A few nights after Astrid's 'debate' with Doctor Putnam, Henry zapped up some flowers and went straight to Margaret's.
"Hey," he said, opening her bedroom door a crack and peeking in. "Are you okay?"
Margaret heard him and turned. "You should thank your dad," she said quietly. "He fixed it so everyone else sees me as me. Now, even though I know I'm in Emily's body, at least no one can see it."
"Well, if you're in it, it's not really Emily's body anymore, is it?" Henry asked, handing her the flowers. "I brought you these," he said.
Margaret gave him a look. "If you're bribing me to like you again, it won't work."
Henry looked at her as she lay on the bed, book in hand, and grinned. "Maybe flowers won't," he said, gently taking the book away. "But I know what will." Margaret's jaw dropped in indignation, but then, Henry took her in his arms and kissed her, the book going flying off the bed as he lowered her down on the mattress and her fingers threaded through his hair.
He kissed her for awhile, but didn't want to push his luck, so he finally pulled away.
"What did you do that for?" She asked. "Are you giving up already?"
"Well, do you want me to keep going or not?" Henry asked. "I wouldn't want you to think I was bribing you to like me or anything."
"That doesn't even have to do with anything!" Margaret said. "And is there some sort of spell you can put on the door so no one will hear us if we get loud?"
Henry smirked. "Are you planning on being loud?"
"Oh, I hope so," Margaret whispered against his ear, then gave it a nibble. Henry chuckled and moved her underneath him, his hands moving up and down her body, giving her shivers, before he pushed in, and pushed out of her, and then pushed in again. She gave what he presumed to be a pleasurable squeak, but then cut it off, clutching him hard, her nails digging into his back. "Maggie," Henry whispered. "Maggie, are you all right?"
"Henry," she got out in a choked voice. She was struggling against something. "Henry, are you sure that no one can hear us from outside?"
"Yes, I'm sure," Henry replied. "Why?"
It was then that Margaret let out a loud shriek that lasted for a long time. When it was done, she was panting and grinning. "Sorry," she said. "Are you deaf?"
"No," Henry replied. "But we probably shouldn't do that again until you move in with me."
"All right," Margaret replied easily. "What would be the best time for you?"
"Really?" Henry asked. "Just like that? Don't you think we should at least get married first? What will your dad say?"
"You know that if we tell him, he won't let it happen. He's taking Mom to Paris for her birthday so she can meet this friend of his. We'll marry and I'll get moved in while they're gone, and they don't even have to know."
But that didn't feel right to Henry. "I know your father has issues with us, but I still think we should let him see you get married, or at least say that we asked him, even if he says 'No'."
"All right," Margaret replied. "I'll ask him."
"Good," Henry nodded. He gave her one last kiss and disappeared, leaving an empty spot in her bed and a lot of thoughts in her head.
She came downstairs the next morning, trying to maintain an air of ease so that neither of her parents would suspect what she'd been up to only a few hours previously. She reached the table, sat down next to Ethan, and helped him cut his eggs.
"Good morning, Margaret," Elijah greeted her. "You look like you slept well."
"Thanks for noticing," Margaret replied, then quickly changed the subject. "Why don't you tell Mom about what she's getting for her birthday? As of right now, she's the only one who doesn't know!"
"So..." Selina asked Elijah turning to face him when she heard this. "What are you planning to do for my birthday?"
"Well, I have a potential idea," Elijah replied. "But I was going to ask you how you felt about it first."
"Oh, yes?" Selina asked, feeling intrigued. "Just what is it?"
"I have a friend who runs a wax museum of horrors," Elijah replied. "It caters mainly to human and vampire patrons, even though Antoine himself is a warlock, and he's been wanting to do a Lonely Heart exhibit for years, but couldn't, of course, cause he had no idea what you look like. I told him I could possibly help him, but first I have to ask...would you be willing?"
"Sure!" Selina replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I just can't believe you'd let yourself have a friend who did something that...fun. I thought you'd turn your nose down at it."
"Well, he didn't have a house of horrors when I met him," Elijah replied stiffly. "That came later. So I can tell him that you'll help, then?"
