After Roxie headed out, Selina stood up. "I should probably get going," she said. "I left Lucy at Elijah's and I don't want him to feel he has to keep her all night."
She got up to leave the living room, but as she was walking away, Sam began toddling toward her, reaching his arms up. "Looks like he wants to come, too." Damon said. "Maybe he misses his sister."
Selina picked Sam up. "It's possible," she said. "And it wouldn't be much trouble for me to take him. Lucy's room is pretty big, so I bet I could fit them both in."

"All right," Damon said. "You can take him tonight."
Selina nodded. "And you make sure you have some fun tonight, okay? A night off is rare. Savor it."
Damon grinned. "Maybe I'll work on finding an actual girlfriend."

Selina rolled her eyes, then dressed and took Sam out to her car.

She didn't know what to expect when she reached Elijah's. She wasn't even sure he'd let her in the house. But when she knocked on the door, he opened it immediately. "Are you going to let me in this time?" Selina asked him. "Or are we going to have to stand out here and talk?"

"I suppose I deserved that," Elijah told her. "You can come in."
She followed him into the house and to the living room where Lucy lay on her stomach in front of the television.

"La Traviata," Selina whispered. She sat down and stared intently at the television. Elijah watched her in surprise. "You know this one?" He asked. "And you have no smart remarks about it?"

She shook her head. "No, I think it's beautiful. Violetta gives up her happiness and the man she loves and then dies. It's beautiful, but such a waste." She sniffled a little.

Lucy rolled over onto her back and looked up. "Mama!"

Selina's eyes widened. She looked at Elijah. "What did she just say?"

Elijah smiled. "I think you know what she just said."

Selina put Sam next to Lucy and got down on her knees. "Do you think you can say it again?" She asked her daughter. "Come on, say it again."

"Mama!" Lucy repeated obediently. Sam got on his knees next to her and attempted to push her aside and crawl into Selina's lap. "Sammy, be nice to your sister!" she said. When Lucy tried to crawl into Selina's lap too, Sam wouldn't let her. He made sure she stayed on the floor.

Selina looked up at Elijah. "Well, this is a fun development," she said. "Two more people who want pieces of me. Maybe I should ask Astrid to make duplicates of me. Then everyone can be happy."

Elijah patted her on the shoulder. "You'll do all right," he said. "It'll get easier."

Selina nodded. "Thanks. I hope so." She stood up with Sam in one arm and Lucy in the other and made her way toward the door. "I think I'll be on my way now," she said. "I wouldn't want to take up more of your time then is absolutely necessary, cause I know it's counterproductive and everything."

"Here," Elijah said to her. "Let me get the door."

"Actually, I was thinking of opening it with my teeth, but since you offered, thank you." Selina grinned at him. Elijah grasped the doorknob and looked at her seriously. "What did you mean earlier when you said I was so much more giving in your head?"

Selina smirked. "Oh, nothing. Just a little dream I had about you and me. That's all."

"You had a dream about me?" He asked. "What happened in it?"

Selina shook her head. "I don't think I want to tell you. It would make you either far too conceited or disappointed that I'm not working harder on finding other romantic interests."

"Well when I said I wanted you to date, I didn't necessarily mean you had to get into a serious relationship," Elijah said quickly. "In fact, I think it would be unwise for you to be serious about someone so soon."

"Really?" Selina asked in surprise. "Do you think so?"

"I do," he nodded earnestly. "Take this time to meet lots of new people. It will make you a more well-rounded person, and you'll still have the companionship you need without giving you one more person to want a 24/7 commitment out of you, because as you and I both know, you have enough of those."

"Yeah," Selina scoffed. "No kidding!"

He opened the door for her and followed her out to her car. "Where are you going now?" He asked her.

She shrugged. "Home, I guess. Possibly to brag to Nicky about how Lucy's first word was directed at me and not him."

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Elijah told her. They worked on strapping Lucy and Sam into their carseats and then he opened the drivers' side door for her. Selina took a seat, buckled herself in and then gave Elijah a smile. "Thanks for all your help," she said. "It's made things a lot easier for me."

Elijah nodded. "You're welcome. I know your last date didn't go so well, but my brother-in-law is coming to town and if you wanted to, you could stop by."

"He's not a race car driver, is he?" Selina asked suspiciously.

Elijah smiled and shook his head. "No. He owns a chain of restaurants, actually. Sit down ones. Where you order from waiters, not from the mouth of a clown."

"Formalwear necessary?" Selina asked.

"Business casual is as dressed down as is allowed," Elijah said. "And the fare is varied. But nothing too messy."

"Huh," Selina said. "That actually sounds promising. But doesn't he think I killed his sister?"

Elijah shook his head. "No. All he knows is that she had an accident. I've not said anything about who was responsible for it."

"Oh," Selina said. "Well, I would love to meet him if you think so highly of him."

"All right," Elijah nodded. "I'll run it by him and if he's all right with it, I'll give you a call with details."

Selina nodded and began backing out of the driveway. "I can't wait," she said.

He waved goodbye to her and she took her hand off the wheel long enough to wave back, before the car made a turn and he disappeared from sight.

"Well, look who came back," Klaus said as he opened the door. "And you brought some friends, I see."

Selina nodded. "Could you take Lucy?" She asked him. "I think my arm is starting to cramp." Klaus took her and then Selina turned. "Oh, and by the way, when I was at Elijah's, she talked and I was her first word. What do you think about that?"

