"You know, you really should have thought about this before you went and had sex with Christopher," Ellie sighed as she drove her car up to the pharmacy. She got out and helped Hannah out of the backseat. "Come on. We have to get your birth control. And some condoms, too."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Hannah sighed. "You won't say anything to Mom and Dad about this, will you? I've already told Christopher that we won't be doing it again."

"I'm not an idiot," Ellie told her. "There's not a chance I'm mentioning it to Mom and Dad. You want Dad to have a heart attack when he finds out that both his daughters are having sex with men he can't stand?"

"Why are you so cranky?" Hannah asked as they made their way into the store. "How long has it been since you've had sex?"

"None of your business when," Ellie snapped. "That's how long. Instead of focusing on me, just focus on how lucky you are that you're not pregnant. That's really lucky."

Hannah rolled her eyes as they made their way into the pharmacy, then blushed bright red and looked down at her shoes as Ellie asked her to tell the pharmacist why they were there. Ellie knew they could have gotten the pills at the drug store, but she wanted to make sure that her sister learned to be more careful in the future.

Finally, Hannah took a deep breath, looked the lady on the other side of the counter in the eye, and said, "Could you give me some of those 'morning after' pills, please? I need them." She then waited to be mocked or taunted, but the woman just nodded and said, "All right," reaching behind the counter and grabbing a box, then putting it in a bag and giving Ellie the price. Ellie paid for the pills, grabbed a few boxes of condoms at Ellie's urging, and then they got in the car and headed back home.

"Are you happy that you had your chance to humiliate me?" Hannah huffed at her sister as they went into the house. "That's what all this is about, right? You're not getting any and are taking it out on me! Would you just go tell Luci that you want to go to bed with him already? I'm sure he'd be more than happy to let you."

"No, he won't," Ellie scoffed. "Not when he's so determined to be celibate until our wedding!" She watched Hannah stomp away, pills in hand. "And don't mention any of what you did to Dad or Mom!"

"What do you think I am, an idiot?" Hannah called back. "You don't have to tell me twice!"

After dealing with Hannah, Ellie took the twins and retreated to a small room that she'd begun using in secret for yoga as a way to make herself more limber for her honeymoon. She placed the babies on a small mat next to hers and then put the DVD on that she used, with the hope that as she worked on twisting herself like a pretzel, one or both of the twins would do something like try and crawl. She'd seen them try when they thought she wasn't looking. She knew it was coming.

But alas, they just stared at her mostly, except for when she was bent over backwards. Then they would roll onto their backs and stare at her upside down for a change of pace.

Finally, when the yoga program was over, she turned it off, then got down on her knees to rub the twins' bellies. "It's okay if you don't craw for me now," she assured them. "I can wait. It will happen." Then she looked up at the clock and realized it was time for their bottles, and everything went well until burping time when the burps ended up leaving tiny singe marks on the shoulders of the purple hoodie Ellie wore over her workout clothes.

"Are they crawling for you yet?" Dexter asked her with a grin as she put them in his care to go take a shower. "I've been telling them to."

"No!" Ellie shook her head in amazement. "Why is it that they do it for you and not for me?" She looked both babies right in the eyes. "You sneaky people!"

"I'll tell the boss you're in the shower if he comes back before you're done," Dexter assured her as she headed for the door.

"Thanks!" Ellie told him and gave him a salute. "I appreciate it, buddy."

"Oh, good golly!" Ellie cried and reached for a towel when she opened the shower door and saw Lucifer on the small bench by the tub. He was grinning widely at her.

"Why are you so shocked to see me?" He said. "Dexter told me that you knew I'd be in here."

"Oh, I know," Ellie nodded. "I just...I didn't expect to see you right outside the shower door. I mean, I would if you weren't on this stupid celibacy kick, but...do you mind if we end it? Can we? Please?"

"It's making you be mean to your sister so I suppose that for the sake of familial harmony, we can end it," Lucifer nodded. "I can be a big enough man to do that."

"Oh, like it's a big bother to you!" Ellie gave him a look.

"Yeah, you're right," Lucifer nodded. "It's not. It's a shame you've showered already. We could have had a good time."

