Ellie growled in frustration as she thought about Amy and Stevie being alone in a hotel room together. The woman had cheated on her boy! She didn't deserve him! And why Stevie had even asked her to marry him, knowing all that she'd done...it just didn't make any sense! She was just stringing him along now.

He deserved better and Amy deserved to be with the man she chose. And if Ellie herself had to help them along, then so be it. She picked up her phone and called Klaus, an evil idea creeping into her mind.

"Hello?"

"Klaus, it's Ellie," she told him. "I bet you're wondering about Amy, aren't you?"

"Yes," Klaus confirmed. "Where did your husband send her? I offered to have her stay with me, but she refused and he wouldn't push her."

"Of course not," Ellie agreed. "But I happen to know where they're staying. And I'm in the mood to tell you."

"Why?" Klaus asked. "Why would you do this for me?"

"Because...because Amy was unfaithful to my son and I think you and she are a much better match anyway," Ellie said. "Now, do you want the hotel address or not?"

"Yes!" Klaus exclaimed. "Just hold on a minute while I get a pencil and paper..."

So Ellie waited impatiently, and then when Klaus returned, without a second thought, she gave him both the address to the hotel and the number of the room where Stevie and Amy would be staying.

"And don't just barge in there," she told him. "You'll never get her that way. Think of a clever disguise."

"What do you think I am, an idiot?" Klaus asked. "Of course I won't just barge in there!"

"Yes, you would," Ellie told him. "You're just as impulsive as my husband is."

There was a long silence before Klaus spoke again. "Oh, all right, I suppose you have a point. But I'll think of a clever disguise, I promise. I cause I want to be with Amy as much as you don't want her to be with Stevie."

"I knew I could count on you," Ellie told him. "Good luck."

"I don't need it," Klaus told her. "But thanks anyway." Then they ended the call and Klaus began thinking of what he would do to get himself into Amy's room once he got to the hotel.

"Well, this is nice," Amy said as she and Stevie made their way into the hotel room that Lucifer was paying for. "But your father really didn't have to. I could have paid for my own room." She paused and noticed that there was only one king sized bed. "...And maybe I should have."

"Don't worry about it, I'll sleep on the floor if you're uncomfortable," Stevie offered. "Or take a chair or something."

"Don't be silly," Amy sighed. "It's big. We might not even bump into each other."

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"That's probably our bags," Amy said. "I'll get it."

It was then that she opened the door and found herself face to face with a luggage cart and heard an unusually pitched voice with an odd accent say "Bags for Amy Burke and Stevie Morningstar?"

"Yes," Amy answered. "That's us!"

Then she got a good look at the bellhop...the curly blond hair and deep blue eyes under his cap. As she reached for her bags, he grabbed her wrist and Amy whispered angrily, "Klaus, what are you doing here?"

"I am here to rescue you," Klaus told her and pulled her out of the room.

As a cover, Amy called, "I'm going to get some ice. I think I saw a fancy bottle of something by the sink!"

"Oh, really?" Klaus grinned, going into the room before Amy could say anything else and grabbing it as Stevie looked on, open mouthed. "Thank you for the suggestion," he told her. "I forgot glasses, but you'll zap some up along with the ice, right?" Then he paused. "What am I doing? You're pregnant. You can't drink this!"

"And you're not gonna drink it either!" Stevie cried as they both turned around and Amy pushed herself out of his grip. "Give me the bottle, Klaus. And I'm sure Amy doesn't want you pestering her." He paused. "Do you, Amy?"

"No," Amy said primly and strode back to Stevie. "I don't even know how he got here."

"Your mother was kind enough to tell me where you two were," Klaus told Stevie as he circled him like a hawk. "She seems to think that Amy is a whore and you can do better." He then let out a grunt as Stevie punched him hard in the nose.

"Don't you talk like that about her!" Stevie cried. "Take it back!"

"I don't believe she's one!" Klaus defended himself as blood dripped from his nose. "I'm just saying what your mother said."

