"So did you do what we told you to?" Andrew asked. "Did you take a tough stance against that girl who's been bothering you?"

"Yes," Thomas sighed. "But I feel kind of bad about it. It put her in the hospital. I didn't mean for that to happen!"

"I know you probably didn't, but like we always tell you, it's not bad to hurt someone who's hurting you," Andrew told him. "Kill or be killed. Survival of the fittest."

"Yes, I know, I get that," Thomas sighed. "I think I'll go see Charlotte. She'll keep my mind off what a bad person I am."

"You're not a bad person," Amelia told him calmly. "You're a very good person who stood up for himself. And I'm sure since you got the girl to the hospital, she'll come out of it just fine."

"Yeah," Thomas nodded and tried to cheer himself up. "I really will try to remember that. Can I borrow your keys?"

"Sure," Amelia nodded. "Have a good time. And be sure to say 'Hello' to Charlotte for us. And if you can remember, would you mention that we want to have dinner with her sometime, please?"

"Of course I will," Thomas replied. "I swear I won't forget."

"Thank you very much," Amelia called after him as he made his way to the door. "I appreciate it." Then she went back and cuddled in Andrew's arms. "Poor boy. What he did to that girl really did a number on him, even though he was just trying to protect himself. And he did all for her that he could. You can't say he did her wrong and then ran off."

Andrew chuckled. "He's a good boy for sure, but I have to wonder where he got his moral sense from. Did you and the good doctor take him to a religious orphanage after he was born?"

"You know, I really don't remember," Amelia replied as Andrew ran his fingers through her curly blonde hair. "It was such a traumatic thing to have to do that I think I blocked it out as soon as it happened and we'd gotten in the carriage and driven away. I mean, I knew the general event happened, but I really tried to forget specific details."

"I don't blame you for wanting to forget," Andrew replied. "First you lose me, and then you have to give up our son."

"Well, I didn't have to, but based on how raising Selina was going, I didn't think I could handle raising another child without its father," Amelia told him. I think I made the right choice. He turned out a lot better than he probably would have if he'd been raised by my family. It was probably pure dumb luck that Selina turned out as well as she did."

"That and you recognized where there were problems and did the best you could to keep her away from them," Andrew added. "I know you won't believe this, but in your own way, under the circumstances, you were a good mother, even if you felt you weren't the best mother in the world."

"Well, I really did try," Amelia said.

"I know you did," Andrew replied as she kissed him, and then when she pulled away and lay her head on his shoulder, he repeated, "I know."

"So you travel around and play music?" Charlotte asked Sam.

"Yeah, I do," Sam nodded. "I like that life."

"But doesn't it feel like you don't really have a home?" Charlotte asked.

Sam shrugged. "My life has always been kind of weird. Not the picket fence type of thing where I live with my parents and siblings and everyone is happy. I can't miss what I never really had."

They then heard a soft voice say, "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt." Charlotte turned and invited Thomas in. "You're not interrupting anything," she told him. "Come and sit. And meet my grandson, Sam. You're his uncle I think."

"Hello," Thomas said, stopping to give Charlotte a quick kiss before he sat down. "I'm Thomas, nice to meet you."

"Yeah," Sam nodded. "I feel the same way.

"So…grandson?" Thomas asked Charlotte.

"Selina's his mother," Charlotte replied.

"Oh," Thomas nodded. "Okay."

"Speaking of Mom, how is she?" Sam asked.

"Expecting," Charlotte replied. "A child, I mean. Any day now from the looks of her." She then began coughing.

"Are you all right?" Thomas asked. "Do you have any medicine I can go get you?"

"No, I'm-" Charlotte gave a particularly hacking cough that made her gasp as if she were going to die. "I'm fine."

"I really think we should get you to bed," Sam told her and helped her up. "What in the world do you think is wrong with you?"

"Oh, I don't know," she said. She stood up and then her knees felt weak and she swooned with Sam catching her just in time.

"Why don't we get you to bed?" He suggested. "It's the best thing for you now. You'll get some rest and you'll feel much better in a couple of hours."

