"That was so embarrassing when Selina and Elijah showed up," Thomas told Charlotte, who was still in Lucy's body, but really thinking that it was time to leave it. "I just…I don't know if I'll ever be able to face them again. Thank goodness they stopped us before anything actually happened."

Charlotte then stepped out of Lucy and they helped her to a chair. She eyed them woozily and Thomas got her a drink.

"Did it work?" She asked Charlotte. "Did you get what you wanted?"

"Well, no, but…I think we've done enough of that. Let's not do it again," Charlotte told her. Then she looked over at Thomas, feeling very ashamed. "I'm sorry about what happened," she said. "I didn't mean for you to be embarrassed. I just wanted to feel what it's like to be truly close to you. You understand that, don't you?"

"Yes," Thomas nodded. "I do." He took her hand. "But I promise you. This is good enough for now. I don't need you to be alive. I don't want that if it gets in the way of anyone else. And if you find a way to do it again, warn me first, would you?"

"Of course," Charlotte told him. "And you know I'll find a way. I enjoyed myself much too much to just be in this form for the rest of time."

Thomas smiled. "I suppose I would like that, if it was allowed," he told her. "I don't want you to do anything illegal. I usually talk to ghosts about going to their final rewards, not coming back to life, so this is going to be something for me to get used to."

"I'll help you," Charlotte told him and gave him a kiss. "I promise."

Lucy watched them for a few seconds and then cleared her throat, which made them quickly pull apart.

"I'm sorry," Charlotte apologized.

"That's fine," Lucy replied. "I just…can someone drive me home, please?" She paused and looked at Charlotte. "Unless you'd be more comfortable having a chaperon."

"Oh, don't be silly!" Charlotte told her. "I'm done with that nonsense. You can go home and try to repair the damage I did with my son. I apologize for that too, by the way. Would you mention that to him?"

"Sure," Lucy nodded and raised an eyebrow. "Just what was it that you did?"

"I might have made it so it's quite a while before my son is comfortable with intimacy again," Charlotte said. "I'm sorry."

"I'll just assume you had your reasons," Lucy replied. "I don't blame you. You're much better at putting your son in his place than I am."

"Well, good luck," Charlotte told him as Thomas grabbed his keys and led Lucy out to his car. Just before they were about to drive away, she called out, "Hurry back. I'll try and be patient, but I don't know how long that will last."

Thomas gave her a wink and a wave and then drove down the street and out of Charlotte's sight. and once he was gone, she sat down in the kitchen and waited for him to come back.

"Mother did what?" Stefan asked Damon in shock as they both sat at Klaus' with drinks in hand.

"She possessed Lucy," Damon huffed. "Leave it to my mother to put a giant cramp in my love life. What did I do to deserve that?"

"You were whiny and childish and it annoyed the crap out of her so she took revenge," Stefan told him. "I think that covers it nicely." He smirked.

"Oh, don't you laugh, Stefan," Damon told him. "Just imagine what it would feel like to think you were going to bed with Felicity and then waking up suddenly and finding Mother lying next to you. That's something that stays with you for sure."

"Better you than me," Stefan said. "But if you put that aside, there's still the problem of Thomas. What do we do? Should we get rid of him? Make him miserable for all eternity?"

"You can do that," Stefan told him. "I have made peace with this. I wasn't the one who was wildly attached to Mother. That was you."

Damon's phone rang and he excused himself to go answer it.

"I'm home," Lucy told him. "Your mother said she caused you some trouble while I was possessed. Wanna talk about it?"

"All right," Damon nodded. "But just to warn you, I might have to be really drunk before I tell you anything."

"Nice to know," Lucy said. "I'll be at our house in a few minutes. Meet me there, all right?"

"All right," Damon nodded. "See you in a bit." He ended the call and came back to join Stefan. A few seconds later, Stefan's phone rang.

"Is Damon with you?" Lucy asked. "Has he told you what's wrong with him? I want to know so I can be adequately prepared to talk about it when Damon and I see each other again, and for some reason, he can't tell me."

"Well, you're in luck," Stefan smirked. "Cause he told me. Apparently, right after Mother possessed you, she and Damon went to bed, and before Damon fell asleep, he saw you with your face, but when he woke up in the middle of the night, he turned to face you and Mother had changed from your appearance to hers. That's why Damon's so scarred."

"Oh, dear," Lucy replied. "Thank you for telling me."

"You're welcome," Stefan said. "Good luck fixing him."

"Thanks," Lucy told him. "I think I'm going to need it."

She then got off the phone and headed out for their house to wait for Damon to come and talk to her.

When she finally saw him, he was good and drunk, as he'd promised. He saw her, smiled, stumbled toward her, grabbed her and kissed her. When he pulled away, he gave her a long look and smiled wider.

"Wow," he said as Lucy leaned back because of the strong smell of alcohol on his breath. "Look at that. You still have your same face."

"Yeah, I know," Lucy told him and cradled his face in her hands. "Stefan told me what happened. I promise I'm not possessed anymore. Your mother promised that she wouldn't do it again."

"Oh, what a relief!" Damon told her. "We'd have so many problems if I had to keep worrying about that." He then hugged her tighter and fell asleep with his head on her shoulder.

"All right," Lucy said with a sigh, picking him up in a fireman's carry and taking him to bed. Then she got a call from her mother, imploring for her to come home because her uncle was worried about her.

"You're not still possessed, are you?" Selina asked. "Your uncle wants to call someone to fix it if you are."

"I'm not," Lucy assured her. "I'm back to normal now and Charlotte promised that she wouldn't take control of me again. Would you tell Uncle Elijah that?"

"Of course," Selina nodded. "But I think he'd rather hear it from you."

"And you're sure you're all right?" Elijah asked Lucy as she sat up in bed and he kept bringing her soup. He was still worried about her health even though she'd already gotten in the car and talked to Damon the day before.

"Yes, I'm fine," she told him for what seemed like the millionth time. "I promise. I gave Charlotte permission to possess me. I knew what I was getting into."

"Well, I'm not so sure about that," Elijah said, sitting down next to her. "Things like possession are very serious and not just something that should be done on a whim. Please don't do that to me again. I don't think my heart could take it."

"Oh, all right," Lucy promised. "I won't let Charlotte possess me again. But I think it did have one good outcome."

"What's that?" Elijah asked.

"Damon's mother showed her face while they were in bed together. He thought it was me and seeing that it wasn't really freaked him out. He's been much nicer to me since then.

"Well, that's good," Elijah replied. "You come from a special family and you deserve respect."

"Yes," Lucy said firmly. "Yes, I do."

"You still have her in bed?" Selina asked Elijah as she poked her head into Lucy's room.

"Of course!" Elijah replied. "She was possessed and that's a very traumatic experience."

Upon hearing this, Selina strode up to her daughter and said, "Are you traumatized? Would you rather not be in bed?"

"I'm fine," Lucy told her. "I don't need to be in bed."

"All right," Selina nodded. "Go ahead and get out of bed, then. You don't have to be in bed if you feel fine."

Lucy gave Elijah a long look and then got out of bed, giving him a hug and a kiss and saying, "I'm fine, I swear. I'm just hungry." She looked at her mother. "Do we have any waffles?"

"Yeah," Selina nodded. "I bought some. They're in the freezer."

"All right," Lucy told her. "Thanks! I'm gonna have some waffles and then go check on poor Damon to see if he's better than yesterday."

"Oh, I'm sure he is," Selina assured her. "He recovers from things a lot quicker than you would think."

"I know that's usually the case," Lucy replied when she reached the freezer and then popped waffles in the toaster. "But after what Charlotte did to him this time, I don't know how long it will take."