A/N This is the full episode of 'Memory Lane'.

Sorry I haven't written in a while. I got out of tune with the characters so this chapter might be a bit off. Hopefully the next chapter will be better.

Thank you in advance for reading and, as always, reviews are appreciated.

"Thanks for letting me invite Caroline. She could use a day of distraction." Elena was saying to Jenna as they prepared for the barbeque. Malia was perched on the counter behind them, sipping on a can of coke.

"Well, she's not the plus one I'm worried about. Why is Damon coming?" Jenna asked.

"Because Alaric is a pity taker... Come on, Jenna, be nice." Elena pleaded.

"I'll be nice when Damon learns to keep his paws off you."

"I second that." Malia put in, raising her coke can in a toast. Mason walked into the room.

"Good news! I found the shot glasses!"

"That would be my exit." Elena walked out of the room. Malia was just slipping off the counter when he phone rang. She hurried out of the room, trying to ignore Jenna talking to Mason about their days under the bleachers at pep rallies. She answered her phone as she headed up the stairs.

"Ava?"

"Hey. Uh, can I come over?"

"Sure. What's going on?" Malia kicked her door shut with her foot and sat down at her desk.

"Stefan is getting information out Katherine in a… less than humane way."

"Katherine isn't human." Malia reminded her, not bothering to ask questions about how it was going.

"Still… I don't like staying here while it's going on right below me in the cellar."

"Then come over."

"Thanks." Ava hung up and Malia put her phone down on the desk. Caroline burst into the room, carrying a bag of chips.

"Do vampires get fat? I can't stop eating!" She moaned, sitting down on the bed and shoving more chips in her mouth.

"Good morning to you to." Malia said sarcastically.

"Stefan says it's a great way to sublimate the cravings. It's horrible just fighting the urge for blood every minute of every day." Caroline continued. She paused, looking up.

"How come you're not always eating?"

"To be fair, I was blood thirsty before I was a vampire. I just learned to control my temper and deal with it."

"How?"

"Patience, young grasshopper, it will all become clear in time." Malia told her with a smirk, propping her feet up on the top of her desk. Caroline shot her a look but said nothing. Alaric poked his head into the room.

"Hey! Food's ready, come get it." Caroline jumped to her feet.

"Finally, I'm starving."

"Dress! Ballerina!"

"Puppy, puppy with a tutu!"

"A dog! Hound-dog!" Malia had been in chaotic situations before, but playing Pictionary with a group of supernatural creatures and a human that didn't know about supernatural creatures… That was a new one. Damon shook his head at them, tapping the dry erase board with his marker insistently. Mason rolled his eyes.

"Dances with Wolves."

"Mason wins… again." Damon announced unhappily.

"How is that a wolf?" Malia questioned. Jenna laughed and Damon shot her a nasty look. She smirked. Elena was in the kitchen, taking a pie from a box. Damon had brought it, which was suspicious, and he went to help her. Malia stood up from her seat.

"Anyone want another soda? Perhaps some coffee to sober you up, Aunt Jenna?" She questioned.

"I'm fine." Jenna insisted.

"Yeah, sure." Malia told her, rolling her eyes. She went into the kitchen.

"Aunt Jenna is getting tipsy." Damon said, smiling.

"Will you stop plying her with alcohol?" Elena snapped.

"I want her to like me."

"Impossible. How is operation Lockwood?" Malia asked, digging around in the fridge for another soda.

"He's my new BFF." Damon announced. Jenna walked into the kitchen.

"There you are. Isn't this fun?"

"Yes, thank you so much for inviting me." Damon told her.

"Did I have a choice?"

"I know what you must think about me."

"No, you don't. You've never dated you; I have dated many… you's." Jenna explained. Malia handed her a can of soda.

"I'm a work in progress." Damon assured her. Elena handed her a cake knife from a drawer. Damon stared at it.

"These are fancy."

"Thanks. My mother's silver set." The word 'silver' made Damon's eyes widen just a bit. He slipped a knife from the set as Elena and Jenna went into the dining room. Malia grabbed his wrist is a death grip.

"Not here."

"Why not?"

"Jenna isn't involved in this. Don't go stabbing people to see if it'll actually kill them." She growled. There was a knock on the front door.

"Who's that?" Damon asked suspiciously.

"Ava. You know, she's family. Can't you at least play nice around her?"

"I haven't killed her yet. How nice do you want me to be?" Damon demanded. Malia growled at him, sounding extremely feral, and then hurried go let Ava inside. She appeared in the kitchen a second later, looking unnerved by the amount of people in the Gilbert house.

"Hey, little niece." He greeted her quietly enough that no one else heard.

"Stefan and Katherine are at the boarding house." She reported. He narrowed his eyes, grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her aside.

"What are they doing?"

"Stefan has her in the cellar. With Vervain. Getting information." She talked fast, trying to get her wrist free of Damon's grip. Malia walked over to them and punched Damon in the face. He stumbled back, releasing Ava.

"Not. Here." She growled. Then she stopped, looking between Ava and Damon.

"Not anywhere, for that matter. Come on, you're just in time for pie." Malia pulled Ava away, going into the dining room. Damon grimaced at the hard hit and followed.

"Mason, why don't you start us off?" He put the silver cake knife on the table next to the pie.

"Sure." Mason agreed. He grabbed a piece with his hands, not the knife.

"I apologize, I'm an animal." He explained, staring hard at Damon.

