As unfortunate as it made things for Amanda, trying to figure out whom the scent on her belonged to distracted Rosalie from the fact that Aaron wasn't around anymore.

"I think Amanda has a boyfriend!" She proclaimed to her parents one night. "He's an older guy who wears fancy cologne."

"Oh, I wouldn't be so quick to think that," Amy warned. "Her father works at that school too, you know. It could be that she hugged him and it's his cologneyou smell?"

"You think?" Rosalie asked. "Well, that would be disappointing. I want her to be in some really scandalous hookup! It would bring excitement to my life, cause you know that I'm going nowhere fast on the relationship train."

"And that's something you can control," Amy replied. "If you wanted to, I'm sure there are plenty of boys you could ask out."

"May I suggest you try a nice werewolf this time?" Klaus said. "You spend enough time at the bar. Surely Roxie can recommend someone to you."

"Oh, I suppose," Rosalie sighed. "Why is it that thinking about my own love life isn't as exciting as thinking about other people's?"

"I don't know," Amy replied. "But what do you say you give Amanda a break? The person she dates is her business, not yours."

"Oh, fine," Rosalie sighed. "Whatever."

But that vow was only kept when she was in front of her mother. The next day, Rosalie was right back to her tricks and trying to find out who the cologne belonged to.

"Oh, my god, will you stop sniffing me!" Amanda cried as she stared at her cousin. "Why are you even doing that?"

"Cause I want to find out who your secret boyfriend is," Rosalie replied, pausing from sniffing Amanda's shoulder. "I have a good sense of smell, and I'm thinking that if I know what you smell like, my brain will remember where I smelled that smell before. Mom says it might be your dad's cologne, but I don't think it is."

"It's not," Amanda said. "But I'm not telling you any more than that."

"I knew it!" Rosalie smiled and punched the air. "Take that, Mom!"

"Can we change the subject?" Amanda asked. "Please?"

But before Rosalie could say anything more about Viktor, she looked over Amanda's shoulder and let out a groan. "Damn. Here comes Eva and her friend. I bet they're gonna want to sit with us."

"And why shouldn't they sit with us?" Amanda asked. "I've never understood why you have such a problem with Eva anyway."

"Oh, fine," Rosalie huffed. "She can sit with us."

"Eva!" Amanda called out. "You and your friend can sit with us if you want."

"Well, thanks," Eva said as she and Christine came and sat while pointedly ignoring Rosalie. "This is my friend Christine. I don't know if you know her."

"Haven't had the pleasure," Amanda replied. "Christine, I'm Amanda, Eva's…" she paused and thought about how she and Eva were related. "Well, her grandfather's my uncle, at any rate," she said after giving up on finding the precise term.

"Wow, it must be nice to be in such a close knit family," Christine smiled. "You would think that having two werewolf parents would mean I've experienced that too, but it's just been my mom, me, and my dad."

"Yeah, except the guy who she thought was her dad isn't really!" Eva burst out. "She's got fangs and she's never died or been turned into a vampire, which means she's probably related to us! Oh, wouldn't that be fun if it was true?!"

"I don't know," Christine replied dryly. "Would it?"

"Of course it would!" Eva smiled.

"I don't know if I want to be related to Mr. Mikaelson," Christine said. "He's already tough enough as it is on me when it came to my schoolwork. If it turned out he was my father or something, I bet he'd be even tougher."

"Well, ask his daughter then," Eva suggested. "Amanda, how tough is Uncle Elijah about schoolwork when you're his kid?"

"My sister Annaliese wasn't doing so well and he sent her to boarding school," Amanda said dryly. "What do you think?"

Christine gulped nervously. "Well, gee, that certainly makes me feel better."

Rosalie looked at the clock then and stood up. "As much as I'd love to stay and chat, I have to go see Alistair for my magic lesson."

"He lets you call him Alistair and not 'Mr. Fale'?" Amanda asked. "Why?"

"Cause he stops by the house enough that I know him," Rosalie replied. "He and Dad are buds, remember?"

"Well, he and my dad are friends too, and you don't see me just calling him Alistair," Amanda pointed out.

Rosalie smiled. "Well, if you can't be that chummy with Alistair, why not try being chummy with Viktor instead? You know him well enough for that, right?"

"Sure," Amanda nodded. "Right. Of course." She then laughed nervously as Rosalie departed and headed for her magic lesson.

That went fine, but it was when she was in Viktor's class, sitting in the front row, that she finally got the answer about Amanda's mystery man that she'd been looking for. He was leaning close to her to help her learn something in the lesson and that's when she smelled it: the same smell that was on her cousin. "Nice cologne," she got out.

"You like it?" Viktor asked. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Rosalie replied, while thinking to herself, "I bet my cousin Amanda does too when you and she are making out."

While Rosalie worked so hard to move on from Aaron, he had no trouble moving on from her. "I tell you, I was lucky to get away from that crazy girl," he told his friends. Rosalie's compulsion to make him forget what he experienced with her wasn't as strong as it should have been and he still remembered the experience, even if he couldn't describe it in much detail. "It was like she had some sort of control over me and I had no will of my own. It was so weird!"

"Yeah, you know, maybe she's a witch or something and she was trying to keep you close to sap you of your essence," his friend smiled.

"Oh, don't be silly," Aaron scoffed. "There are no such things as witches."

"That's just what the witches want us to think so we don't burn them at the stake!" His friend proclaimed. "If she trapped you once, she might still come after you. Get her first!"

"You mean kill her?" Aaron asked in surprise. "That's ridiculous. I'd at least want proof that she is what we think she is before I go after her."