"Well, it's not like I can only shower once," Ellie reminded him. "There'll be other times." She sat down next to him on the bench. "How was work?"

"Work was just work," he said, taking her face in his hands and kissing her. "I like being at home much better."

"Good," Ellie grinned. "I'm glad to hear that." She paused. "Have the twins crawled for you too? I tried to get them to do it for me, but they won't, and Dexter says they do it for him."

"No, I haven't seen that yet," Lucifer shook his head. "I'm just as much in the dark about that as you are." He then noticed the singe marks on the shoulders of her hoodie. "Did the twins set you on fire?" He asked, his eyes widening as he swept her into his arms. "Are you okay?"

"It was okay," Ellie assured him in a muffled voice because her face was squished against his chest. "Just little burps and small sparks is all. Nothing to worry about."

"But fire can kill you!" Lucifer cried. "I wouldn't want you to die! Especially when I wasn't at home to prevent it!"

He looked so stricken that she gave him a smile and whispered in his ear, "I love you too." And this time when she said it, she really and truly meant it as he took her in his arms and carried her to bed, setting her down on the mattress so she could watch him undress, then joining her in bed and helping her off with the towel as they held each other close and made love until they both found it hard to catch a breath and collapsed side by side under their blankets.

After Hannah had rejected him, Christopher took to his room again and refused to leave. He wouldn't take his meals and when Ellie and Lucifer tried to talk to him, he wouldn't let them in. He wouldn't even let Lucifer take him out drinking again.

"What should we do?" Ellie asked. "We have to get him to eat somehow. We can't just let him starve. What would we tell his mother?"

"Well if he won't let us in to help him, then what should we do?" Lucifer asked. "Hannah's probably the only one he'd let in."

"And we're not sending her if she doesn't want to go," Ellie said firmly. They lapsed into silence and tried to think of what to do. Then Lucifer snapped his fingers. "I've got it! What if we send Dexter? He's nice enough that he can get anyone to talk."

"I think we could try it," Ellie nodded. She then headed to the twins' room where Dexter was playing with them. "Would you mind trying to talk to Christopher?" She requested. "He won't talk to us and he's not eating, and I'm very concerned."

"Sure," Dexter nodded and stood up with Valerie in his arms. "I don't know if it'll work, but I can try."

They walked to his room and knocked on his door.

"Unless you're Hannah, you're not coming in!" Christopher called. "All I want to hear is Hannah's apology!"

"I'm sure we can work something out," Dexter told him after making his way inside. "Want me to help you come up with a plan to get her to talk to you again?"

"No!" Christopher shook his head. "She's rejected me! I'm not gonna crawl back to her and beg her to start talking to me again! If you want to help me fix us, you should be telling her to beg me for my forgiveness!"

"Well, frankly, I don't think that's gonna happen at this point," Dexter said. "And staying in here until it does is just a big waste of time. And besides, if she sees you suffering like this, that's kind of like telling her that she's won, isn't it?"

"Hey, you're right!" Christopher jumped to his feet. "You know, I never thought of it that way. I'm gonna leave this room and show her just what she's missing out on!"

"Good!" Dexter replied. "We'll get you a shower and some new clothes and then we'll go from there."

"It's okay," Christopher told him. "I can do that stuff myself. You don't have to help me. Just go find Hannah and throw the fact that I don't care about her in her face, okay?"

"All right," Dexter sighed. "Not what I had in mind, but all right." He sighed as he left the room and went to talk to Lucifer and Ellie instead of Hannah, as Christopher had requested.

"Did you get through to him?" Ellie asked. "Is he gonna come out and eat something?"

"Oh, yes," Dexter nodded. "I got him to do that, all right. He also has it in his head that coming out will prove to Hannah that her rejection didn't affect him."

"Well, I think it's a bit late for him to try and show that now," Lucifer told Dexter. "It's clear that what Hannah did had an effect on him."

"Yes, but for the sake of everyone's sanity, we're gonna play along and pretend that it didn't," Ellie said firmly. "Otherwise, he'll just go in his room again and never come out."