Amy kicked him then. "And why would you mention that specifically?" She spat. "To make me happy? I don't care if it's not what you think! It's mean and you shouldn't have said it!"

"Step back or I'll break this bottle and shove it right in your face!" Stevie warned, advancing on his rival as Amy watched, feeling special in spite of herself. Klaus would fight anyone for her. It was kind of thrilling if she had to be honest...even if she wasn't in the mood at all to reciprocate his feelings.

Klaus cracked his knuckles and didn't move an inch, his teeth bared. "I'd like to see you try and shove that bottle in my face!" He urged. "And even if you were able to do it, you know it wouldn't cause me any real damage. So if that's what you want, why even try?"

It was then that Stevie took a swing at him, but Klaus ducked. His nose had healed by now and he quickly gave Stevie the same injury, which caused Amy to wince because it looked really painful.

"If you absolutely feel you have to engage in this sort of fighting, let's get out of the hallway, at least," she said. "People are going to be disturbed if you do it out here."

"Of course," Klaus agreed. "You know I don't like to make a scene." They plodded into the room in silence, but once the hotel door was closed, punches flew again. Windows were smashed, lamps were broken, and furniture was upended. It was only when Stevie got the bottle in his face that Amy stopped everything.

"That's enough!" She cried. "At first I was okay with this ridiculousness because for some sick reason, being fought over gives me a strange feeling of value, but now that everything is broken and Stevie got a bottle in his face, it's all going to stop!"

"Right!" Klaus nodded. "And you're going to come with me." He began to pull on her arm, but Amy pulled herself away and gave him a slap. "No!" She remonstrated. "I'm not going anywhere with you, Klaus!" She told him. "Not now, not ever again!"

"I'm not having my child raised by another man!" Klaus told her, his nostrils flaring.

"That's not something you have to worry about, cause this baby in here," she patted her belly. "It's not yours! I told you that! Why can't you listen!"

"Cause you're lying!" Klaus told her. "I know you are!"

"Even if I was, I'm still marrying Stevie and not you, so you can just leave!" Amy zapped the door open and pointed. "It doesn't matter whose baby it is. I've made my choice and it's Stevie, and he and I are going to get married." She looked Klaus in the eye as he fumed and a growl began to rise in his throat. "Please go now."

Stevie then grinned and blew a raspberry at him.

"Stop that!" Amy ordered and sighed deeply. "You two are a couple of children, you know that? It's like I'm gonna be raising three babies and not just one."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Stevie asked, offended. "I mean, he's gonna be out of your life, so that would make two babies, and I'm gonna stop acting like this once he leaves, so you're still left with one."

"What does that even matter?" Amy snapped. "It's not the point! Just everyone stop fighting! It's starting to piss me off!"

"You wanna get away from the fighting?" Klaus asked, then picked her up and kissing her soundly. "I can do it. I'll take us some place nice and quiet."

"No!" Amy struggled. "No, no, no!"

Stevie got up to rescue her, then tripped on a lamp cord and hit his head so hard against the wall that he went still, his eyes closed and blood gashing from a wound in his head.

"Stevie?" Amy yelled. "Stevie!"

She was terrified that Klaus was gonna carry her off to a house in the middle of nowhere or something but instead he just went to the hotel room next door, kicked the door down, and ordered the people who were in there already to leave. They were so terrified of him that they actually did it, running off without another word. Klaus held on to Amy said, "Love, would you please zap the door back on this room?"

"Why don't you put it back yourself?" Amy told him. "You're strong enough and I'm not cleaning up your messes for you." She paused. "You don't want to let go of me because you're afraid I'll run off if you do. How creepy is that?"

"No, that is not it at all!" Klaus protested. "With Stevie unconscious, who will look out for your safety?"

"I am a grown woman and I am perfectly capable of looking out for myself, thank you!" Amy spat. "I don't need some burly beast putting me over his shoulder and taking me away!"

