Sean took John Wade by the arm and dragged him away from the crowd, making his way to the tent. He tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, but that didn't stop the other guests from trying to watch as they passed by.

Once they were clear, John tried to get away. "Okay we're out of everyone's sights. You can let me go now.

"Oh, sure," Sean nodded. "My pleasure." He let him go, hands on his waist. "Now you can tell me what the fuck you're doing here!"

"Are we really going over this again?" John sighed deeply. "I told you." He began straightening his sleeves.

"Well, you can tell the truth," Sean encouraged. "No one is around to spy on us. Tell me everything. Spit all the venom you want. Why are you really here?"

John shook his head and gave the younger man a sad smile. "There's no venom to throw at you. I just came to cure my boredom and renew some old friendships."

"And just who might that be?" Sean scoffed. "No one I know wants to be friends with you!"

"I'm as stunned about this as you are, but the Council has approached me to be an instructor at their school and I'm considering it. Seeing as how that job will require me to be around people, I thought it would be good practice to be here and relearn what it's like to be among people." He shrugged nonchalantly.

Sean's eyes widened and he put a hand on his stomach. He began to feel sick. "Who in their right mind would hire you to do that?"

"Oh, come on," John shook his head. "Just because you can't stand me…"

"I think that's an understatement!" Sean spat.

"Regardless," John put up a hand to stop his son from speaking anymore. "You can't deny I know a lot about warlocks and witches, so finally the Council got over themselves and admitted I would be the best to teach the magical history."

"Oh, this is unbelievable!" Sean scoffed and began pacing back and forth, cursing under his breath.

"What's done is done," John replied. "So, you have to come to terms with it, whether you want to or not. Even if you can't stand the sight of me, I'll remain your distant biological father. That's your choice. My conversation with Diana was nothing more than a coincidence. A nice couple of minutes in a life that's mostly been lonely, and I'm going to cherish it." He took a deep breath and put his hands in his pockets.

Sean growled. "You don't think I haven't come to terms with the fact that you're my father, and you're here? I know that. I also know that if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here, but that doesn't mean…" He trailed off, looking a little uncertain in spite of everything.

"Yes?" John raised his chin. "Please continue. What were you going to say?"

Sean blushed and shook his head, coming back to himself. "Nothing. All I want is for you to stay away from me and my family!"

"My sentiments exactly!" Another voice broke in. They turned around and stared in surprise at Selina, who was pointing a shotgun directly at John. "Get out of the way, Sean. I don't want to hurt you too."

The guests who were around to witness it "oooh'd" and "ahhhh'd", including Elise Mikaelson, who was spying on everything, craning her neck to get a better look and not miss a thing.

John shook his head and rolled his eyes. "You've got to be kidding me!"

"Leave my great-grandson alone and get off of my property or I'll shoot!" Selina threatened and cocked the gun to show she was serious.

"My dear Selina," John took a step forward and tried to calm her down

"I swear I will," Selina insisted. "And the world will be a better place without you in it!"

"Oh, I don't doubt that," John replied, causing Selina's eyes to widen cause she hadn't expect him to agree with her so easily.

He grinned, looking up and staring at the brunette who was making such an effort to watch him from the crowd. The one he'd met earlier, and he found her quite unique.

She was trying to hide behind the guests in the hopes that he wouldn't recognize her, but there was no mistaking the fact that he was watching him and unable to look away.

Their eyes met, and he winked, and she just blushed and raised her chin.

"This said, Selina," John turned back to his assailant who was glaring at just waiting to shoot. She then growled and held tighter as he tried to pull it out of her hands, releasing it only when he gave her a pinch and she cried out in pain. "Although I hear you're quite the markswoman and I have no doubt you'd be able to shoot me in the right circumstances, this won't happen today."

"Yes it will!" Selina nodded. "I have a gun, and I want you dead, so of course it will happen!"

"Not if the gun has no bullets," John said smoothly, tossing the gun on the grass. "I assume it's your husband's because given your proficiency with firearms and tendency use them at the slightest provocation, imagined or no, no sane person would allow you to have one in your house with your large family, no matter how easily you might purchase it in a store." He kept his eyes on the other brunette, who was grinning at the scene. He couldn't decide what she was grinning at, but he couldn't care less. He just liked that someone was looking at him with that much interest.

Selina let out a growl. She was looking somewhat unstable, and people were whispering about getting Elijah behind her back. Some were. Others were just enjoying the entertainment. "So what if I can't shoot it?" She spat and picked up the gun again, trying to hit him with it as he held her off. "It's easier to do this with a pistol, but I can still make you hurt, John Wade, unless you get the fuck out! My gun, my fists, I don't care!" She then threw a punch within an inch of his face.