She then made her way to her sister's room. Hannah hadn't locked herself away, and was looking through her closet to find something to wear out that night. "Would you mind staying in tonight?" Ellie asked.

"Do I have to?" Hannah questioned. "If I knew that my only option for the evening was to just stay home, I wouldn't have come over here. Lucifer gave me the address of this great club that he's thinking of rebuilding and he wanted me to go check it out."

"Maybe you could take Christopher with you!" Ellie suggested. "That would be fun, right? No likes to go clubbing on their own. And you don't have a lot of friends yet, so I think you should take him."

"I thought he was throwing a fit about how I don't like him the way he wants and staying in his room," Hannah remarked. "So what's the point?"

"He's decided to come out," Ellie replied. "Please take him."

"I don't want to be his babysitter," Hannah huffed. "That already got me in trouble once, something you were not shy to point out. I don't know why you want to risk a repeat."

"I'm asking specifically because I know there won't be a repeat," Ellie said. "Take him with you, have a good night...and I'll owe you one."

"Damn right you will," Hannah nodded. "I deserve more in life than being a baby-sitter for a psycho demon. Even if, when he's sane, he's a good looking one."

"See?" Ellie grinned. "You think he's good-looking. A perfect reason to take him out."

"You're not just gonna let me do this alone, are you?" Hannah narrowed her eyes.

"No," Ellie shook her head. "Take him. I insist."

Hannah rolled her eyes, grabbed an outfit, got dressed, and then went in search of Christopher, who was, of course, stuffing his face.

"Hey," Hannah told him. "Ellie says I have to take you to a club with me. Let's go."

Christopher stared cluelessly at her, his face bulging with food, before he finally swallowed. "You're asking me to go on a date with you?" He asked. "Well, I wouldn't go on a date with you if someone paid me to. Or you begged me."

"This is not a date!" Hannah insisted. "Ellie thinks you need to get out of the house and I'm the way you're doing it. And don't flatter yourself. I'm not thrilled about it, either. Now let's just go and get this over with."

"So how is it?" Lucifer asked Hannah over the phone as she and Christopher made their way into and through the abandoned Underground club. "Does it look like a place worth saving?"

"Sure," Hannah nodded, looking around after she got the lights switched on. They'd gotten in with the key Lucifer had gotten from Dorian, who was very pleased that the club might be opening again. It was still very neatly decorated and all in one piece. All that was missing was the crowds. "I think you could do something with it. Come down and have a look yourself."

"All right," Lucifer told her. "I will. Thank you, Hannah."

"You're welcome," Hannah told him, just as Christopher made his way to the stereo. "Wanna dance?" He shouted over the pulsing music.

"I don't know!" Hannah shouted. "Do you know how or will you just crush my toes?"

"I don't know," Christopher grinned. "But there's a first time for everything, isn't there?" He began to dance in an awkward fashion, completely ignoring the rhythm of the song. Hannah was embarrassed at first and looked away from him, but then realized how much fun he was having and decided to get up and dance with him.

"You don't even need a drink first?" He asked. "That surprises me."

"I'm not drinking around you," Hannah told him. "That's a risk I don't want to take."

"Cause you think that if your inhibitions are down, you'll just be so overwhelmed by how attractive I am that we'll have another romantic encounter?" Christopher grinned and reached out for her hand. "Come on. You had fun with me. Admit it."

"It was...it was okay, considering that I had to do it," Hannah admitted. "It wasn't horrible." She then gave him a smile and let him take her hand, bringing her into a graceful twirl, ending with him holding her tight against his body. It felt good. Not that Hannah would ever tell him that. Or maybe she would. But not yet, that was for sure. It was too early.

But she let him have one dance, trying not to show that she was enjoying herself too much, and then after that, he said, "Wanna have that drink now?"

"All right," Hannah nodded. "But just a little one. I'm not much of a drinker."

"I can do that," Christopher nodded, looking for a small glass and something sweet, like kahlua. He found it and gave it to her, then took a beer for himself. "Cheers?" He asked her and held his bottle out.

"Cheers," Hannah replied, clinking his bottle, quickly looking away from him and focusing on her drink instead.

