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"So are Steve and his friends still asking you about learning the time travel spell?" Amy asked Astrid.

"Yes," Astrid nodded. "And of course I'm not going to share it with them. Not now. It's too early." She looked at Alistair. "What do you think, dear? Should I take the interns aside and teach them how to do time travel?"

Alistair raised an eyebrow. "These are the same interns that made Selina's family rise from the dead?"

"Yes," Astrid nodded. "Exactly.

"No," Alistair shook his head. "Don't you do it. They're just children. Learning a spell like that requires the caster have maturity and the ability to know when to cast and when not to, and these boys are just teenagers, aren't they?"

"Yeah," Astrid nodded. "That's true."

"Well, that should answer the question easily enough," Alistair replied. "If someone isn't mature enough to handle the responsibility of a spell, they shouldn't be learning it."

Astrid smiled. "You know, sometimes I think you should be head of the Council, Alistair!"

Alistair brushed the compliment away. "Oh, I couldn't do that," he said. "You're much better with it than I am, although I'm perfectly happy to help you behind the scenes."

Astrid kissed him again and he blushed brightly. "People are watching!" he said.

"Are you embarrassed to watch us kiss?" Astrid asked Amy and Klaus.

"No," Klaus said even though he was trying not to chuckle. "It's fine. Go ahead."

"Stop laughing!" Amy reprimanded Klaus, who disregarded her, got the laughter out of his system before looking at Amy and going, "Sorry!"

Alistair knew him too well to think the apology meant anything, but he dropped the subject and went to something else. "You showed Amy the pictures, didn't you?" He asked Klaus.

"Of course I did," Klaus told him. "That's what we brought them for, isn't it?"

"Yes, but I wondered if you'd gotten distracted and done other things instead," Alistair told him.

"No, he did show them to me. They were so nice. It made me think of when I was growing up."

"You know, I always forget that you were born in the nineteenth century," Astrid told her. "You've adapted so well."

"You have to when the times change," Amy shrugged. "It's how you fit in. But I don't need to explain that to anyone here, do I?"

"No, you don't really," Klaus replied cheerfully. "We've been adapting for a lot longer."

"Something you were more than happy to do in more debauched times," Alistair pointed out. "The more scandalous, the better!"

"Can I help it if I like to have a good time?" Klaus asked. "And sometimes you enjoyed things too. Don't pretend you didn't."

"Maybe," Alistair replied. "But we don't need to go into detail about any of that, do we?"

"You don't have to be embarrassed," Astrid told him. "I know there was a time in your life before you met with me, plus all that time you and I were separated. And you're such an attractive man that you couldn't have always been single. I refuse to believe that."

"I suppose you could say I've had the occasional romantic experience," Alistair told her. "But by far, you're the best one."

"Awww!" Astrid smiled. "Aren't you sweet?"

Amy could tell that they wanted to kiss, but were too well-mannered to do it in front of other people. This made her grab Klaus' hand and say, "Let's go to our room for a bit. I have something I want to show you."

"You do, do you?" Klaus chuckled and pulled her against himself. "I like it when you show me things in our room."

"It's not that sort of thing!" Amy told him and gave him a push. "I have pictures of myself too. I thought you'd want to see them."

"I suppose I could," Klaus agreed.

So Amy took him to their bedroom and then went to get the pictures, which Klaus enjoyed immensely until they came across one of her and Jonathan Putnam.

"Wait a minute!" Klaus told her. "Stop right there. I want to look at that one again, the one of you and Putnam."

"No, you don't!" Amy told him and refused to turn back to it. "If I let you see it again, you'll probably just take it out and tear it up or something."

"And why shouldn't I?" Klaus wanted to know. "That's all in the past. Why would you want to have memories of an engagement you broke off?"

"Because he was my friend before he was my fiancé," Amy told him. "And just because I broke off our engagement doesn't mean I want to, or should forget about it completely. However…" She removed that photo and a couple of others and stuck them in a ziplock bag. "If you're that insecure, I suppose I could bring them to Savannah. She might get a kick out of seeing them."

"Yes, do that," Klaus nodded. "Good idea. Do I have to go with you when you take them?"

"No," Amy said. "I wouldn't subject you to such a thing, I swear."

"Good," Klaus nodded. "Thank you. And may I just say that you looked lovely in all the pictures where Putnam wasn't with you."

"Thank you," Amy told him dryly. "I appreciate that."

As they came back, Alistair and Astrid quickly pulled themselves apart. "Okay, we're done now," Astrid quickly assured them, before giving Alistair a hot look. "For now, anyway."

