"Hey!" Freya cried as she knocked on the door of the room where she was still imprisoned. "I don't know how long I've been in here, but I demand that you let me out right now!"

"I don't plan to let you out," John called from the other side of the door. "I plan to come in."

"Oh?" Freya asked and stood against the door, blocking it with her body. "Why would you want to do that? If it's to take your manly privileges, I don't think I'd like that."

"Yes you would," He told her as the door burst open and Freya tumbled to the floor. He got down on his knees beside her and flipped her over to her back, leaning down to kiss her. "Don't lie," he said, making a tsk-ing sound. "It's not becoming."

"I don't care what's becoming or not," Freya replied and spit in his face before he pulled her to himself and kissed her hard. Then she bit him, greedily sucking blood from his neck and giving a mental chuckle when she heard his groan of pain. It was nice to know that she could still make him hurt. It made this whole situation a bit more bearable.

As Freya and John battled with each other in the living room, a knock on the front door made them pause. "Who the hell is that?" Freya asked, taking advantage of his distracted attention to slap him in the face.

"I don't know who it is," John told her, putting a hand to his cheek. "I hope that it isn't anyone you called to come and rescue you."

"Why would I want to be rescued by people I want dead?" Freya asked.

"You obviously care for some of them or you wouldn't still be talking to your father, would you?" John asked. "Maybe it was a fluke and if we don't answer, they'll go away."

But the doorbell kept ringing in a very insistent and annoying way that made John think that Edele was on the other end, trying to spoil his good time. He growled in frustration and got up to answer it after covering himself up with a blanket and ordering Freya to hide, which of course she didn't do, although she did cover herself up too. "What?" He asked irritably.

"Well, hello to you too, Father," replied Molly, who stared at him from the step, her arms crossed.

"Molly!" He said in surprise, his expression brightening a little. "This is nice. I thought it was your mother, but you're a much better house guest."

"Thanks, but…" she looked around him and saw Freya. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Oh, you're not," Freya told her quickly. "We were just finishing." She then scampered away before John could get any more ideas.

John, however, was focused on other things now and pleased to see her go. "So…" he told Molly, "What brings you here? Have you finally decided to be loyal to the right family?"

"Well, I wouldn't put it that way, necessarily," Molly replied and sat down on the sofa. "It's just that things have been sort of weird at home lately. Every time I've gone there to visit and have a conversation with Kai, he just…he doesn't act the same. He's cold and he's mean. Mom might be able to handle that, but I don't know if I can."

"And do you want to know why that is?" John asked, sighing dramatically and moving closer to her so he could put his arms around her in a hug.

"Why?" Molly asked. "How do you know? Do you have something to do with it?"

"Well, yes," John nodded.

"Did you mess him up just so I would come over here and be nice to you?" Molly asked, pushing him away and standing up before baring her teeth. "You better not have!"

"Oh, I didn't do it for the reason you're thinking," John assured her. "I did it because he asked me to. Well, in a way. I'd tell you more, but I think it would just hurt you, so I'll keep quiet."

"No, tell me!" Molly insisted and sat down next to him again. "I can handle the reason."

"Apparently, you and your brother aren't enough for him," John replied sadly. "Since you know, you're not technically their children, your father came and asked me to put a spell on him that would make him and your mother able to conceive again. His attitude is just one of the side effects of that spell."

"Is that so?" Molly asked. Though part of her figured he was only telling her this to try and to start trouble, another part of her wondered if there was some truth to it.

"Yes," John sighed. "I'm afraid it is. But when Kai and Victoria are so focused on their new child that they forget all about you, you know you'll always have a home here with me, right?"

Molly nodded. "Even though coming here could very well be the worst choice I make, I do know that, and in its own way, it's oddly comforting."

"Thank you, I think," John replied. "Want me to have Freya make you up a room?"

"No, thanks," Molly shook her head. "I'm not that desperate yet. I just came over here to put the word out."

"You don't have to lie. You can be honest with me," John told her. "Did Edele send you to spy?"

"No," Molly shook her head. "I don't even go near her unless I absolutely have to. I don't recall when it was that I saw her last. But if you do see her, be sure to tell her that you screwed Daddy up more than she ever did. I'm sure she'll be glad to know."

"I didn't screw him up if that's what he asked for!" John called after her. "If he chose to be that way, it's not my fault!"

He watched her go and shut the door just as Freya came down stairs wearing nothing but a pair of red high heels. "What was all the shouting about?" She asked him, twisting her hair, her lower lip jutting out. "Bad day?" She took his hand and began kissing his fingers.

"No," John shook his head and pushed his dark hair back. "No, we're good."

"Who was that girl?" Freya wanted to know. "She's not gonna be competition, is she? If you're gonna kidnap me and choose me to be the one to bear your children, the least you could do is let me be the only one."

