While Noah was usually able to wake himself up without any sort of alarm, it was loud shrieking that made his eyes pop open the next morning. He'd been asleep in a chair by Cassidy's bed, waiting for her to awaken, and when she did, there was no doubt about it. She just kept shrieking and shrieking and when he reached out to touch her in an attempt to calm her down, she slapped him.

"My eyes hurt!" She cried. "My mouth hurts, my head hurts, I'm hungry...just what the hell did you do to me?"

"I saved your life!" He told her. "If it weren't for me, you'd be dead now, remember? Why are you so mad? You seemed okay with it before."

"I did not!" She shook her head. "I acknowledged that that's what you were gonna do to me, but that doesn't mean I was happy about it! Why would I possibly be okay with this, you...you...! I can't think of a bad enough word!"

"Well, the word you'll be thinking of soon is 'Thank you'," Noah told her. "Or, the words."

"Oh, says you!" Cassidy's eyes narrowed. "You have to be pretty egocentric to think you can just control my life like that! Who gave you permission to play God?"

"Well, I'm pretty sure my grandfather, the actual God, wouldn't want you to be dead, since he intends us to have a life together," Noah pointed out.

"Oh, lucky me," Cassidy rolled her eyes.

Noah zapped her up some blood and held the bag out to her, but she rejected it.

"Oh, no, if that's what I need, I'm taking it from you personally," she decided, grabbing his arm and biting down while he swore in pain.

Finally, she released him and as he winced and moved his arm around, she pushed the covers aside. "Let's see what you did to me," she said and made her way toward the mirror attached to her dresser. Then she looked down at her legs and feet. "My knee," she whispered in awe and bent it. "I...it's healed!"

"Yeah," Noah grinned. "I can't wait til you see that pretty face of yours too. You're welcome!"

"My face?" Cassidy turned and frowned at him. "What did you do to my face? I'm afraid to look!"

But she did anyway and gasped. "My scar! It...it's gone! I'm beautiful!"

Noah let her gaze at herself dreamily for a few minutes before he came up behind her, moved some of her hair out of her eyes, and pulled her close from behind, whispering, "Oh, don't talk like that, Cassidy. You've always been beautiful to me."

"Yeah, yeah," She nudged him away and continued to stare at herself. "Goodbye!"

"I'll tell Willie you're gonna be okay," Noah informed her, even though he was positive that she wasn't listening to him at all.

But she was, and finally turned away from the mirror to yell at him again. "You told him what you did to me? How could you? He is a child!"

"Who is a demon also!" Noah reminded her. "It's not like any of this is new to him. In fact, when I told him what I did, he was happy that he wasn't gonna lose someone else in his life. Don't worry about him. The kid deserves more credit!"

"I thought you were leaving," Cassidy told him.

"Don't worry," Noah assured her and opened the door. "I am."

He slammed the door shut behind him and went to Willie's room. The little boy met him at the door. trying to carry a suitcase that was clearly too heavy for him with both his small hands.

"Before I go, I need to know that Cassidy will be okay," he told Noah. "Is she? You didn't kill her?"

"Oh, no, little man," Noah shook his head, took the suitcase from the little boy, and hugged him hard. "You know all that screaming you probably heard earlier? That was Cassidy. She's all right now and I bet you could go see her if you wanted."

"Okay, I will!" Willie smiled. "Hold my suitcase, please!" He then ran to Cassidy's room and knocked on the door. "Noah says you're not dead!" He called. "May I see?"

There was a bit of silence while Cassidy debated whether or not she felt good enough to see him and then decided she was. "All right," she told him. "Come in!" She opened the door for him and when he saw her, he grinned widely and gave her a hug.

"I'm glad you're okay!" He told her. "Wasn't Noah nice to save you?"

"Well, at least he made it so I didn't have to leave you," Cassidy said and kissed Willie's hair. "That's nice of him."

"Don't be scared of being a demon," Willie told her. "I'm one too. It's not so bad. I'll help you."

"Thank you," Cassidy told him. "You're very sweet, Willie."

"Just a second though," he said when she finally let him go. "I have to do something fast. and then I'll come back."

After she promised she would still be there, Willie marched back to Noah. "I know I'm supposed to leave cause of the aliens," he said. "But someone needs to be here for Cassidy, so can I stay please?"

"We'll see," Noah told him. "Now that Cassidy's not human, we might be able to be a bit more flexible about whether or not we stay or go."

"Great!" Willie hopped up and down. "I'll go tell her. She'll be so happy!"

"Maybe for you," Noah sighed. "But when it comes to me, perhaps not so much."

