"I think you need to talk to your dad," Lucien told Felicity. "He's having issues."

"What kind of issues?" Felicity asked. "Did you badger him? What did you do?"

"Why do you think I did anything?" Lucien shrugged.

"You love to pick fights with people, especially Daddy," Felicity told him. "But if you didn't start a fight with him, at least tell me what the problem is so I know what to say."

"Apparently, he's worried about that little girlfriend of his going over to the dark side and betraying all of you," Lucien replied. "He even told your grandfather to look out for her too. Someone's gonna get a price on their head."

"Poor Daddy," Felicity sighed. "I just hope he doesn't do anything rash."

"Are you gonna talk to him?" Lucien asked. "I could help."

"No, you can't!" Felicity shook her head. "You started all this trouble and now I have to go clean up your mess. You're staying home!"

"I didn't start anything!" Lucien defended himself. "Sure, I might have stirred the pot a bit and made things worse than they needed to be, but it's what I do. You can't expect anything less from me. But despite all that, I didn't start anything."

"Yeah, okay, whatever," Felicity replied. "I'm gonna go and try to console my father." She took a few steps away from him, her blonde hair bouncing on her shoulders.

He kept his eyes on her and tried his hardest to do exactly what she said, but he really couldn't help himself. He got up, grabbed her around the waist, pulled her down so they were both sitting in a heap on the floor, and began gently nibbling on her neck.

"Hey!" She cried, trying to be serious, but laughing despite that because his lips tickled. "You were the one who told me that I had to see my dad and that it was such a big emergency."

"Well," Lucien took her in his arms and kissed her hair. "Maybe I was exaggerating that a bit. Your father is a grown man who can take care of himself. He doesn't need you to babysit him. And since your grandfather knows what's going on, he's probably doing more for him than you could."

"Well, I'm still gonna call and check on him anyway," Felicity told him as Lucien lowered her onto the floor and then pushed up her shirt to kiss her belly. "But like you say, he's an adult, so I suppose I could hold it off for a bit."

"Yeah," Lucien nodded. "That's exactly what I was thinking." He then smiled down at her before moving from kissing her belly to kissing her lips while pushing his fingers through her hair after she threw her arms around his neck.

"See?" He told her when they pulled apart for a moment. "Isn't this fun? Just you and me and our bodies together…"

Felicity gave him a look before saying, "Yes it's fun. Yes, you're handsome. Yes, I'm the luckiest girl in the world." She paused. "Anything else you want me to say? You're never gonna hear it again, so you might as well tell me now."

"No," Lucien shook his head and carried her to their room. "No more talking."

It was later, when Felicity woke up and saw that Lucien was asleep on the mattress beside her, that she put on her robe and sneaked out to call Adrian.

"Hi, Daddy," she greeted him. "Lucien told me that you and Molly were having problems. Is there anything I can do?"

"You're very sweet," Adrian told her. "But no. We talked about it and she was just nervous about Kai's new personality. But Kai and Victoria explained everything to her about why he is the way he is and things are okay for now."

"'New personality'?" Felicity asked. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, he made a deal with a guy so that he could become a warlock again and he and Victoria could have children of their own, since Molly and Finn are actually his mother's biologically," Adrian explained. "And part of the deal was that he would lose his 'good' nature, and be dark again."

"And how do you feel about that?" Felicity questioned. "Do you feel like you've lost a friend?"

"No, not really," Adrian told her. "Thanks to your grandparents, what I'm seeing with Kai is nothing new. I'll have to thank them for that at some point. Is Lucien still treating you all right?"

"Yeah," Felicity nodded. "We're fine."

"Has anyone called to let you in on what we've all got going on, or do you still feel left out?"

"No one's come up with anything yet, but I'm gonna call Lenora and see if I can join in with whatever it is that she and James are doing for the Council. That might make all those government types like me again."

"Are you aiming to get your magic back?" Adrian asked.

"No," Felicity shook her head. "I've been without it for so long that if I got it now, I don't know what I'd do with it. I just want to help."

"I'm sure you will," Adrian replied. "I'm sure your sister will be more than happy to give you a chance."