"We were just looking at pictures of Amy and she was nice enough to take the ones of her and Jonathan Putnam out of her album and put them in a bag to take to Savannah," Klaus said.

"Why is it that you still have a problem with Jonathan Putnam after all this time?" Alistair asked Klaus.

"I have my reasons," Klaus replied. "I don't expect you to understand them."

"So in other words, you still hate that he was engaged to Amy once and that he's now married to your daughter," Alistair nodded. "Okay, I get it now."

"No, I don't think you do," Klaus told him.

"You just keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better," Alistair said. "After all this time, I do know a thing or two about you."

"Yes, well, whatever," Klaus replied and stood up. "Who wants a drink?"

"I'll have some of that Pinot gris you got the other day when we were at the store," Amy told him. "You said that we would wait for a special occasion to crack that open, and I think now is a good time. Astrid's getting on her feet at the Council, and things seem to be going well. In fact, let's toast to that."

"No, I really have to toast to you," Astrid told her. "You've really been a big help with getting me back onto solid ground with everyone. I appreciate it. In fact, would you mind taking over for me if something were to leave me indisposed?"

"Can you do that?" Amy asked, while Klaus looked as if someone had made him swallow a live bug.

"I can appoint whomever I want," Astrid replied. "As long as they are a competent manager. And I think you would be."

"But what about me then?" Klaus stood up and asked. "Who's gonna take care of me if Amy is off working full time at the Council?"

"Oh, would you calm down?" Alistair told him. "I'll take care of you if Amy wants to go and work. It's what I'm good at, you know."

"I couldn't ask you to do that," Amy told him. "At least not all the time." Then she turned to Astrid. "Why don't you ask Helene? She's a good manager. And her husband's not half as needy!"

"That is a very good point!" Astrid nodded while Klaus glowered. "I think I'll put out the possibility to her. Yeah. That's what I'll do. Thank you so much for the suggestion, Amy."

"No problem," Amy replied. "It's my pleasure."

"These are seriously you, Mom?" Savannah asked when Amy brought her the pictures and sat with her on the sofa looking at them. "You don't look very different. It's like you went to one of those historical parks and took an old-time photo."

"Well, aren't you sweet?" Amy said and kissed her daughter's hair. "Witches do age well, I guess."

Just then, Jonathan came in, with one hand in Sean Junior's. "Hello, Amy," he said brightly, then turned to her husband, who'd agreed to come just to see his daugter. "Klaus."

"Putnam," Klaus replied, eyes narrowed.

But Sean Junior was oblivious to the hostility between his two grandfathers and ran to try and get on Klaus' lap.

"There now, see?" Amy told him. "Junior is happy to see you."

"Yeah," Klaus nodded. "The boy has good taste."

"What did you bring us, Amy?" Jonathan asked her.

"I brought Savannah some old photos of me, including one taken of you and me the day we got engaged," Amy told him. "It might not have turned out the way we wanted it, but we still both look really good." She handed Jonathan the photo, which had been taken in photography's very early days.

"From what you can see, we really did make a handsome couple, didn't we?" He said after looking at it a little bit. Then he said to Savannah, "Would you mind if I put this on the mantle?"

"Sure, go ahead," Savannah replied. "I would love it." Then she gasped as Junior picked up one of the photos and put it in his mouth. "No!" She told him firmly and gently pulled it out. "That's not for eating!" Then she sighed as he gave her a sad face. "I bet he's wishing his mother had let him spend the day with Christine and Sarah. He really likes it over there." She ruffled his hair. "Don't worry, sweetie. I'm sure your mommy will take you there tomorrow."

Jonathan put the engagement photo on the mantle, and then, so Klaus wouldn't throw another fit, Amy decided they should go. They gave their daughter a kiss and a hug and then headed back home so that Amy could find a way to distract him.

"You sure you won't get in trouble giving me a job like this?" Helene asked after Astrid told her about the need to have someone trained to take over the council in her absence. "I mean, you did get in trouble for just doing things for your friends."

"Oh, but this isn't an official position per se," Astrid replied. "And you're a competent organizer. You could run the council well, don't you think?"

"I think she could," Adrian said. "She runs my life pretty well when I let her."

"So you wouldn't mind me going if I wanted to?" Helene asked.

"Sure, go," Adrian replied affably. "Doesn't bother me."

"Yeah, don't worry," Kai called from the kitchen. "I'll look after him for you."

"That makes me feel so much better!" Helene called to him. But she looked at her mother and said, "You know, I've been looking for something to do outside the house for a while. And you're right. I really think I could do it. All right, Mom. I'll take the job!"