"I don't need anything fancy," Maeve said as she walked into a bar and sat down. "Just a double shot of whiskey will do."

"All right," the bartender grinned. "I like you. That's what I like myself, especially after a long week."

"I agree," Maeve remarked. "You would not believe the sort of people I have to work with. My boss's fiancee just asked me to be a bridesmaid at her wedding."

"What's the problem with that?" asked the bartender as she pushed the drink toward her. "I thought people liked weddings."

"Not me," Maeve shuddered. "Not really my thing." She took the glass. "Thanks for my drink." She then spun around just in time to see Junior walk through the bar door with a dark-haired, dark-eyed woman on his arm.

He asked his date to sit down and approached the bar, and greeted the bartender by name.

"Hi, Roxie," he said with a smile. "Any news about the Underground re-opening?"

"Nothing yet, but I hope we can get it rebuilt soon. I liked working there better than at a tiny bar like this. Do you want your usual, Sean?" Roxie asked. "I'll give you an extra shot of something if you tell me who your friend is."

"How do you two know each other?" Maeve asked. "You've been with her, Sean?"

"No," Junior spat. "She's my great-great aunt, or something like that, if you must know. Not that I owe you any explanation."

"And what about your date?" Maeve pressed. "Looks kind of familiar. Kind of looks like Eleanor's mom. You're not trying to get back together with Eleanor's mom, are you? No, that wouldn't work. So you're dating similar-looking women as a way to pretend." She chuckled. "That's pathetic. Could you be any more of a loser?"

"Would you keep your voice down?" Junior asked irritably. "And no, that is not why I'm with her. Haven't you heard of a 'type'?"

"Yes," Maeve nodded. "And your type is creepy because it's women that look like your ex." She then hopped off the stool and headed over to the table where Junior's date was sitting as he tried futilely to hold her back.

"Hi," she said to the woman and took a seat next to her. "I'm Maeve. What's your name?"

"Shelly," the woman replied with a smile.

"Well, Shelly, how long have you known Sean here?" Maeve questioned.

"Not long," Shelly shrugged. "We met at a party thrown by friends last night and this is our first official date."

Maeve turned to glare at Junior. "Your first official date with this woman is at a bar?" She elbowed him in the gut. "Nice work."

"Hey!" Junior cried. "That is none of your business!"

Maeve then turned back to Shelly. "Did he tell you that you resemble his old girlfriend that he's still in love with?"

"No," Shelly shook her head. "He didn't mention that."

"Well, it's true," Maeve replied. "You look like his old girlfriend and that's why he asked you out. You deserve better. Go find it."

"Hey!" Junior complained as Shelly left the bar. "What the hell did you do that for?" He paused. "Is this some really terrible way of saying you want me for yourself? Cause really, finding a demon or a guy like Lucifer would be better for you."

Maeve chuckled and straddled him. "Oh, I'm not really a relationship person," she said, enjoying the look of arousal and horror on his face as she ran the back of her hand down his cheek. "I'm just in it for the sex. You know how that feels, right?"

"Yeah, I..." Junior said. "I do. I like it."

"That figures," Maeve replied. "I knew that's what you would say." She looked around with a grin on her face as people stared. "Everyone's watching us," she told him."Wanna really give them something to remember?"

He let her kiss him and then squirmed out of the reach of her hands. "No, no, not here," he shook his head. "I prefer to do it in private."

"Okay," Maeve sighed and rolled her eyes. "It's not as much fun, but it's something, I guess."

"What do you mean," Junior chuckled. "Are you saying you actually want to have sex with me?"

"Well, ordinarily, I wouldn't, cause 'conventionally attractive but horny weasel' is not my type," Maeve replied as she got off of him and ran a finger down his arm. "But lucky for you, I'm in kind of a dry spell and desperate. If it's you or nothing, I'll take you."

"Not the most gracious offer I've ever had, but you did ask first, and despite your extremely unpleasant personality, I find you attractive too," Junior told her. "So let's get to my bed and do this!"