"Me too," Felicity agreed. "Now listen, I should probably be getting back to Lucien, but if you need me for anything, you just call, all right?"

"Thank you," Adrian told her. "I sure will. You too?"

"Yes," Felicity assured him. "If I need anything, I'll let you know." She ended the call, turned around, and shrieked. Lucien had sneaked up behind her with a sheet wrapped around his waist while she'd been talking, and was standing so close to her that their chests brushed as she turned.

"Were you talking to your father?" He asked. "It's a shame you hung up. I would have liked to have a few words with him myself."

"I don't think he would have liked what you had to say," Felicity replied. "I'm gonna go dress and shower and then visit my sister. Wanna come?"

"To visit your sister? No," Lucien shook his head. "But there's no way in hell I would pass up a chance to join you in the shower. You look good wet."

"Oh, shut up and come on," Felicity grinned and pulled him along behind her as she made her way to the bathroom.

"You know, Davina, I'm not so sure this is a good idea," Annie told her friend as Davina and Thomas parked Thomas' car in Selina and Elijah's driveway. "Why can't I just learn how to dress for myself? No one really 'gets' my style."

"And what style would you say you have?" Davina asked. "You have one pair of jeans and two shirts. Can't you just trust us?"

"Fine," Annie sighed. "Let's go in. You have ten minutes and if I don't like what I'm seeing, I'm out of there." Both Thomas and Davina took one of her arms and led her inside and when Selina came to the door wearing a hot pink dress with different colored polka dots and a purple cardigan over it, Annie turned and tried to run.

"No, wait!" Selina cried. Damon had warned her about the girl. "It's okay! Can we talk? Please? I won't make you wear anything with polka dots! I promise!"

After Thomas and Davina managed to catch her and bring her into the house, she and Selina both sat at the kitchen table to talk. "I don't do that many bright colors," Annie told her firmly. "Or outlandish patterns."

"Oh, this isn't outlandish!" Selina told her, taking a bunch of her skirt fabric in her fist.

"If you were stuck in a crowd, there's no way anyone would possibly miss you," Annie pointed out. "It's outlandish."

"Okay, so you prefer one color in your clothes?" Selina asked, quickly changing the subject and then going to get a pad of paper and a pen so she could make notes. "One color, nothing too fancy or elaborate. Got it."

"And no dresses either," Annie added. "I don't do dresses."

"Not even one?" Selina asked in surprise. "I would get at least one. You might need it at some point."

"All right," Annie sighed. "But just one. And you better let me pick it out. I don't want any big-skirted, poofy monstrosity."

"Oh, of course I'll let you pick it out," Selina reassured her. "My mother picked out my clothes for years and they were never anything I really wanted."

"Really?" Thomas asked, taking a break from watching the exchange like a tennis match. "She always picks out really nice stuff for me and Dad."

Selina raised an eyebrow. "You and Uncle Andrew let Mama pick out your clothes?"

"Well, it's just easier that way," Thomas shrugged. "Plus it makes her so happy that how could we say no?"

"Easy," Selina replied. "Just go up to her and say, 'I would like to be in charge of my own wardrobe thank you'. It's a speech I rehearsed in my head many times. And even said many times. But I was still ignored by and large."

"Dad does sometimes," Thomas reassured her. "Especially when it comes to his suits."

"Good," Selina said. "I would be worried about him if he didn't."

"Hey!" Annie cried and snapped her fingers. "Can we get back to talking about me?"

"Sure, but why would you want me to talk about you when you obviously have no interest in what I have to say and think you'd do better all by yourself?" Selina wanted to know.

"Okay," Annie sighed. "Maybe I was a little harsh and I'm sorry. I suppose you know more about clothes and crap than I do, and as long as I get some input into what I wear, I will…I will give up some control and trust your expertise." She paused and her eyes narrowed. "But you better not screw it up."

"Oh, I won't," Selina promised, making a mental reminder to thank Damon for introducing her to such a challenging person. "I promise. You'll get no trouble from me."

They left to get Annie some new clothes, leaving Thomas and Davina alone in Selina and Elijah's house. "So, what do we do now?" Davina asked. "I feel a little weird just being here in your sister's house. Can we go see your parents? It's been a while since we've seen them, hasn't it?"