"And will you need our help finding proof?" His friend asked him.

"No, it would be too risky to have a bunch of people going after her at once. She might get suspicious," Aaron replied. "But if it's just me, I can get what I need easily, I think."

"Well, good luck," his friends called after him as he headed away and drove back to Rosalie's house. He knocked on the door and when she answered, said, "I'd like to apologize for my behavior before. Can I come in?"

"Sure!" Rosalie smiled. "I'd like that very much,"

"Sean and I went on our first date!" Eva told her mother when they met at Jonathan and Savannah's. She and King were not yet ready to reconcile and that's where Vivi was staying.

"Did you?" Vivi said with a smile. "Did you buy a new dress and everything? I assume that he suggested you go out to a restaurant or something."

"Yep, that's what he suggested," Eva smiled. "But he promised that we could go to the drive-in next time."

"Your father would probably want me to insist that when you do that, you take a car that doesn't have a big backseat, but since we've already passed that curve in the road, what does it matter?" Vivi said.

"Are you and Daddy any closer to getting back together?" Eva wanted to know.

"Well, things aren't getting any worse between us," Vivi assured her. "I'll talk to him soon, I promise."

"Okay," Eva nodded. But that wasn't enough. When she got home, she told Sean, "I know you're busy with worrying about your aunt and everything, but could you help me get my parents back together? Please?"

Sean's first instinct was to tell her that he wasn't comfortable getting involved in her parents' love life and that they should just let things sort themselves out, but Eva looked so desperate that he couldn't refuse her. Plus, he did want something to take his mind off his aunt, at least for a while, and he supposed that this was as good as anything else.

"All right," he said and gave her a hug. "I'll help you with your parents."

"Thank you," Eva replied and kissed him. "You're the best boyfriend ever!"

"Oh, I wouldn't say that," Sean told her and blushed.

"Yeah, but I would," Eva insisted and kissed him again.

To Sean's surprise, it was really easy to get both of Eva's parents in the same room. It was also incredibly apparent to him that her father was doing his best to try and be ingratiating. It became immediately clear that they wouldn't need Sean and Eva to intercede, so the pair of them just watched hand in hand as Vivi and King sorted themselves out.

"How have you been, Vivian?" He asked her.

"Fine," Vivi replied. "What about you?"

"I've been all right," King said. "Kind of lonely, though. Actually, not just kind of. Very."

"Well, I don't see why that had to be when you could have paid any woman to come and spend time with you," Vivi pointed out.

"Because it would have been a waste of money," King replied. "Why pay for subpar companionship when I can get better for free? At least when I'm behaving myself, that is?"

"Are you saying that you've learned your lesson and have no intention of straying ever again?" Vivi asked.

"If you promise to actually spend time with me," King replied. "And not just be consumed by work."

Vivi nodded and took his hand. "Well, things have calmed down at school now, so I think…I think I'll be able to be at home more."

"Good," King replied, taking Vivi into his arms and kissing her hair. "And I'm…I'm really sorry about this whole mess, Vivian. It's my fault. I should have handled it better."

"Well, thank you for saying that," Vivi told him. "I should have made time for you regardless of how much work I had. That was bad on my part."

"And just so this doesn't happen again…you wanna get married?" King asked.

"What?" Vivi asked, her eyes huge. "Did you…did you just ask me to marry you?"

"Well, we don't have to," King backpedaled quickly. "I just thought, you know…never mind. It's a stupid idea."

"No, it's not!" Vivi shook her head. "I wanna do it! And I mean, it doesn't have to be a whole big thing. In fact, I think we'd both prefer it if it wasn't. But the general idea is a good one."

"You should go to Grandpa Klaus' island," Eva suggested.

"What island?" Vivi wanted to know. "My father has big mysterious islands that I don't know about?"

"Yeah," Eva nodded. "But that's all I know. You'll have to ask him if you wanna know more."

"I think we just might," Vivi nodded. "If the two of you will excuse us."

"No problem," Eva said, taking Sean's hand and pulling him to the door. "Sean, let's go home."

"Oh, all right," Sean replied. "We can do that."

They got outside and Sean zapped them home. "That was less difficult than I thought it would be," he said.

"I know!" Eva smiled. "Wasn't it just though?"

"And even though it wasn't particularly difficult, you have to do something for me now," he told her.

"Oh?" Eva grinned. "And what's that?"

It was then that Sean zapped up a navy blue skirt and matching jacket with a white shirt to go under it, along with a pair of red heels and told her to go put them on. "I just want to see what it looks like."

"But it's so boring!" Eva complained.

"Please?" Sean asked and nibbled her earlobe. "For me?"

"Oh, all right," Eva breathed in sharply. "For you." She took the clothes and headed off before Sean stopped her. "No, I want you to change right here," he said. "Where I can see you."

So with one side of her mouth up, Eva slowly stripped off her usual clothes while Sean watched intently from the sofa. When she had the suit on and her hair put up, Sean was still staring, but now his jaw was dropped as well.

"Don't tell me," Eva said. "You're staring like that cause I look horrible, right? I knew it!"

Sean then got up off the sofa and pulled her against himself, letting her hair down so he could play with it. "You look wonderful," he said, his unoccupied hand sliding over her bottom. "But you won't be wearing this for very long, that's for sure."

Eva smiled. "Look at you, being horny and all. I like it!"

"Good," Sean nodded with a sly smile as he pushed off her jacket and began to undo the buttons on her blouse while kissing her neck and collarbone. "I'm glad."