"Just a minute now," Maeve stopped him, a contract appearing out of thin air, a bunch of fancy writing on it that he had to squint to read. "Let's make this official so you don't do anything like tell people we're seeing each other. I can just see you bragging to your friends that you're with someone as good-looking as me."

"Oh, you'd do the same about me," Junior told her. "Come on, I know it."

"I can have anyone I want," Maeve told him. "The only reason why I'm giving you a glance is because your here and I'm desperate. No human really meets my criteria. Now, read the damn contract and sign it so we can get on with this."

"This isn't some trick you're in on with your boss, is it?" He asked, hesitating with his pen on the parchment. "This isn't his way of getting revenge for my past wrongs against Ellie by getting you to sell him my soul so he can torture me forever."

"No," Maeve shook her head. "As much as you deserve that, this deal is all mine. On my honor, he has nothing to do with it."

"Well, all right, then," Junior replied as he read it over. "I will not tell anyone about this, I will not ask you for more than sex, I will not use you as a food source, I will not make you use missionary pose, I will always let you be on top-" He paused and turned to her. "Wait a minute. I'm not going to agree to that!"

"Fine," Maeve replied, nibbling on his ear. "But it's your loss. Take it all or leave it all." She began walking away and gave her bottom a shake as she did so.

"Oh, damn!" Junior swore, running his fingers through his hair and just knowing he was going to regret this. "Okay, okay! I'll sign the damn contract!"

"Good," Maeve smiled to herself and handed him the paper back. "You just might have some brains in your head after all." She reached out and cupped his crotch. "Or maybe it's not your brains that wanted you to sign the contract after all, huh?" She chuckled. "You don't have to answer that. We both know." She watched him sign the contract and then, took it once he made his last flourish, folding it up after the ink dried and putting it in a folder on the front seat.

"Let's go to your house," she told him. "We'd be interrupted at mine. I hope you have a big, roomy bed."

"Oh, I do," Junior told her as he started the car. "Don't worry."

The next day, just as Lucifer was making plans for re-opening the Underground because of how promising Hannah had made it sound, he was interrupted by a knock on his door. He looked up to see a brunette with big blue eyes he'd never seen, but who looked vaguely familiar, standing in the doorway for a second or two before striding up to his desk.

"I have something I want to say to you," she demanded. "And I don't care if you're the devil, you're gonna listen to me and listen good! Before you made all the demons go back to hell, Dorian ran a club called the Underground. It was a really fun place to work and I made good money. So did my husband. I was the bartender/manager and he did all the repair work and was a bartender part time.

"When you shut it down, I had to take boring jobs at boring bars. No place was ever as fun as the Underground. We're not counting the place that I was in charge of cause that wouldn't be fair. My point is, you better open up the Underground again, or you will pay and pay big, Mister."

"Are you done?" Lucifer asked. "Usually when people come barging into my office and talk to me the way you did, they don't get as far as you did. And it's only because you're vaguely familiar to me that I don't want to kill you."

"Well, I'm done," Roxie told him. "Spoke my piece. Just wanted to give you something to think about. Have a good day." She then turned on her heel and strode out of the office without another word, and just when Lucifer had settled down to work on the plans again, he was interrupted.

"What is it now?" He growled. "If it's not urgent, go away or I'll kill you!"

He looked up and saw Selina. "What?"

"I just wondered what my daughter wanted," Selina asked. "Did she talk to you about opening the Underground again? She really loves that place."

This simple pronouncement made Lucifer freeze. No. It couldn't be. But already, his mind was drifting back, to a time and a bad, callous deed he thought he'd never have to think about again...

"This is so great, isn't it?" Sera asked him as she grinned at Lucifer from the other side of the mattress. "Three times you've gone to bed with me! I thought you told me you didn't like to mix business with pleasure!"

"Well, darling," he grinned at her. "Pleasure is my business. Don't forget about that."

"Oh, you're so funny!" Sera grinned and gave a yawn. "Damn!" She cried as she looked at the clock on the bedside table. "Nearly three in the morning and I gotta be to work at eight."

"Well, damn," Lucifer clicked his teeth. "What a shame!"