"Yes, it has," Thomas nodded. "Let's go."

"Well, look who's here!" Andrew announced when he opened the door. "A new opponent for you, Amelia!"

"'Opponent'?" Thomas repeated as they stepped inside. "All right, now I'm nervous. Just what do you mean by that?"

"Your mother wanted me to teach her how to box, so I did, and now she's getting really good," Andrew smiled. "Want to give her some practice?"

"Well, that depends," Thomas said and stood up. "How comfortable would she be with beating up her own son?"

Andrew chuckled. "Well, I know she's all right with accidentally hitting me."

"Well, accidentally is different than on purpose," Thomas replied.

"I'll do it," Davina volunteered as Amelia came into the living room.

"Thomas!" She said. "Would you mind helping me with my-"

"I'll be your boxing partner!" Davina told her.

"All right," Amelia smiled. "But no magic, though."

"Of course not," Davina promised. "No magic." She pushed up her sleeves and then they went into the yard taking their positions and throwing punches in the air.

"Did you know that Davina could box," Andrew asked Thomas.

"No," Thomas rubbed his hands together and smirked. "This'll be fun."

"All right," Andrew called. "Three, two, one, go!"

They then watched as both women fought with an alacrity that surprised them. They weren't afraid to actually hit, which meant that when Amelia finally fell to the ground and Davina was declared the winner, they both were sporting black eyes, Amelia's nose was bleeding, and Davina had a bump on her head.

"Where'd you learn to fight like that?" Thomas asked as he got her some ice.

"At the asylum it's kind of how Samantha and I would occupy ourselves. No wonder everyone thought we were dangerous," Davina replied. Then she turned to Amelia. "How's your nose? Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Amelia replied, tissue up her nostril. "I'll be all right. Thanks. How's your bump?"

"Fine," Davina replied. "You're really good."

"Thanks," Amelia smiled. "I'm gonna get myself some cake. Who wants some?"

"I do!" Thomas replied.

"I'll get it," Andrew replied and kissed her forehead. "You just watch your nose, okay?"

"Thank you," Amelia told him. "Get the chocolate cake on the middle shelf. I want a big piece, please."

"Me too," Thomas added. "Thanks, Dad."

"You should feel terrible about leaving Annie with Selina for the day," Stefan said to Damon. "Do you feel terrible?"

"No, I don't," Damon shook his head. "Selina's tough. She can handle her."

"Tough and in love with bright colors," Stefan smiled. "Just what that Annie needs." He chuckled.

"And when you say that, do you mean it as a joke, or do you really think she'll help?" Samantha asked.

"No, I really think she will," Stefan replied. "I don't think Thomas would do anything that would humiliate her, and knowing Davina as you do, do you think she would either?"

"No," Samantha shook her head. "I don't. I can't wait to see what Annie gets for her new wardrobe."

"Picture her in bright colors," Stefan said and sniffed Samantha's hair. "And polka dots."

Damon chuckled. "I like the image. It's very amusing."

He got up just as Samantha shook her empty beer bottle at him. "Can I have another one, please?"

"Sure," Damon nodded and took the bottle from her. When he came back with her new bottle, he sat down and said, "I have to say, I really enjoyed the party the other day."

"I'm glad," Samantha replied. "Sorry if talking to my brother was awkward. I'm trying to get him to have more of a social life, but he's not much of a people person. You probably guessed that."

"Is he actually looking to get a motorcycle?" Damon asked. "Or was that just a random subject for conversation? Cause you know who really knows about motorcycles? Selina's daughter Roxie and her husband Vince. They both have them and Vince does repair work at a garage when he's not helping Roxie at the bar. I'm surprised Ethan didn't suggest that. Unless Elijah never let him go there."

"That's a good idea," Samantha said. "I totally forgot about that place. Ian might like it there." She smiled at Stefan. "I know I did."

"Yeah," Stefan smiled and ran a hand over her thigh. "We should go again."

"We should," Samantha agreed and kissed him as Damon groaned at them and tried his best to swallow his drink.