.

"Look," Stefan said, pointing. "Do you think we should try and pull them apart, or should we just let them wear themselves out?"

Damon peered in. He saw that Selina and Elena were still beating on one another. "From the looks of things, it would be safer to just let them wear themselves out. Although I did come with another alternative because when you called, I figured it would be something like this."

"What is it?" Stefan asked, then watched in amazement as Damon pulled out a vervain dart. "Cover me," Damon said. "I'm going in." He opened the door, and after getting Selina's elbow in his eye, finally managed to lodge the dart in her back. Swearing, she cried out in pain, then collapsed.

As Damon pulled Selina out of the car and put her in the backseat of his, Elena took several deep breaths. "Are you all right?" Stefan asked. "What's the damage?"

"I believe I gave as good as I got," Elena said weakly. Her clothes were torn, her face was covered in scratches, and her hair was in complete disarray, with the gum now worked in even deeper. But she was smiling.

"You want to go home and change?" Stefan asked. "It couldn't hurt; we're already late for school."

"Thanks," Elena said. "And Jenna's really good with a pair of scissors; maybe I could get her to work on my hair."

As Stefan and Elena drove back to her house, Damon got into his car and started it up. "How could Stefan be so dumb to put Selina and Elena in the same space when Selina was as upset as she was?" he asked himself. "Did he learn nothing from what happened with Bonnie?"

As they reached the boardinghouse, Damon heard a moan from the backseat. "Why are we home?" Selina asked weakly. "Is school over?"

"No," Damon said as he opened the door and hauled her out. "You behaved very badly so I brought you home. I'm going to drive you back to school later, maybe after lunch. You'll be just in time for history."

"What'd you have to shoot me full of vervain for?" Selina asked.

"You were beating the hell out of Elena," Damon said. "It was the only way to get you off."

"She was beating me up too!" Selina said indignantly. "Or didn't you notice that?"

"I did notice," Damon said. "But since you're the stronger being, it's worse when you do it."

"So am I in time out now?" Selina asked. "Or did you want to take me up on the offer I made this morning?"

"You're in time out," Damon said. "You aren't going to leave your room until I come and you."

"Oh, all right," Selina said. "But if you want to blame somebody for this, blame Stefan; he was the one who put me in the same space as Elena when I was mad at her. After what happened with Bonnie, he should have known better."

"My thoughts exactly," Damon said. "But you still beat up Elena, so go to your room."

Selina rolled her eyes. "You're going to have to help me," she said. "Seeing as you shot me full of vervain; that doesn't put me at my most coordinated."

"Fine." For the second time in two days, he picked her up, carried her up the stairs, took her to her room and dumped her on her bed. Then, he locked the door behind him.

"What the hell did you do to your hair?" Jenna asked when Elena got back to her house. "And that's just my first question." She looked over at Stefan. "Did you have an accident?" She asked.

Stefan shook his head. "No. Sophia wasn't in the best mood this morning and she took it out on Elena; I had to call Damon to come separate the two of them."

"Ah," Jenna said. She looked at Elena. "Aside from the gummy hair, torn clothes, and scratched up face, are you all right?"

"Yeah," Elena nodded. "Could you try and do something about the gum, please?" Jenna nodded and came back with a pair of scissors. Carefully, she cut the gum out and proceeded to even out the rest. In the end, it wasn't the prettiest haircut Elena had ever had, but it wasn't the worst. It stopped at her chin, so it was quite a change.

"Now go up and change your clothes," Jenna said. "Then you two can go back to school."

Three hours later, Selina was beginning to get restless. She went to her bedroom door and opened it. "Can I come out now?" She called.

"No," Damon called back immediately. "I'll bring you a blood bag in fifteen minutes. You drink it and then I'll take you to school."

Shutting her bedroom door, Selina went and sat down on her bed. She stared at the wall and began humming Captain and Tenille songs. After her third run-through of "Muskrat Love," she heard a knock at the door. A moment later, Damon entered, clutching a blood bag in one hand.

"I heard you humming 'Muskrat Love' so I figured I better get up here," he said. "I don't think either of us needs that kind of punishment."

Selina took the blood and after she finished it, she looked up at Damon. "So we're going to school now."

"Yes," Damon nodded. "Get your bag and meet me at the car."

As soon as he was gone, Selina grabbed her bag, but was suddenly struck by a wicked idea. She began to root around in her closet until she located the air horn she'd gotten when she and Tyler had gone to a Baltimore Ravens game. It still had a little noise left in it. She slipped it into her bag and went to meet Damon at his car.

They arrived at school just in time for history. When she entered the room, Alaric stepped away from the board and put his hand on her shoulder. "Are you all right?" He asked her quietly. "I heard you had a little upset this morning."

"Of course," Selina said, smiling easily. "I'm just perfect." She went to take a seat, making sure to pick one that was as far from Elena as possible. But as she passed Elena's desk, she was sure to whisper, "nice hair. What happened to it?"

Elena ignored her. Selina sat down and Alaric began his lecture on Roosevelt and the battle of San Juan Hill.