"I don't know," Charlotte replied as Sam handed her over to Thomas. "But what will it hurt?"

When Thomas had tucked Charlotte into bed and taken her hand, he said, "Do you think this has to do with that deal you made to be brought back? Would you like me to tell your sons what's going on with you?"

"No, it can't be time for that yet," Charlotte replied. "It's too soon. And even if it wasn't, I would want them to hear it from me directly and not secondhand from you. I feel I owe them that."

"Well, I'll make sure you can do that," he said and kissed her hand. "But whatever you have, I'm sure you won't drop dead from it immediately. We should make the most of the time we have. I'll even move in here with you if you want. Or do you still want to be with me at Amelia and Andrew's?"

Charlotte looked at him for a moment and looked at Sam, who held her other hand. "I think," she said at last, "I think it would be best if I stayed here with my family. Would you mind?"

"No, of course not. I want what's best for you," Thomas told her. "But you don't know that whatever you have going on now is going to kill you. It could just be a cough. They have medicine to fix that now. Please don't give up on me. I know that might sound selfish, but I don't want us to waste time that we could be spending together because you think you're dying when you're not."

"All right," Charlotte told him and sat up. "I just…I feel better now. I think I got so worried that my brain made it worse than it was. Is that possible?"

"Yeah, it is," Sam replied. "I think you'll be okay, at least for now. And…you don't want me to tell Dad anything?"

"No," Charlotte shook her head. "That's a nice offer, but in time, I'll tell Damon and Stefan myself."

"Hello," Victoria said when she opened the door to Thomas' knock. After a couple of hours with Charlotte, he'd left her in Sam's care (at her insistence) and gone to visit Davina's house. "Who are you?"

"I'm Thomas," Thomas replied. "Does Davina live here? I'm the one who made sure she got to the hospital the other day and I want to make sure she's all right."

"Well, aren't you sweet?" Victoria smiled. "Please, come in.

Thomas came inside and took a seat on the sofa while Victoria called for Davina. "The nice man who brought you to the hospital is here!" She said. "Don't you want to come out and thank him?"

"Yes, I do," Davina said after coming down the stairs. Then, once Victoria had excused herself, she strode over to him, getting close to him so that their chests were touching. "How did you find out where I live?"

"I memorized the address on your chart," Thomas smiled. "You're not the only one who can just appear out of nowhere and surprise people. Now don't you want to thank me?"

"Yes," Davina sighed. "Thank you."

"Well, that seemed half-hearted," Thomas told her.

"Oh, you want more?" She asked, grabbed him, and kissed him. "Is that enough?" She asked.

He coughed and stepped back from her a little. "I-I guess it's a good start," he said.

"Well, what else do you need?" Davina wanted to know. "Cause I'm not taking my shirt off for you or anything."

"Of course I wouldn't ask you to do that," Thomas assured her, trying to keep his eyes from her low cut deep purple blouse. "We don't know each other well enough yet. I'd at least want to buy you dinner first."

"Are you asking me out on a date?" Davina wanted to know.

"No!" Thomas shook his head. "Of course not. And I know it's way too soon for me to be taking blood from you. So I think…I think now that I've done the right thing and come to check on you, I'll go now." He headed for the door. "Goodbye. I'm glad I didn't hurt you too badly."

Thomas left just as Samantha came to join Davina by the door. She'd been watching the whole exchange from the stairs. "Who's that?" She asked. "He's got a nice butt."

"Just a guy who I like to bother sometimes," Davina shrugged. "He bit me and it put me in the hospital."

"You're not just gonna let that go, are you?" Samantha asked. "Why not return the favor?"

"I don't know if I should," Davina told her. "I don't want to get thrown out."

"You won't if no one knows what you did," Samantha told her. "I mean, they still don't know what I did to that guy Ian and I ran into, do they?"

"No," Davina shook her head. "I guess not."

"So…what are you gonna do to this guy in return?" Samantha asked. "It better be good. I can think of something if you can't."

"Sure," Davina smiled. "Let's talk."