Lucifer breathed a sigh of relief as he made his way into the silence of his office. Eleanor had been unusually clingy and chatty that morning, sticking to him like glue, and insisting that they have breakfast in bed (which he was pleased with at first until all she did was talk when she didn't have food in her mouth.) Then she'd followed him into the pool, the movie theater, and had even stood outside the shower trying to get him to talk about what was only his and his Father's business while he was wet and naked and vulnerable. But she hadn't followed him here, to his private space. It was quiet and his chair was turned facing away from the door, just as he'd left it. He grinned and made his way to the desk, just as the chair turned and he saw it was already occupied.

"What took you so long?" Ellie asked, putting her feet up on the desk and crossing them at the ankles while she smirked at him. "It seems like I've been waiting for you for hours!"

"What is it that you want, Eleanor?" He asked irritably as he threw his hands up. "It's not normally in your nature to stick to me like this. You're usually so good at respecting my privacy!"

"Well, if you would just tell me what's going on with you and your dad, I'll leave you be," Ellie said. "I don't get why you're leaving me out of it and I hate it!"

"Get your feet off my desk," he ordered and moved her black leather, five-inch stiletto heel clad feet as Ellie pouted. He then ordered her out of the chair.

"What will you do if I don't move?" Ellie grinned and put her feet back up while she wiggled her butt in the chair. "Spank me?"

He picked her up, put her over his shoulder, and swatted her bottom a few times. "And there's more where that came from," he said and marched her out of the office while she giggled and cheered and yelled, "Oh, I think I'm in trouble now!"

She expected to be taken to her bed so they could have a leisurely encounter, but groaned when he pushed her into an empty closet.

"Hey!" She cried. "What is this?"

"I'm sorry, darling," he apologized breathlessly, took off his shirt, and undid his pants. "But you know with how busy I've been it's been hard to find some time to have a romantic moment. This is the best I can do for now, even though I know you deserve better than a closet."

"Good to know that this newfound sense of duty hasn't completely made you forget your priorities," Ellie grinned, feeling appeased. She ran her fingers over his bare chest and let him lift her up a little so she could nibble on and lick his neck before she zapped up a pair of cuffs and he cuffed her hands behind her back, bracing her against the door as he had his way with her, over and over again.

He'd thought that it would just be something he could do quickly, but he hadn't realized how long it had been for him too, and by the time he able to stop, they were both panting with exhaustion while she was hung over his shoulder and he held her close.

"Good," she muttered and kissed him softly. "Good. Was it as good for you as it was for me?"

"Oh, yes," he nodded. "But that doesn't mean you haven't been a very naughty girl today. Go to your room or your library, please, and stay out of my office. I know you want to know what's going on with my father and me, but for once, can't you just trust me? I don't want to overburden you."

"Fine," Ellie sighed. "I suppose I can drop this for now. You're lucky I'm hungry. And that I need to take a shower."

"Good!" Lucifer grinned, his dark eyes brightening. "You do that! Clean yourself up! What a great idea!"

He set her down to stand, she straightened her skirt, and then began casting hunted looks around the closet floor. "Where did my panties go?" She asked. "Did you see where I threw them?"

"They're so tiny that it's hard to tell," Lucifer told her. "Thank you for that, by the way."

"You're welcome," Ellie said.

They finally found the lacy red thong and she put it on, along with her shoes, gave him a wink, and strode nonchalantly out of the closet.

"Good," Lucifer told himself. "That gives me at least twenty minutes if not longer, since she's eating, to do what I need to do without any interference." He checked his back pocket to see that he still had what he needed, and then headed for the study next to his office where his father was waiting for him.

"Sorry it took me so long," he apologized. "I was held up."

"No matter," Steve shrugged. "Were you able to get what we need?"

"Yes," Lucifer pulled the phone out of his pocket. "Straight from Lily-Eleanor's bedroom. She didn't even hide it. It was just right out there in the open!"

He then eyed Steve and shook his head. "I can't believe you're stooping so low as to steal your great-granddaughter's cellphone. I hope you feel bad."

"Of course I do," Steve nodded. "But, great-granddaughter or not, she has what we need, and sometimes you have to do what you have to do. I'll be sure to make it up to her later. And I promise she won't know you were complicit." He paused. "If she realizes it was me, of course, which I hope she won't, for my sake."

"So what should we write?" Lucifer wanted to know? "Does she even have his phone number? Because if she doesn't, there's no point."

"Samael, the robot's called He," Steve informed him.

Lucifer scoffed and crossed his arms. "Well, if that's not the stupidest name I've ever heard."

"Just as I thought," Steve grinned. "She has his number on speed dial. Now, we can't call, but we can text, and..."

"Give me that!" Lucifer snatched it up. "Let me handle this, old man."

Steve rolled his eyes and watched Lucifer write out a message, showing him the screen after.

"What do you think about this?" Lucifer asked proudly.

"He, I am in danger," Steve read. "They are following me everywhere. I think someone is in my house right now. Please come!"