"Are you serious, Selina?" John sighed deeply. He grabbed her and spun her around, then grabbed her around the waist.

"Let her go or I swear I'll kill you!" Sean threatened, his eyes turning red.

"What did I do?" John tried to defend himself. "May I remind you that your grandmother attacked me first?" He pushed Selina away cause he was sick of her squirming to try and get out of his grip.

"You weren't invited here!" She said for the thousandth time, as if he didn't know.

"True," he agreed easily. "But I'm someone else's plus one."

"Who's?" Selina asked, hands on hips, and not taking her eyes off him.

"I can't say," John replied. "Now I know how reluctant you are to have me here. I don't want the person I came with to suffer just because of me."

Elise chuckled, a hand over her mouth.

John heard of course and gave her a smile.

"Will you just tell me who in their right mind would ire you as a teacher?" Sean yelled. "Stop avoiding the question!"

"That's something I want to know too," Selina agreed. "Who would let you near students? I wouldn't even let you meet my daughters!"

"Selina, Selina," John shook his head, clicking his tongue. "You see me as a monster, but I'm not some needy Casanova who feels like he always needs a woman's attention." He looked up and stared into Elise's eyes. "But if a woman did catch my eye, she'd know it right away. I prefer women who stand out in a crowd.

Elise blushed and lowered her gaze, and then turned on her heel and walked away.

"Don't care!" Selina shook her head. "Stay away from my home, my family, and the Council school!"

"Well, I'm afraid that last demand will be quite impossible," a voice replied before John could answer for himself.

They all turned their heads and found themselves face to face with Alistair Fale.

"Alistair," Selina nodded politely. "Astrid is in the farmhouse if you're looking for her. She's helping Gabrielle."

Alistair coughed, blushing a little. "I'm not looking for her. We didn't come together, Selina."

"Oh…" Selina rolled her eyes. "Of course you didn't." She crossed her arms. "Just why the hell is it impossible for this…this person to stay away from my family?" She stabbed a finger in John's direction.

"You misunderstand me, Selina," Alistair shook his head. "Your family is your business. Who you choose to be friends with isn't my business."

"Pigs will fly before I would allow this man near my house or my family!" Selina said stubbornly.

"Did I say I wanted to be part of your family, Selina?" John asked with a shrug, enjoying the angry look on her face.

"Shush," she growled, waving a finger in front of his face. "Not a word!"

"What I mean is that I can't stop John Wade from being at the Council. We've already hired him on as a teacher." His voice was solemn.

"You have to be kidding me," Selina walked around, hands on either side of her head as she paced back and forth. Then she circled her finger around her ear and whistled. "Have you lost your mind, Alistair?"

Alistair sighed. "I wouldn't question any decisions you make about the bakery because you know it best. The Council is what I know, so let me do as I see fit. I know what's best, I promise."

"Don't be too hard on her, Alistair," John told him. "She has every right to believe I'm not the right candidate for the job."

"Oh, you're not the right candidate for anything!" Sean spat.

"Okay, okay, can we just calm down?" Alistair put a hand in the air.

"Fine," Selina hissed, wiping her hand on her dress and straightening up. "Whatever, Alistair. He's all yours. Kiss up to your new teacher. And while you're at it, throw him out of this wedding!" She grabbed Sean's arm and they both walked away without another word.

"I can't leave now!" John cried. "I don't have my plus one!"

"You better find them," she shouted back. "And find them quick!"

Avery and Malachai watched Selina scream in silence, and then he nudged her. "Are you proud of yourself for what you've done?" He asked her. "Or I hope you haven't done it. Tell me this whole mess isn't your fault."

"Of course it's not!" Avery cried, then hit his arm with her clutch purse. "No, it's actually not my fault! And why do you have to call what I do fault? Putting people together is a good thing." She hit him twice more as she spoke the last two words.

"Ow!" He cried. "Shit, Avery! Ow, ow, ow!"

"Oh, stop it you big baby," she shook her head. "You're such a whiner!"

"If I'm upset because I got hit hard multiple times it's not whining!" Malachai corrected. "I'd give you a spanking in return but I'm afraid you'd like it."

"Maybe," Avery said and gave him a wink.

"Anyway," Malachai shook his head and looked away from her. "Why do you think I deserve to be hit? It's a fair question to ask if you're responsible for all this since you love sticking your nose in people's business and playing with them like they're your puppets."