"We don't have to go anywhere else," he murmured and set her down on the bed. "We're already in a bedroom. Why don't we just stay here?" He peered into her eyes for a minute, their faces getting closer and closer until they were kissing each other wildly again, their fingers threading through each other's hair as Klaus pulled Amy close.

She let this go on until she felt his hand cup her boob and squeeze, then she kneed him in the groin, stepped on his foot, and then, without so much as an apology, ran out of the room as fast as she could without another word.

"...it was so nice of you to help me feed the horses this morning," Elijah told Selina as he carried her into the house after they got back from a picnic by the lake. "You didn't have to. You could have slept in."

"Oh, I could have, but you know me," Selina shrugged as he put her on her feet. "I like to feel useful, however I can." She paused. "Oh, and Christine will be along later to give the horses their exercise."

"That was so nice of you to offer her the job until after the baby's born," Elijah told Selina. "I know things are still a bit weird between you two and they might always be, but it's wonderful to see her more often and she really knows what she's doing."

"She'd have to in order to be helpful at Daddy's ranch," Selina replied. "And she even refused money to do it. All I have to do is make her a cherry pie."

They then sat down and had a drink, both spitting it out on the table as Klaus barged in uninvited.

"I don't care what you say," he yelled. "Amy is mine, and her baby is mine!"

"You didn't give us a chance to say anything," Elijah told him. "You just barged in here without provocation."

"Do you need to talk?" Selina asked. "Sit down, I'll get you some pie, Klaus."

"Don't offer him pie!" Elijah cried. "People who barge in here uninvited shouldn't get pie! If you feed him, he'll just keep coming back!"

Selina ignored him. "So, Klaus...what about Amy?"

"She's carrying my child!" Klaus thundered. "And marrying another man just to spite me." He shoveled a bunch of pie in his mouth, swallowed, and spoke. "This already happened with you. I'm not going through it again."

Selina rolled her eyes and nodded. She kind of deserved that. But maybe Amy didn't. "And just how the heck do you know for sure the baby's yours?" She asked. "What if it really is Stevie's?"

"It can't be," Klaus grinned. "He's not in his original body, you know. I sneaked into the hospital soon after it happened and checked out the file of the man whose body he currently occupied, and he was sterile! There's not a snowball's chance in hell that baby Amy is carrying is anyone else's and she knows that! She's just being stubborn and difficult."

"Of course!" Elijah told him sarcastically. "You killed her twice, she's afraid, and you have nothing to do with this. She is the problem!"

"She is!" Klaus protested. "I meant well when I turned her this time. If I hadn't, the aliens would have killed her. Am I wrong for not wanting that to happen?"

"Well, you could have asked first," Selina told him. "Being turned is a very scary experience, especially if you're not given a choice! You know that, I know that, we all know that!"

"Aliens were attacking!" Klaus growled in frustration. "It's not like I had time to set up a table of tea and cookies and explain the pros and cons!"

"Maybe, but just because you were being practical doesn't mean your actions don't have the power to hurt," Selina sighed. "I know you're not gonna like to hear this, but you have to let her be angry. Maybe once she works through this...things will improve as long as you don't get pushy!"

"So...so you're saying I just have to wait?" Klaus pounded and thudded his fist on the table. "No! I hate that!" He paused. "And why are you suggesting it?" He pointed at Elijah. "It's his job to be the buzzkill. Your job is to find the solution with the loophole to give me what I want because it's what you would do yourself!"

"Well, apparently the whole 'not being pushy' lesson has yet to get through that thick head of yours," Selina grouched. "At this rate, it's gonna take a long time. No wonder Amy hates you and wants the baby that may or may not be yours to be raised by someone else."

At that, Klaus put his fork down and looked at his empty plate. "May I have another piece of pie, please?"

"No," Selina said. "Bossy people who come in here uninvited don't get pie. I'm even sorry I gave you the first piece."

She strode out of the kitchen and Elijah grinned, giving a soft chuckle. "I trust you know your way out, brother," he said. "And don't forget to put your dishes in the dishwasher."