"Well, yes!" Selina replied, hugging him hard. "What a great birthday present! When do we leave? It'll probably have to be soon. I should probably get packing." She ran off, leaving her breakfast behind. Ethan immediately took advantage and tried to reach for her waffles, but his arms were too short.
"Daddy," he asked Elijah. "Can I have Mommy's waffles?"
Elijah turned his head. "Selina?" He yelled. "Can Ethan have your waffles?"
"Sure," Selina yelled back. "I'm too excited to eat!"
"All right then," Elijah replied, then cut them up for Ethan before passing him the plate. "There you go," he said, doing his best to ignore Clementine, who shared Ethan's chair. "We wouldn't want you to choke."
"Thank you," Ethan replied and began spearing waffle pieces with a fork while his mother tossed all her clothes out of her closet trying to figure out what would be dressy enough for Paris.
"Do you think your parents will be upset that we got married and didn't tell them?" Emily asked when she and Tristan arrived at Elijah and Selina's that night. "Should we have?"
"I'm sure they'll understand," Tristan replied. "And besides, we're telling them now."
Emily nodded nervously and followed Tristan into the house. His mother usually met people at the door, but today, she was nowhere in sight.
"Mom?" Tristan yelled. "Where in the world are you?"
"In my and your dad's room!" Selina called back. "Packing."
Tristan led Emily there and watched from the bed with amusement as his mother threw dresses out of the closet. "What are you packing for?" He asked. "Special occasion?"
"Yeah, my birthday," Selina replied. "Your father is taking me on a trip to Paris to meet a friend of his. It should be fun. He owns a museum of horrors. But you already knew that, didn't you?"
"Yes," Tristan nodded. "And Emily and I have some big news too," he said. "Well, first, the spell that Henry did on Margaret, he also did on Emily, so that's why she's better for however long, and second, she and I got married. Sorry we didn't tell you."
"Oh, it's all right, sweetie!" Selina said, coming to hug him and then Emily. "What do you say I make a special dinner for you two, then? Or at least a cake?"
"Oh, you don't have to do that!" Emily flushed.
"Yes, I do!" Selina replied, finally extricating herself from the closet. "You're my daughter in law now!" She kicked a pile of clothes aside and led Tristan and Margaret to the kitchen where she made a quick and simple cake and frosted it with whipped cream, then wrote a 'Happy Wedding' message on it.
"What's the cake for?" Elijah asked, coming out from his office.
"Emily and Tristan got married and I thought we should celebrate it, even in this small way," Selina replied, bringing the cake out to the dining room table, and then calling for Ethan and Margaret.
When everyone was seated, Selina offered the happy pair the knife and Tristan took it and began cutting slices.
"Thank you for this," Emily replied. "I really wasn't expecting it."
"Oh, it's no trouble," Selina replied, "Really."
"So, what inspired you two to get married?" Elijah asked.
"Well, we figured that even with the body switch, we don't know how much time Emily has left, so we might as well get married while we can," Tristan replied.
"You're not disappointed, are you?" Emily asked Elijah.
"Of course not," Elijah replied. "I'm not worried about you at all."
"I hope you have a good time in Paris," Emily told Selina. "I'd like to go sometime."
"Well, I'll make a note of the good stuff, so you'll know what to do when you and Tristan go," Selina replied.
"I hope we'll be able to," Emily replied, and Tristan took her hand in his, giving it a squeeze, although his blue eyes were troubled. "We will," he told her. "I promise."
After the cake was gone, Emily stood up and said that she and Tristan should probably be getting back to her dad's. "He still can't believe I'm alive," she said. "And it worries him if I stay out for too long. Thanks for the cake, Selina."
"You're welcome," Selina replied as she and Elijah followed them to the door. "Congratulations, you two." They waved goodbye one last time and the door closed. "Well," Selina told Elijah. "You took that very well."
"I wouldn't normally," Elijah replied. "But given the fragile nature of Emily's health and the fact that I trust her, this is the one time I could accept a surprise marriage of one of my children. They're just making good use of what time they have."
"Speaking of making good use of time," Selina replied, "I still have packing to do!"
"You can relax!" Elijah called after her. "We don't need to leave right away!"
"Why not?" Selina called back. "I want to!"
"All right," Elijah called. "We'll leave the day after tomorrow. Is that soon enough?"
"Yeah," Selina called back. "I guess."
