A/N: I know I have a ton of other stories going but I've had a fixation ever since I read another awesome story where the author mentioned that Damon deserved to be the first choice, not second choice after his brother. I'm also getting kind of irritated at Elena and how she uses Damon. It feels like she's using his feelings for her and his brother to manipulate him and then turns around and acts like the poor little angel. Yes, I'm kind of irritated with her at the moment which is why I came up with this.

"Mother!" Syn screamed at the top of her lungs as she barged into her mother's throne room.

"Would you please stop screaming? My hearing is just fine," her mother said, her head bent over as she studied the screen of an iPad.

"Dad has finally gone insane!" Syn exclaimed.

"You just figured that out?" her mother asked, her tone of voice so calm it irritated Syn beyond belief.

"Would you please pay attention?" Syn growled. "He has really, really lost it this time."

Her mother sighed and looked up. Her eyes widened, looking at her daughter in shock. "What the hell are you wearing? And what happened to your hair?" she exclaimed.

Syn looked at her mother, gaping. Her father was going insane and her mother was worried about her clothes? "What does that have to do with anything?" she snapped. At her mother's cocked eyebrow, she looked down at herself and couldn't stifle a laugh. She had completely forgotten. She was wearing a pink, fluffy cashmere sweater, a pink and black checkered skirt that ended mid-calf, a pair of white ankle socks and tennis shoes.

"I thought I looked cute," she said. Her mother rolled her eyes.

"And you wonder why he's going nuts," her mother said with a smile. Her daughter's sense of humor was legendary. "I must say the blonde hair and the pig tails are a nice touch."

"It irritates the snot out of him," Syn said with a laugh. "I can't help it. It's just too funny. You should have seen his face. He almost had an apoplectic fit when he saw me."

"I'm not surprised. But could you please change? You really are ruining my reputation."

"Oh, fine. Buzz-kill," she said under her breath. Moments later, her clothing had morphed into a pair of faded, torn jeans, a gothic inspired black corset that cinched her waist and made her impressive cleavage even more awe-inspiring. A pair of black stilettos graced her feet and a black lace choker circled her slim neck. Her hair had reverted back to her natural mane of black with bright red streaks and hung down in waves to the top of her buttocks.

"Better?" she asked.

"Much," her mother replied as she looked her over. "You're still wearing that thing?" she asked, gesturing to the polished titanium hand jewelry that adorned Syn's right hand. It was a delicate but menacing piece, with an intricate design and thin chains that connected to claws affixed to each fingertip. It had been a gift, one she cherished greatly. And one that had come in handy on more occasions than she cared to remember.

"Well, with everyone trying to overthrow dad, it does come in handy," she said with a wicked grin. Her mother rolled her eyes.

"And you need that to protect yourself?" her mother asked skeptically.

"I've got a few daggers stashed here and there," she said pointing to herself, "but I like getting up close and personal."

"You do like doing things the hard way," her mother huffed. "So, what's this about your father?"

"I think he must be snorting brimstone. I'm telling you that he's fried the last neurons that had any semblance of sanity. He wants me to go to some backwater dump of a town to protect some high school chick for whatever stupid reason!" Syn said, her voice increasing in volume. "He actually wants me to go to high school!" she spat the words out.

"High school?" her mother asked and burst out laughing.

"I know. Look at me. When am I ever going to pass for a high school student. For fuck's sake, I'm almost five thousand years old. I'll never pass for a teenager," she said growling.

"Watch your language," her mother said and Syn just gaped. "And you do have moments when you act like a teenager, so I'm sure you'll be fine."

"Oh no, you have to be kidding. Don't tell me you're siding with him on this."

Her mother sighed. It was time to play the role of mediator between her head strong daughter and her equally stubborn husband. "Did you ask him why he's sending you?"

"Apparently because I'm the only one he trusts," she said, making air quotation marks, "to keep the girl alive."

"Well, that's probably true, you know," her mother said. Syn sighed. She didn't have a problem helping her father out. Hell, they needed to stick together. They were family after all and she did love him, just like she knew he loved her. It was the high school thing that had annoyed the crap out of her.

"I know. And I know the whole story. Hell, the girl really does need some help, considering she's a supernatural trouble magnet. And even though he won't tell me exactly what's going on, I trust him."

"So, what's the problem?"

"Mother, it's HIGH SCHOOL!"

"So, the daughter of the Morrighan and Lucifer is actually afraid of high school?" her mother asked, laughing.

"Yeah, yeah, my mother's the goddess of sex, drugs and rock'n roll and my dad's the god of the underworld and supposedly evil incarnate," she snorted. The only thing evil about her father was this fixation of his to send her to high school.

"Goddess of sex, war and rock'n roll, darling," Morrighan said with a wink, making Syn laugh.

"Oh, alright. But he's going to owe me big time for this," she said.

"You might want to rethink your wardrobe a bit, darling. I don't think they'll let you in looking like that."

"Whatever," Syn grumbled in response.

"You also might want to leave Zarek here," Morrighan said, looking pointedly at the dragon tattoo that curled around Syn's bicep.

"No!" Syn said vehemently. She had never been apart from Zarek and she wasn't going to abandon him now. He was her friend, her confidant, her guard and had been with her from the day she was born. He had been a gift from her father and she'd be damned if she left him behind.

"Sweetie, I don't think sporting a huge tattoo will help you with your cover," her mother admonished gently, knowing how attached her daughter was to the dragon. "At least ask him to move to a less visible location." The tattoo started to shimmer and crawled up Syn's arm and down her torso until it disappeared from sight, underneath her clothing.

"Good boy, Zarek," Syn said with a smile. "Is that better?"

"Definitely."

"Okay, I've got to head out," Syn said, looking for all the world as if she was going to her execution.

"Bye baby."

"Bye, mom," Syn said as she turned on her heel and left.

Morrighan smiled watching her daughter walk away. She was a stubborn one, but considering her heritage, it wasn't a surprise. In fact, it was surprising how laid back she was, with all the power she wielded.

"She's just as stubborn as you," a male voice said.

"Are you sure about this Luke?" she asked the man who hid in the shadows, his emerald green eyes sparkling.

"Trust me, Morgan. It's the only way," he replied.

"Why didn't you tell her the truth?"

"Because I can't have her distracted," he said with a shrug.

"She's not a fool. I think she needs to know the full picture. If she doesn't, she could make a mistake."

When her husband simply stared at her, she narrowed her eyes. "What else is going on?"

"Nothing," he said quickly. Too quickly.

"Luke…" she said, "you know you can't lie to me. Spit it out. What have you done?"

"Well, let's just say that our darling daughter might soon be abandoning her life of one-night stands," he said with a grin.

Morrighan stared at her husband and burst out laughing. "Lucifer the matchmaker. I'm telling you, this is going to ruin your reputation."

He grinned wickedly and stalked towards her. His hand shot out, grabbing her by the wrist and pulled her to her feet. His other hand encircled her waist and pulled her flush against the hard planes of his body. She melted in his arms, desire sparking deep in her belly, even after six thousand years. She looked up at him, her gaze fixed on his full, sensuous lips.

He leaned down, his lips millimeters from hers. "Only if you tell," he whispered and crashed his lips against hers in a brutal kiss that had her aching for more in seconds.

"I might," she whispered, when they finally broke apart.

"Then I might have to punish you," he whispered in her ear, causing her to shudder.

"Promise?" she asked.

"Guaranteed," he said with a wink and a smile.