"Oh...damn, sorry!" Ellie blushed as she opened the door to the bathroom to start a bath, not knowing that Lucifer had just finished a shower of his own and was now stepping out to reach for a towel. "Sorry," she repeated, staring openly. "I didn't know you were in here. I'll come back." But she stayed right where she was as he scrambled to cover himself up.

"That's all right," he told her when he was covered up. "I was just leaving. Are you bathing now? Enjoy that."

"Yeah," Ellie nodded, her eyes roving over what she could see of him. "All right, thanks." He then ran out of the bathroom, freezing as he saw his daughter Valerie sitting on his bed and smirking as Dexter stood on her right, looking apologetic with several pairs of dress pants slung over his arm. She'd zapped herself in while her parents were otherwise occupied and had been waiting ever since.

"What happened to being disgusted by the sight of unclothed me?" He asked her.

"Oh, I still am," Valerie reassured him. "But now you'll listen to what I have to say. I really don't think it's fair that Dexter and I are still linked together for fighting and you and Mom aren't despite the fact that your fighting is just as disruptive."

"I don't have time for this," Lucifer told her. "Can I have my pants, please?"

"Don't give them to him!" Valerie ordered Dexter, who was trying to make his way to Lucifer and hand the pants over before she turned her attention back to her father, eyes narrowed. "Not until we right this terrible injustice and you undo what you did."

"I can't do that sort of thing," Lucifer told her. "Complain to your mother, not to me. Now give me my pants and get out of my room."

"He has a point," Dexter faced Valerie. "I told you this was dumb. Can we just go?"

"How can you not be irate about this?" Valerie fumed. "They're being hypocrites! You can't say you like being stuck to me like this!"

"Well, at some times, it's inconvenient, sure," Dexter agreed. Then he smiled and gave her a wink. "But other times, it's not so bad, right?" He then gave Lucifer a look. "It's really, really not!"

"Yeah..." Valerie caught on to what Dexter was getting at, delighted by the horrified look on her father's face. She got close to Dexter and pinched his cheek. "You're so good, sweetie! You really make me scream!"

"Okay, stop! What part of 'give me my pants and get out' do you two not understand?" Lucifer growled his eyes going red.

"Oh, calm down," Valerie told him as Dexter threw pants at him and began pulling her from the room. "You don't have to be such a big baby about everything."

They got out of the room and Dexter slammed the door shut before Lucifer could say another word, unconsciously grabbing for Valerie. "That was close," he said. "And let it be a lesson to you that your pettiness got you absolutely nowhere."

"It still might," Valerie told him. "It's not like this is my only opportunity. I have other ideas." She pushed him away. "Now will you stop touching me? I'm still mad at you. And I don't want anyone to think I'm giving in. I was wronged and you owe me an apology!"

"In order to give you that, I'd have to feel like I care, which I don't," Dexter replied. "You're as insufferable and petty as ever, since I've apologized five million times and it doesn't change anything."

"Because you don't mean it!" Valerie cried. "You just think I'm annoying and that if you give a blanket apology, it'll fix everything! You don't acknowledge that even if you were pissed about my methods, I was trying, in my own way, to do something nice for you!"

"Nice?" Dexter yelled. "Lying and kidnapping aren't nice and I can't believe you made me a party to it!"

Valerie shook her head, swore under her breath, grabbed him, and kissed him soundly. "There," she spat. "You're much more attractive these days when your mouth is closed!"

"Yeah?" Dexter spat. "I'd rather keep my mouth closed than have another lousy kiss like that!"

"Fine, Mr. 'I'm So Smart'," Valerie hissed. "If you're so good, why don't you show me how it's done?"

Dexter grinned, his lips getting very close to her neck, but not touching it before he moved up to her ear, put his lips against it, and murmured, "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" As his hand slid down her back and cupped her bottom.

Valerie whimpered and then she showed her teeth. "I hate you," she muttered. "I hate you!"

"No, you don't," Dexter replied with a grin.

"What's so funny?" Valerie asked. "Why are you smirking? Is my suffering enjoyable to you?"