"Great, right?" Lucifer grinned. "Although you could have sounded more terrified when you read it. It didn't have the right punch." He paused. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because you just sent the stupidest cry for help that I have ever heard!" Steve got out, shaking his head. "But you've already sent it, so I suppose it'll have to do, even though it probably won't work."

Two seconds later, there was a sound of three beeps.

"There," Lucifer grinned. "He answered. I believe an apology is in order."

"We'll see when he gets here," Steve returned dryly. "It does say he's coming?"

"Yes," Lucifer nodded after chuckling. "See? The message reads, 'I'm on my way'."

"I know it's too much," Jeff muttered to himself as he made his way into Lucifer's mansion with his eyes on his feet. He was still recovering from his transformation and encounter with Charlotte Junior and although he knew it would probably make things worse, he felt he needed to apologize.

As he agonized over the decision, someone bumped into him with an irritated, "Hey! Watch where you're going!"

He muttered an apology, looked up, and found himself staring into Charlotte Junior's wide eyes as she sucked in a breath and froze in her tracks.

"It's you!" She breathed.

"Yes, it's me," he nodded. "Hello, Charlotte." He swallowed, reaching out as she began to back away from him. "How are you? Are you all right?"

"Considering the fright I had yesterday, not too bad," Charlotte Junior tried to shrug it off, but Jeff could still see small shivers shaking her body.

"What fright?" He asked and grabbed her after taking her into an empty room and closing the door behind them. "You saw me yesterday, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU?"

"Let go!" She ordered. "And no need to yell. I'm standing right in front of you."

"Oh, no," Jeff began to pace, his head in his hands. "You were there, it wasn't a hallucination!"

Charlotte tapped her foot and crossed her arms. "If you're talking about you turning into a slobbering, smelly monster on me, no, that wasn't. It was all to real!"

"Oh, dear, Steve!" Jeff cried looking troubled. "I hope I didn't hurt you! I truly didn't mean it if I did."

"No, you didn't," Charlotte Junior assured him, wrapping her arms around herself and trying not to shudder at the memory of what he did do.

"Good," Jeff let out a sigh of relief. "You have no idea how thankful I am for that!"

"Not as much as me," Charlotte Junior replied. "Except for your bad breath and ugliness, you were a gentlemanly monster."

"Don't joke about this!" He commanded. "I'm a horrible, dangerous monster and it's not funny!"

"Oh, you don't have to tell me twice!" Charlotte Junior assured him. "I've seen it, and I know very well it's not funny. But it's how I deal with that sort of thing, you know?"

He took her hands. "You need to stay away from me from now on. I don't care what your grandfather says. It's not safe for us to be together now that I've relapsed. I need to go somewhere else where I can be alone and harm no one."

"You're not leaving," Charlotte Junior shook her head. "Not before we've slept together!"

"I could tear you limb from limb!" Jeff told her, shocked. "And I'm a priest, remember? Between those two things, what makes you think we'll be sleeping together any time soon?"

"What makes you think we won't?" Charlotte Junior asked. "To be honest, I wasn't expecting that you had a 'Frankenstein in the house of horrors' thing going on, but...I don't mind it. I think it gives you character. I find it fascinating. As for the priest thing...my grandfather is God, remember? And if he didn't want us doing that sort of thing, he wouldn't put you with me. He knows what I'm all about. He knows it's gonna happen. And I don't see Him objecting. You're practically part of the family and I could see myself sleeping with you in your human form quite easily."

"Really?" Jeff blushed. He'd really have to ask Steve about this. "Are you serious?"

"Yes," Charlotte Junior put a hand on either side of his face and kissed him gently. "Yes, I am."

Lily Eleanor let out a shriek as she felt a hand on her shoulder, then turned around in her desk chair, and when she saw He, her jaw dropped.

"What are you doing here?" She whispered. "Have you lost your mind?"

"I am here for you," He told her. "You are in danger."

"I am?" Lily Eleanor shook her head. "But you will be if you stay here! What would possibly make you take such a risk?"

"This," He told her, taking his phone out of his pocket and showing her Lucifer and Steve's message. "You sent it."

"Oh, damn!" Lily Eleanor whispered. "I didn't. I don't know how you got in here, but you need to leave now! It's sweet of you to come and save me, but this was from someone else to lure you here! My family wants to capture you and hurt you and they used my phone to do it!" She began to try and push him toward the door. "Let's hope we can get you out before anyone sees!"

But He resisted, peering at her, his head cocked to one side. "I don't understand."

"Of course you don't," Lily Eleanor sighed. She zapped them to the front door, which was locked. "Damn it, you stupid door! Unlock, unlock!"

"Not so fast!" Lucifer cried dramatically. "Step away from the door, Lily-Eleanor. You and that hunk of metal!"