"Fair point," she conceded. "But for once it really wasn't me! Alistair was the one who made the decision to hire John Wade to teach a class about the history of the magical world!

"That's why they're arguing?" Malachai shook his head, dumbstruck. "Granted, although I hate his guts for so many reasons and he's far from perfect, I have to concede that he's very qualified to teach that class. But I am too though, even though no one asked me…"

"Oh, of course!" Avery rolled her eyes. "You're so much more powerful than John. You're the most powerful warlock on Earth! Even more than the guy who's been around for Dad knows how long and was the first hybrid creature ever made! Let's bow down to your wisdom!"

Malachai glared at her. "Are you making fun of me Avery?"

"Oh, of course not!" She returned, patting his arm patronizingly. "I wouldn't dream of doing that, even when it's so easy!" She smirked. "I don't think that's what the argument is about, though."

"What other options are there?"

"Why would John be here in the first place?" Avery asked. "Selina certainly wouldn't have invited him, and he's nobody's favorite person."

"Good point," Malachai nodded. "Except…"

"Except what?" Avery snapped, hating that she might be wrong.

Malachai leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "Except for the fact that you already have a plan to get John and Selina's daughter, Elise, together. That's why he's here! Don't try and say I'm wrong."

"Oh, that," Avery coughed and blushed pink.

"Yeah, that," Malachai nodded. "Don't think I don't know!" he rolled his eyes at her.

Meanwhile, Elise had made her way to the refreshment table to grab a glass of champagne. The insistent stare of John Wade had made her nervous, so she thought it would be a good idea to get away from him for a moment. But she wasn't alone. She soon found herself facing Diana and Victoria.

"Here you are!" She cried, raising her glass. "I was wondering where the two of you had run off to."

Diana made a face and Victoria shrugged helplessly. "Sorry if we worried you. There was just, you know…stuff…" she trailed off awkwardly.

"What sort of stuff?" Elise asked after taking a giant swig of her drink. "Where he hell were you?"

"I bumped into Diana. She was with her mother and grandmother." Victoria shrugged.

"Something happen, Diana?" Elise questioned. "Are you all right?" Her friend's silence was worrisome.

Diana craned her neck to watch John and Alistair who were talking a few feet away from the tent.

"That man happened! She replied dryly and gestured in their direction.

Elise found herself staring at John Wade once again. It seemed she just couldn't get away from him. "I know he wasn't invited to the wedding, but I don't know what the big deal is. Mom made sure there was enough food to feed an army! A few extra people don't matter!"

"I know that he wasn't invited," Diana replied slyly.

"How do you know him?" Elise asked, eyes wide with shock.

"Apparently he's her great-grandfather," Victoria blurted out and shrugged. "Who knew?!"

"What?" Elise's jaw dropped. "But…why…how…when…I want…no, you tell me now. I need an explanation! Chop chop!"

"I don't want to talk about him," Diana sighed. "He deceived me!" Diana looked away, her tone stubborn.

"Victoria?" Elise turned to her other friend. "Do you know anything? Say something!" She snapped at her too.

"I don't know much, El," Victoria shook her head apologetically. "That man is Diana's grandfather's biological father. It's all I got out of her."

"Well, damn!" Elise blinked several times as she tried to process this news.

"Why do you care?" Diana cried angrily. "Why do you always have to stick your nose in everyone's business?"

"In this case, there's a very good reason," Elise returned. "John Wade, your great grandfather, or however many greats, is my project for Journalism. I'm doing a story on the most powerful warlock of all time!"

"When were you going to share this with me?" Victoria said to Diana, feeling a little hurt.

"Never, because it doesn't matter, and I don't give a fuck!" Diana spat. "I just know he's caused my family a lot of pain and that should be enough of an answer for you!" She then turned on her heel and began striding away, only to bump into Froy. But she didn't acknowledge him and just kept walking.

Froy then headed over to the other girls. "What's up with Diana? She seems upset. She bumped into me and didn't even apologize!"

"Family thing," Victoria shrugged helplessly.

"Doesn't really tell me a lot," Froy chuckled. "That could mean anything."

Meanwhile, Elise was staring at John Wade in light of the new news. "I'll be damned," she whispered.

Once again, he had managed to surprise her.

Eric Anderson knocked on the door of the little beach house, then stepped back and began pacing up and down the patio.

He had left his charge on the beach under a palm tree in the middle of night. As sheltered as she was, some would say that wasn't a good idea, but he wasn't worried. If she was as powerful as she was always bragging she was, she'd be all right if something came up.