"You want me bad," Dexter told her. "I may be high in the demon pecking order, but still...Satan's daughter wants a demon! Can you blame me for being proud of myself?"

"You smug bastard!" Valerie cried. "You try and hide it, but you don't see my wanting you as some frat boy conquest. You're genuinely glad because you love me...even if you won't admit it cause you think I'm a kidnapper and a liar."

"Oh, what do you know?" Dexter snapped, knowing she could tell he was lying because he could feel himself start to lose control as his demon face showed up.

"I know a lot," Valerie told him, touching his arm. "And we shouldn't be fighting now. We need to band together and take revenge on the people who stuck us together against our will and then became hypocrites. My parents!"

"Fine," Dexter sighed. "If that's what you want to do, it's not like I can stop you."

"Oh, don't act so high and mighty," she scoffed. "You might not like what I'm doing, but I just...know you'll love the aftereffects."

"Maybe," Dexter got in her face. "We'll see."

"Are you sure it's a good idea to bring a third person with us?" Dexter whispered as Charlotte Junior trailed behind them. She was the one Valerie learned the spell from. In fact, Charlotte Junior knew magic a lot better than her siblings did. "The more people we bring in to your parents' room, the more likely they'll be to wake up and stop your stupid plan from happening!"

"I'm not going in the room," Charlotte Junior whispered. "At least not if Valerie does the spell right. I'm just here in case she screws up."

"Yeah, I mean, I don't plan to," Valerie got out. "But I thought it would be unwise not to have a plan 'B'." She then put a finger to her lips as they reached Lucifer and Ellie's bedroom. She knew that both her parents would be in there because they were still sharing a room even though their relationship wasn't yet entirely mended.

Hoping with all her might that she and Dexter would be able to get in and get out, Valerie let out a big sigh of relief when the door opened without a creak. Then she and Dexter made their way into the bedroom and paused on Ellie's side of the bed. She looked down at her sleeping parents before she muttered the spell.

Then she motioned to Charlotte Junior to come in and check to see if she'd done it right.

"Yep," Charlotte Junior got out. "Good job, sis. Now let's all get out of here!"

They then shuffled out the door and shut it quietly behind them, holding in their laughter until they convened in Valerie's room for a nightcap before heading back to bed.

Unusually, it was Ellie who was up first the next morning, with Lucifer sound asleep and snoring softly beside her. She eyed him fondly and kissed his cheek before pushing the covers aside and getting up to go to the bathroom. She got the door open, then felt a body bump against hers. "Oh, hello," she remarked in surprise when she turned and saw Lucifer. "I thought you were asleep and I was just about to use the bathroom. But if you have to go too, I'd be happy to let you go first."

She stepped aside, but then frowned when, as Lucifer got into the bathroom, she was pulled along too by some unseen force, and soon, as the door shut behind them, they found they were both crammed together in the tiny room.

"I'm sorry," Ellie apologized. "I have no idea what's going on. I was just pulled in here after you came! It's like something else has control of my body!"

"Now let's not panic," Lucifer told her. "Let's leave. Maybe there's something going on with the door or something."

He began repeatedly going in and out of the bathroom with Ellie following each time.

"Can we stop?" Ellie asked after what seemed like the millionth time of going in and out. "Clearly we're stuck together. No more."

"Okay, but how did that happen?" Lucifer cried. "We were unstuck when we went to bed last night." He frowned. "Did you do this? Is this some ploy to get us back together faster?"

"No, I didn't!" Ellie cried. "It wasn't me! But I'm gonna find out who it was if it's the last thing I do." Then she smelled coffee and cinnamon rolls. "But first, breakfast! Get your robe on and let's go!"

"Fine," Lucifer told her. Then he felt himself have to speed up as she ran out of the room. Since his legs were longer than hers, it was hard not to run into her. "But slow down. I think I'm going to be sick or hurt or both. Or you could unintentionally be hurt."

"Or you could speed up," Ellie replied. "When it comes to breakfast, I wait for no one!"