"Oh, no, no, no," John shook his head and took her face in his hands. "You're the only one, I promise. Molly's no threat to you." He kissed her and moved his hands down her sides and over her hips before cupping them around her bare bottom.

Then she reached out and undid his zipper, which made him break the kiss and grin. "No," he whispered. "Not here. In my own way, I'm a gentleman, so I'm not going to conceive our child while holding you up against a wall like a man taking a turn with a whore."

"How generous of you," Freya whispered dryly as he pulled her along to his room and ordered her onto his bed. He zapped off his clothes and went to join her, and as he'd told her, he didn't do much in terms of foreplay before burying himself inside her over and over again and grinning when, sweating and exhausted, she begged him to let her have a rest.

"I really should," he nodded, a smile dancing on his lips. "You'll soon find that our child is on the way. You'll need all the rest you can get."

"Oh, bullshit!" Freya cried. "It will take more than just the one time! I know you think a lot of yourself but this is a whole new level of self-absorption, isn't it?"

"No," he said and got out of bed. "And soon, you'll see that." He then dressed quickly and left her panting alone on the bed and wondering if he was lying or not.

"Adrian!" Amy cried as he strode into the house looking perturbed. "What's happened?"

"Is Dad here?" He asked. "I need to talk to him."

"Of course!" Amy nodded. "But he and Lucien have locked themselves away, so it might take some time to get his attention. Can I help?"

"Sure," Adrian nodded. "Now, this might be nothing to worry about, and I want to think that it is, but…I believe Molly's gone rogue."

"What?" Amy asked. "You mean you think she's up to something? Why would she be?"

"Well, apparently, Kai's gone evil and it's had a bad effect on her. Maybe they're lacking closeness or something. I don't know. She's always been the twin that would be more likely to want to get to know her birth parents, but now, with Kai out of commission, she just might be willing to do it."

"And what do you think that means for you?" Amy asked.

"Nothing, I hope," Adrian replied. "But I guess if I have to fight back, I will." He then went looking for his father to break the news about Molly to him.

"Well, damn, I'm sorry," Klaus replied and put a hand on his shoulder. "I thought things were going so well between you and Molly."

"I thought they were too, but you know my luck," Adrian replied. "If I can't even keep someone from going over to the dark side, what good am I?"

"Oh, my god he's wallowing," Lucien said. "Look at that, Klausy. Your son's a wallower. I would have thought that someone descended from you would deal with disappointment and anger in a better way, but-" He was cut off as Adrian reached out and grabbed him by the throat, squeezing and squeezing until it broke.

"You mean like that?" Adrian asked after dropping him to the floor. "Was that a tough enough reaction for you?"

Klaus chuckled as Lucien got to his feet. "You started it," he said. "I hope you're proud of yourself."

"Well, just so you know, if anyone should know that you're not a complete screw up, it's me," Lucien told Adrian when he could speak again. "I mean, sure you fucked Felicity up for a long time, but she's getting better. And…I suppose it was somewhat because of you, wasn't it?"

"Yeah," Adrian nodded. "I guess it was. You're still treating her well, right? If I asked her, that's what she'd say?"

"Of course!" Lucien nodded. "If that wasn't the case, she'd be long gone now, wouldn't she? She's not an idiot."

"Yeah," Adrian conceded, "I guess you're right." He then turned to his father. "What do you want to do about Molly?"

"Well, you know my methods," Klaus told him. "Are you positive that it's necessary to use them?"

"No," Adrian sighed. "Not yet. I should probably talk to her first, shouldn't I?"

"If you love her, yes, you should," Klaus nodded. "But, I will also prepare myself to question her if need be."

"Good," Adrian nodded and then started to make his way out of the room. "Thanks, Dad."

"You're welcome, son," Klaus told him.

That night, Jill bolted up in bed and screamed so loudly that Percy, Malachai, and Helene all came running to her room and sat down with her on her bed.

"What's the matter?" Helene asked.

"I had a vision!" She burst out, her blue eyes wide with fright. "I mean, it was so horrible that I hope it was just a bad dream but I'm pretty sure it was a vision."

"Well, what happened?" Percy asked, putting his arms around her. "Tell us, please?"

"There…there was a boy," she began as Helene pushed some of her blonde hair that was tousled from sleep out of her eyes. "There was a boy with blonde hair and blue eyes and he…he was walking through fire! Then he waved his hand and the sun disappeared and everything was dark. It was just this endless night all over the place. And then, he just…he laughed and laughed over and over. It was like breaking glass! It was awful." She buried her head in Percy's shoulder. "If I shut my eyes I can still hear it. That and the wild barking dogs he had with the sharp teeth." She looked up. "But that's ridiculous, isn't it? That can't happen."

"No," Helene shook her head. "Of course not. Why don't we go get you some tea to help relax you?"

"And then you can come and sleep in my room," Percy offered. "You probably don't want to be alone after a dream like that."

"No," Jill shuddered as they all moved to the kitchen together. "No, I really don't."