He chuckled to himself about his genius plan for revenge: he'd convinced her that he'd lost control of the plane and they'd had to crash land in the water. She'd fainted and knocked herself out, then he'd carried her to the beach, and the rest was history.

Did he feel bad for lying to someone he was being paid to watch over and protect? Hell, no! Kristin Mikaelson was a bitch, and she needed to be taught lesson. If her father wasn't going to do it, it was clearly up to him!

The door opened at last, and he found himself face to face with a petite woman wearing nothing but a see-through dressing gown, and Eric could clearly see two naked men in a bed behind her. Clearly, he'd interrupted something. But with Nana, that wasn't hard to do.

He looked away, blushing slightly, even though he shouldn't have been surprised. A big part of the island's appeal was its openness abut sex. But to actually see proof of that was something else entirely.

"I'm…I'm sorry," he told the woman. "Clearly you're busy and I've interrupted. I can come back later when you're not otherwise occupied. Sorry."

"Never to busy for you, baby!" The woman assured him with a smile and a wink. "The fools in the bed are two of my husbands. Don't mind them. We were just having a little fun." She shrugged, a grin still on her lips.

"Well, that's obvious," Eric remarked, coughing uncomfortably.

"There's always room for more if you're interested," she winked at him.

"No, thanks, I'll pass," he shook his head and turned away.

Finally sensing he'd come for a different reason than sex, the woman stepped forward and shut the door behind her, making her way barefoot across the patio. "What's going on, sexy man? Why have you come? Is Klaus with you? Is he here on the island?"

"No, he's not on the island," Eric shook his head and finally turned to face her. "I flew to the island alone." He corrected himself. "Actually, I'm not alone, Kristin Mikaelson is with me."

The woman's eyes widened. "You brought Princess here? Why?"

"I could ask you the same question," Eric returned.

"I needed sex," she answered simply.

"That much is clear," he said and averted his eyes again. "Anyway, when you can pull yourself out of bed, I need your help. Mikael Mikaelson hired me to be Kristin's bodyguard while she travels the world.

"Oh, I know this," Nana nodded. "I heard before I left to come here. What could have possessed you to agree, sexy man?" she rolled her eyes. "Not only is she a spoiled princess, she's a brat too!"

"I know, believe me," Eric agreed, heaving a big sigh. "To make a long story short, I took the job because it paid very well, and I needed the money. But I've found a way to handle her. I couldn't handle how snobby and irritating she was being, so I faked a plane crash here on the island to teach her a lesson."

Nana burst out laughing. "Oh, that's brilliant! Good for you, that should teach her a lesson for sure!"

"I think so too, obviously. But I need some place to hide her things while I play this little game."

Nana nodded. "There's an abandoned cabin nearby. It's easy to find, and you can stash everything there."

"Thank you, Nana," Eric smiled back at her. "Are you staying here for good? With all the fun that's supposed to be had here, I wouldn't blame you if you never left again."

"Oh, no, I'll be leaving soon," Nana replied. "This is just a vacation." She paused and smiled proudly. "Before I go work for Mr. Klaus. He's hired me as a nanny."

Eric was confused. "But…why would he need one of those? His daughter Victoria is an adult!"

"Well, I promise you he's capable of making more than one baby," Nana replied. "He tells me more will come. In fact, another one is on its way. I'm going to be working a lot soon."

"Are you sure?" Eric looked doubtful. "I don't know how well you know his girlfriend and she's very…particular about her staff. And her uterus."

"That doesn't matter," Nana replied dryly. "Klaus is king and decides when the babies come. And from what I hear, she enjoys sex just as much. Surely she knows how to protect herself if she doesn't want babies at all. If not…well, it takes two to tango, doesn't it?"

Eric chuckled uneasily. Despite Nana's confidence, he knew that a battle of wits between her and Angelica wouldn't end well for either of them.

"Anyway," Nana continued. "You're welcome for the help, but one day, I intend to collect for this favor." She grinned wickedly and opened her dressing gown, giving him a good view of her naked body.

"Right," he looked for a second, then quickly turned away. "I have to go get the stuff to the place you mentioned. Bye, and thanks again, Nana!"

Then, he left her as fast as his legs could carry him, making his way to the beach to grab her stuff. If he had any luck at all, she wouldn't awaken and discover what he'd done until morning.

Eric looked into the turquoise water and up at the horizon, turning just as he heard Kristin whimper in her sleep. It was finally time to play his role in this lesson.