As soon as history ended, Elena went to her locker. Luckily, it was far from Selina's and she could get her books in peace without wondering about another sneak attack. After she'd gotten most of her books, she heard a noise behind her. She was just about to turn when she heard the shrill honking of an air horn. Startled, she jumped up and hit her head on the wall of her locker. Groaning, she rubbed her head and turned, frowning when she saw Selina, who was laughing uproariously.

"You should have seen the look on your face," Selina said when she finally got a breath. "And when your head hit your locker…oh, that was all I hoped it would be." She sauntered away, throwing the spent air horn in the trash.

"What was that all about?" Jeremy asked as he came toward Elena. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah," Elena nodded. "I'll be fine; Selina's just in a mood today."

"You know," Jeremy told her, "Uncle John asked me to worm my way into Selina's confidence and then squash her like a bug; I wasn't going to do it, but after that little display, I'm having second thoughts."

"I know Uncle John asked you that," Elena said. "I heard the two of you talking this morning."

"Were you planning on telling Selina?" Jeremy asked.

"I was," Elena said, narrowing her eyes. "Until today, when I learned that all being honest with her gets me is gum in my hair and a black eye; she can fend for herself for all I care."

Selina was on her way to her locker to get books for her last class of the day, trigonometry, when she was waylaid. Michael came out from a side classroom, grabbed her by the arm and pulled her in. "And what is it you want?" Selina asked.

"Nothing much," Michael said. "I just wanted to say hi and ask where Tommy's gone off to."

"He died," Selina said. "When he realized that there was nothing he could do that would make me fall out of love with Damon in back in love with him, he killed himself. I wish you would do the same thing."

"Come on, Selina," Michael said silkily. "Is that any way to talk to your husband?"

"Oh, God," Selina turned. "Never use the word 'husband' when talking to me and referring to yourself, all right?"

"But it's true, though." Michael pressed. "We got married in Atlantic City."

"We did," Selina said. "And it was a terrible, horrible mistake. I want to get a divorce. Or I could just kill you; take your pick."

Michael's lip curled. "You wouldn't kill me; then how would Tyler get his body back?"

"As long as I didn't kill you in too violent a manner, Tyler would still have a body to come back to," Selina assured him."

"I doubt you'd be able to restrain yourself," Michael said. He came closer to her and pulled her to him. "Listen," he said, his voice dropping. "I have the period after this off. You want to head out early and do another reenactment of the original Little Red Riding Hood story?"

Selina scoffed. "If that was something I did with you the last time we were together than no. Thankfully, I was so drunk I barely remember."

Michael leaned in to kiss her. She could feel his warm breath on her lips. She tried to squirm away, but he held her fast. Then, suddenly, he let out a howl of pain, released her and went staggering backward. Selina had a feeling what had caused Michael such agony. She left the classroom and headed to the nearest bathroom. Looking into the mirror, she was reassured to see Tyler looking back at her.

"Thanks for that," she said, taking a deep breath.

"No problem," Tyler said. "I just wanted to give you an update: I found your parents, and Uncle Jacob is still spying on the wolf pack. Once you get done with class, get someone to take you to your parents' house. They're waiting for you there."

"Thanks, Tyler," Selina repeated. "And we're working on getting your body back; just be patient."

"No problem," Tyler said. "I've got enough to occupy my time. It's not like I desperately need to be anywhere else."

"It was agony getting through her next class; as soon as the bell rang, Selina grabbed her bag and sprinted out the door.

"Where are you going?" Stefan called after her as he and Elena came out of their economics class.

"I've got to get to my parents' house," Selina called to him. "Tyler found them and they're waiting for me!"

"I'll get a ride with Caroline," Elena told him. "You can take her if you want; it's a bit of a walk from the school."

"Thank you," Stefan told her. "And thank you for being the bigger person."

He caught up with Selina and they drove in silence to the Warren house. Stefan dropped Selina off at the front door and told her to call when she was finished so that he could come and pick her up. She nodded, found the key under the welcome mat where she'd stashed it after her last visit and got herself inside. She walked inside and took a deep breath, a little awed by the silence of the house.

She began to walk around, touching every surface. By the time she got upstairs, she was nearly swamped by the memories of the house. When she passed by her parents' bedroom, she put her ear against the closed door. She could swear that strains of "The Bonny Blue Flag" were coming from inside. She opened the door, sighing in relief. The song was coming from a record on an ancient Victrola, but there was no one in the room. Sighing, she lied down on the bed. She could still smell her mother's violet perfume on the sheets.

As the song finished, the bedroom door opened and Selina sat up in alarm. Then, the door closed. Selina sat in silence for a minute or so, then felt something hard under the pillow; she pulled it out and gasped. It was a picture of herself and her parents, taken when she was only a few months old; must have been when her father had come back for leave. She gazed at it fondly. They were all smiling in the picture, a rare occurrence. Hugging the photo to her chest, she called out, "You can come out now, Mama and Daddy; I know you're here."

A moment later, Matthew and Amelia Warren materialized at the foot of the bed. Her mother looked much younger and happier than Selina ever remembered her being. She gazed at them for a moment before they both smiled at her, and then took seats on either side. "Hello, dear," they said at the same time.

Matthew took her hand next. "Tyler said you needed us."

"Is everything all right?" Amelia added. "We know about the wolves, but is there anything else going on?"

Selina sighed. "Get comfortable," she said. "I have a lot to tell you."