"So Mason, you and Jenna never dated?" Alaric asked as everyone else was quickly served a piece of pie.

"She was always lost in Logan Fell land." Mason explained.

"My first mistake. Mason was a catch; he had girls lining up." Jenna admitted.

"Really? I always pegged you for a lone wolf." Damon put in. Under the table, Ava kicked him, hard.

"I'm sure I wasn't half the lady killer you were. How about a toast? To new friends." They all toasted with their glasses and soda cans.

Damon tossed the silver cake knife into the sink, looking angry. Malia shot him a look as she ran water for the dishes.

"Don't take it out on my grandmother's knife set."

"He knows what I'm getting at, he just doesn't play along." Damon complained.

"Poor you. Move." She ordered, pushing him away from the sink. Mason walked in and they both turned to look at him.

"Jenna just brought out 'Guitar Hero'." Mason reported.

"Well, I just happen to like 'Guitar Hero'. So you, my friend, are barking up the wrong tree." Damon returned.

"Okay. Enough with the innuendos, you win, you're hilarious." Mason snapped. Malia turned off the water and looked between them, wondering if she was going to have to get involved in a fist fight.

"Thank you." Damon told him.

"Come on, man. You don't think I know what this barbecue is about?"

"How do you know about me? Your brother was completely clueless."

"It doesn't matter; I'm not your enemy, Damon."

"You tried to kill my brother." Damon growled at him.

"That was a mistake."

"Really?"

"There was confusion; I couldn't chain myself up in time. I have no control once I shift." Mason explained.

"What, no obedience school?"

"I'm serious. Let's not spark some age old feud that doesn't apply to us."

"You expect me to believe that you are in Mystic Falls planting peach trees?"

"I lost my brother, my nephew lost his father. I'm here for my family. Let's be above this." Mason offered his hand to shake. Damon hesitated and then shook his hand. Mason left the room.

"Well, that was easy. Which means you're not done yet, are you?" Malia asked.

"You know me so well, Gilbert Barbie. Which reminds me… How come you haven't taken a silver knife to him yet? Little miss violence?"

"Is that the best you got?" She asked, snickering.

"You didn't answer."

"If Jenna wasn't here and I didn't have to worry about you killing your own niece, I would love to sit Mason down and make him give up everything he knows about everything supernatural and then compel him to leave town myself. But that's not how it worked out. So behave yourself, before I have to finish something you start."

Ava sat curled up on one of the chairs in the living room as Jenna put away 'Guitar Hero'. Jenna glanced at her as she stood up again.

"What's up with you? Normally you beat all of us at that game."

"I wasn't in the mood."

"I got that. What's up?" Jenna sat down on the arm of the chair.

"Nothing." Ava lied. Then, giving her a smile, she got up and went into the kitchen where Malia was waiting.

"No more takers for drinks at the grill? It's like I am with a bunch of adults here." Mason complained.

"I prefer the term 'role model'." Jenna corrected.

"Okay. Well, thanks for having me, it was awesome. Alaric, catch that game next week?"

"Yeah, I look forward to it."

"You know, I should probably head out too." Damon put in as Mason left the house.

"Jenna, you are a wonderful hostess." He kissed the back of her hand.

"And you are a terrible artist."

"Is that the only thing that makes me terrible?"

"I'm still deciding."

"Good enough for me. Alaric, let's not catch that game next week." He left the house and Malia hurried after him, throwing aside a dish towel she had dried her hands on. Jenna looked at Alaric and Ava.

"Where are they going? And where did Caroline and Elena run off to?"

Malia ran over to Damon and Mason as they stood on the sidewalk.

"Damon? What? More dog jokes?" Mason demanded.

"Nah, those got old." He stabbed Mason with the silver knife. Malia looked around to make sure there were no witnesses. Luckily, there appeared to be no one around. Mason calmly removed the knife from his chest.

"You know, I think it was werewolves who started this whole silver myth. Probably for moments like this." Damon just stared at him.

"Dully noted."

"I was really looking forward to last call. Now you made an enemy." He threw the silver knife and Damon darted out of the way. It hit Malia in the chest instead and she stumbled back.

"Ow." She complained, pulling it out. Veins appeared under her eyes and she jumped at Mason, landing a punch that knocked him off the curb. A car hit him and sent him flying backwards. Inside the car, Jess slammed on the brakes and jumped out.

"What the heck is going on?" She cried, starting over towards Mason. Malia grabbed her shoulder to stop her.

"You just hit a werewolf. Surprise." She said tonelessly. Jess stared at her. Damon walked over to Mason, who was already on his feet again.

"So you heal, huh? How fast?" Damon mused. Mason just chuckled and brushed himself off.

"Go ahead, Damon. Threaten and joke all you want. But just know, one bite is all it takes."

"But you're not a wolf right now." Damon reminded him. Mason nodded.

"Just wait." He went and got into his car, driving off. Jess looked at Malia again.

"What just happened?"

"Damon decided to play tough guy right outside my house." Malia growled. Damon shrugged it off.

"I'm a thrill seeker. Oh, here you go." He handed her the bloody knife that was on the ground.

"Might want to wash it." He walked off, smirking. Malia looked at Jess.

"What brings you to our twisted neighborhood?"

"I was looking for Caroline."

"She and Elena took off." Malia explained. Jess chewed on her lip.

"What?" Malia asked, not sure if she even wanted to know about any more drama. Jess heaved a sigh.

"Caroline's being acting strangely and… and I think Katherine got to her."