He tore the sleeves of his shirt and the cuffs of his pants. Now he truly looked like Robinson Crusoe! He headed in her direction, standing over her just in time for her to wake up.

She let out a curse and glared because of the intense sunlight. "What…what happened?" She asked. "Where am I?" She tried to stand up but stumbled in the sand.

"The plane crashed," he explained, putting stabilizing hands on either side of her waist. "We're stranded on a remote desert island."

Kristin frowned at the plane in the water. "Wait," she said. "I remember! You were talking to someone on the radio! Then the plane…" her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.

"Exactly!" Eric nodded. "We crashed after that. Right into the water." He looked away. "I got you out of your seat and brought you to the beach since you fainted from terror and couldn't do it yourself."

She raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying that you carried me from the plane to the beach in the water?" She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Isn't the water too deep for that?"

Shit! She wasn't stupid. He'd actually landed near the pond, then after he'd brought her ashore, he'd pushed the plane back into the water.

"What was I supposed to do?" Eric threw up his hands. "Leave you for the sharks to eat? Would you have preferred that?" He scoffed. "Maybe I should have done that in the first place!"

"Where's my cellphone?" Kristin looked around frantically for her handbag. "What did you do with my stuff? Take it? Sell it to someone to get more money cause you're poor? You better not have! And the minute I find it, I'm going to call my father and demand that he fires you!"

"I'll make it very easy for you, sweetheart," Eric said, looking her directly in the eye. "I quit! So, no need to call Daddy Dearest and have him fire me! And if you're so sure of yourself, you can handle being on this island alone. Good luck!" He turned on his heel and walked away from her.

"Wait a minute!" She called, stomping her feet. "Tell me where my stuff is!"

He paused, smirking, before turning to face her again.

"Your 'stuff' as you call all your unnecessary suitcases, got lost at sea when we crashed! It's gone!" He gestured at the blue water.

"What?" She cried, putting a hand over her heart. "What do you mean it's lost at sea? It can't be lost at sea! It's worth more than you make in a year!"

Eric chuckled. "And you'd think at those prices, they would make that stuff able to float, but apparently not." He paused and cleared his throat to explain. "The impact of our descent caused the backdoor to burst open and with all the air pressure, your stuff fell out into the sea." He shrugged. "It seems like all you have to your name now is the clothes on your back."

"But my handbag was at my feet!" She pointed out. "It has to still be in the cockpit! It has to be!" She gestured frantically toward the plane.

Fuck! Once again she was proving to be more intelligent than she let on.

"Well, do you see the plane?" he asked.

"Of course I see the plane!" Kristin spat. "I'm not blind. I mean I might have broken a nail or two and it's all your fault, but I'm not blind!"

"Well, good," Eric cried, ignoring the comment about her broken nails. "So why don't you just do something for yourself for once and go get your bag out of the plane if you're so sure it's in there. I'm not gonna do it. I'm not your lackey anymore." He grinned.

"Fine," she spat, trying to fling sand in his face and cursing when she missed. "I will!"

She then raised her chin and began stomping toward the plane before turning around.

"What are you waiting for, Princess?" Eric gestured at the plane. "Go get your stuff. Be my guest!"

"I will," She narrowed her eyes at him. "What am I supposed to do about blood?" She rubbed her hands nervously

"You mean what will you do?" He corrected with a wink. "I'm a smelly old werewolf, remember? I don't need it. I can just catch fish."

Kristin wrinkled her nose. "I know it'll be absolutely gross but since you're the only other living thing here…give me yours! Give me your blood! That's an order!"

Eric nearly choked. "I'm sorry… what now? You're ordering me to do what?" He put a hand to his ear as if he hadn't heard her and then burst out laughing. "You think you can demand blood from me? Think again, sweetheart! That's not gonna happen!"

"I'll swim out to the plane and get my phone!" She undressed angrily until she stood before him in nothing but her underwear.

He did his best not to stare but he found his gaze sliding down her body. She wore a tiny pair of thong panties and a see-through white lace bra. Fuck him, she was gorgeous!"

"And if I get eaten by sharks, you'll only have yourself to blame and my father to answer to before he kills you!" she shook a ginger under his nose.

Then, before he had a chance to say another word, she entered the water and began swimming toward the plane.

"Fine, whatever!" He yelled. "You get eaten by sharks and I'll bring flowers to your funeral!"

She wouldn't find her bag and cell phone. Cause they were, as he knew very well, hidden away in the abandoned beach house, and nowhere near the plane.