"We should do this again, huh?" Sera questioned. "See you tomorrow night? I'll keep your half of the bed warm for ya! And if you're nice to me, I'll even make you dinner. And breakfast! I'm a pretty good cook, you know."

"Right," Lucifer nodded and gave her a forced grin. She was radiating desperation now. It was terribly unattractive. If he went out with her again, her hooks would be in him and he would never break free.

That was when he came to a decision as Dexter drove him back to his house.

"I'm gonna end things with her," he told him. "She's getting too close! It's uncomfortable for me! No wonder all those men want to leave her!"

"And how is your leaving her going to help?" Dexter questioned. "You know what she's been through in her life. You know why she's like this. Don't be part of the problem."

"Oh, now you're trying to make me feel guilty," Lucifer sighed. "If it makes you feel better, I'm not planning on killing her."

"That's a step up," Dexter told him. "What do you plan on doing instead?"

"I'm just gonna make her forget we were ever together," Lucifer told him. "My powers can do that."

"And what if she ends up expecting your child?" Dexter asked. "If you're not going to kill her, that could very well be possible."

"Do you want me to kill her, or not?" Lucifer asked. "Make up your mind!"

"Well, I don't want you to," Dexter snapped. "It's a terrible practice. But I don't want some poor girl roaming around with a child she can't handle because you want to shirk your responsibilities."

"I just wanted to have a little fun, Dexter!" Lucifer whined. "I wanted to see what all the other guys liked. It didn't occur to me that I would see exactly what they're running away from! And she won't get pregnant! She's a vampire! She can't!

He did the spell on her. She completely forgot their relationship...and then the next day, he heard from Hazel that Selina would be able to be pregnant in spite of her vampirism. He'd shrugged it off then, but now...

"Are you listening to me?" Selina cried. "What did you say to my daughter?"

"I've actually been making plans to fix the Underground and open it again myself," Lucifer told her, his eyes wide. "Tell her that I'm doing that. I promise! I won't let her down!"

"Okay, good!" Selina nodded. "What's wrong with you? Why do you look so terrified?"

Damn Eleanor for giving him a conscience!

"We were together in the twenties after I made the deal with you," he blurted out, his words tumbling over each other. "I did it more with you than with other people, but then you got needy and I decided to end things, but I liked you so I didn't want to kill you. I made you forget our relationship instead. Then you got pregnant and you had my daughter but you couldn't say anything cause I ran away like a coward, but when I saw her stride in the room today...I'm sorry. I'm just really sorry!"

Selina's jaw dropped. For a second, she was confused. She opened her mouth to correct him, that Roxie was not, in fact, his daughter. But then, the impact of his words hit her hard. He'd ditched her. Like all the other men in the twenties had done. He'd taken what he'd wanted from her and abandoned her once he'd had it. What a jerk! She couldn't kill him, but...she could get her revenge another way. Something much more painful. "May I leave early today?" She asked sweetly.

"Yes," Lucifer nodded, still overcome with guilt and unable to meet her eyes. "Take off the rest of the damn day if you want!"

"All right," Selina nodded with a wide grin. She then got in her pink bug and drove to the bar where Roxie worked and got a drink. "I have a plan that is wicked, spiteful, and dishonest. But to carry it out, I'm gonna need your help," she told Roxie. "Are you in?"

"Yeah!" Roxie grinned. "I didn't think you were into spiteful, wicked, dishonest plans! I thought those went out with Lonely Heart."

"Well, Lonely Heart's temporarily back in business," Selina grinned.

"Who are we gonna kill?" Roxie grinned, rubbing her hands. She'd always wanted to be part of a Lonely Heart plan.

"We're not gonna kill anybody," Selina told her. "We can't. This is more psychological torture. Lucifer is planning on re-opening the Underground. And if he ever runs into you and mentions something about being your father and being sorry that he's let you down all these years, go along with it, okay?"

"Why?" Roxie asked.

"Why does it matter?" Selina questioned. "Just do it!"

"Okay," Roxie nodded, a little surprised by how pushy her mother was being but a bit frightened to point it out. "I will."

"Thanks," Selina grinned. "Gin," she requested. "On the rocks."