"So this is your friend's place?" Selina asked, looking at the very elegant building that had Antoine Simon's Maison D'horreur on it. "What a nice building!"
"Isn't it just, though?" Elijah asked. He led her inside and went through the exhibits and crowds of people, and half-finished exhibits waiting to go on display. "Usually he takes his with each sculpture, but I have a feeling he'll want to get you up as soon as possible, so he's gonna go the quick route." He knocked on the door of a room that had narrow floor to ceiling windows on either side. Selina peered in and saw a chubby, balding man with a slight amont of dark hair with his back to them, preparing wax, presumably to be made into something. Elijah knocked on the door, and a voice called back, "I'm busy, come back later."
"It's me, Antoine, Elijah Mikaelson!" Elijah called. "And I brought someone I want you to meet!" The man turned and sped to the door, opening it. "You better not be lying to me!" He said. "I have waited too long for this to be a trick."
"Well, it's not," Elijah replied with a grin. "Selina, come and meet my friend Antoine Simon."
"Hello!" Selina replied brightly with a wide grin. Then her face changed when she saw that he looked disappointed. "What's the matter?"
But he ignored her. "You promised me that you'd bring me Lonely Heart!" He spat at Elijah and gestured wildly at Selina's hot pink dress with white polka dots, light pink ruffles around the skirt and matching pink flats. "And instead you bring me this...this.." He apparently couldn't come up with a strong enough word to communicate how much he thought Elijah had cheated him. He then turned away from them and muttered under his breath an in angry tone. "Tu me prends pour un imbécile mon vieux ou quoi? "
"Yes," Selina replied and grabbed his throat. Elijah tried to restrain her, but then decided to let Selina defend her honor. "You are a fool, and you are a jerk for thinking that just because I'm dressed this way, I can't be who Elijah says I am."
"Prove it," Antoine replied in a strangled voice. Selina then turned to Elijah. "Can I?" She asked. "Is that all right?"
"If he needs proof, I guess it is," Elijah replied, his arms crossed, watching the confrontation with a smirk on his lips. "Although you don't need to prove anything, I won't stop you."
"All right," Selina replied. She hissed at him and began raking his chest with her nails, letting blood spurt all over her dress, before she bit his neck and sucked greedily. Finally, she stopped, letting the wide-eyed man go and force-feeding him some of her blood. "I'd show you more, but I don't want to kill you," Selina told him. "Do you believe me now?"
"Oui," Antoine replied, getting up and breathing hard. "Apologies, Madam," he said.
"Now that we're all friends, what do you say I leave you two alone to work on that the figure for the exhibit?" Elijah asked.
"All right," Selina nodded. "Works for me."
Selina told Elijah nothing of the model and diorama that Antoine was making of her until the unveiling of the exhibit.
"It's very artistic and frightening," Selina said as she and Elijah went into the museum where the display was front and center, hidden from audience view by a white sheet set up like a curtain.
"I think I'll like it then," Elijah replied. As the hour grew near, everyone gathered in front of the curtain and waited. Antoine eventually came on stage and greeted the crowd, calling Selina up so she could be recognized, her identity as Lonely Heart finally revealed to the world. After she assured everyone that she'd moved on from that persona, they all applauded, and Antoine pulled the curtain away, showing a scene that brought gasps from the crowed. It was a scene of a naked Selina approaching an old boyfriend and his lover in bed and brutally murdering them both, blood covering her pale skin. Her figure was very lifelike, to the point where Elijah, eyes wide, strode up to the exhibit and tried to hide it with the curtain. "All right, all right," he said, his cheeks a vivid scarlet. "Nothing to see here. Nothing at all." He then grabbed Selina and pulled her off the stage and out the door. "When were you planning on mentioning to me that you allowed Antoine to do a naked figure of you?" He asked. "How often did you pose like that for him?"
"I told you!" Selina replied. "I said it was a very artistic figure, and I thought artistic usually meant 'naked'. It's not my fault you didn't get the hint! And don't you yell at me on my birthday vacation!"
"Fine, I won't yell," Elijah replied through his teeth as they pulled out of the parking lot. "I will calmly say that we're leaving here because of that damn exhibit, and we sure as hell aren't ever coming back!"