"Well I would think that it doesn't surprise me," he said. "Seeing as how you haven't really let me around her long enough for us to get to know each other."

Selina blinked. "Well, I suppose I haven't. Do you want more time with her?"

He nodded. "Of course I do!"

She sighed. "Well, I suppose it would be wrong of me to deprive you, but you have to promise to act responsibly. I don't want another Roxie on my hands. One is enough."

"Even Roxie isn't acting like Roxie anymore," he said sadly. "She hates me now."

Selina sighed. "I was the one who told her to go live with Adrian."

"I don't understand why she wanted to move out," Klaus said.

Selina put a hand on his arm. "Did it ever occur to you that what happened with Vince might have something to do with it? I mean, I'm not yelling at you for what you did, because it seems like he was determined to become a hybrid at some point, but...maybe Roxie feels like you took him away from her or something."

"Well, I didn't mean to," he said. "I meant to make it better for them."

Selina frowned. "How, exactly?"

Klaus frowned. "Did you know they're having sex?" He asked her.

"Well, yeah," Selina nodded. "And you did too. I assume that's why you had him beat up that one time?"

"Oh, yes," Klaus said. "I do remember that. Anyway, I figured that it would be best for me to know who she's with. Am I wrong to think that?"

"Not necessarily," Selina said. "But I'm just thinking that maybe you didn't go about it the right way. You could have talked with the two of them first instead of making him a hybrid right away."

"Well it was the only way to make sure that he wouldn't try and do things with her that he shouldn't be doing," Klaus said. "If I had just talked to them, he would have given me lip service and gone right on with the status quo."

"You don't know that," Selina said.

He gave her a look. "I was a teenage boy once," he said. "I do know that."

"Well, you're also kind of a hypocrite, aren't you?" Selina asked. "What about all the time you devote to trying to get me into bed?"

"Well, that's different," Klaus said. "We're married. Not that you would know that based on the current state of things."

"And that is not entirely my fault," Selina said, putting Sam down. "You're arranging for booty calls with our neighbor so you can't be considered innocent."

"Well, I wouldn't be if somebody was around to fulfill my needs, but obviously, they don't matter to you anymore," he said.

Selina scoffed. "Are you listening to yourself?" She asked quietly. "The way you talk, my sole purpose in our relationship is to satisfy your needs. I have nothing else that is required of me. You don't give a damn about my goals or my hopes or my dreams or anything. Is it any wonder I don't want to be around you anymore?"

Klaus threw his hands up. "Fine," he said. "Do whatever the hell you need to do with your life. And keep Lucy away from me too, since I'm such a monster!"

Selina shut her eyes. "No," she said. "I don't want to be so vicious that I deprive Lucy of a chance to know her father. We shouldn't make her suffer because we're having issues. But I think that Stefan or Anna or somebody should be here if the three of us are going to be in the same room."

Klaus scoffed. "Tell me why we need a chaperon again? Is it because you don't think I'll be able to keep my hands off you?"

"Oh, you won't," she said. "I know from experience." She paused. "But back to Roxie, I think she's also still threatened by Lucy and how much time you want to spend with her. That could also be why she's pulling away. You might want to think about that."

Klaus shook his head. "Oh, come on," he said. "It can't be that bad."

Selina nodded. "Oh, I think it can."

Charlie burst through the door of her and Tony's apartment and collapsed on the sofa. "If I never move again, I will be a happy, happy individual."

"What's the matter?" Tony asked her.

Charlie ran a hand through his brown, spiky hair. "It's so nice to be around a sane person," she said. "Especially after having to sit at a cafe for the last hour listening to Vince and Roxie fight."

Tony gave her a hug. "You poor kid. What happened?"

"They've broken up, apparently," Charlie said. "At least that's what it seemed like."

"Wait," Tony said. "Have they broken up completely, or are booty calls still allowed?"

Before Charlie could reply, they heard shouting ouside their apartment door. "I'm not going to answer that because I think you're about to hear for yourself firsthand."

She went to the door and opened it. Vince and Roxie strode in, still continuing an argument that had apparently been going on for quite some time.

"...Why did you even try and come back if all you plan on doing is nagging me about this?" Vince yelled. "It's my choice and you're just going to have to deal with it!"

"Well, considering this is all your fault, I think I have every right to nag," Roxie shot back. "It was your genius idea to have sex while my father was visiting. That's what made him want to change you! What the hell were you thinking!"

"I didn't know he was still sober enough to hear us," Vince yelled. "He seemed comepletely out of it!"

"Well couldn't you have controlled yourself a little?" She asked.

"Oh, like you're the poster child for self control," Vince said. "I bet you couldn't go one whole week without screwing somebody."

"Oh, I can so!" Roxie told him. "You just watch me!"

Charlie and Tony looked at one another. "It's so nice that they're talking again," she said.

Tony nodded. "The silent treatment and having to run away every time one saw the other was really starting to wear on me." He cleared his throat and whistled. "Hey! Can the two of you shut up for just a minute and tell us what the hell is going on?"

Roxie and Vince sat down and faced each other moodily. "She's mad at her father and she's taking it out on me," Vince said.

"Why are you mad at your father?" Charlie asked Roxie.

"Cause he doesn't like me anymore," Roxie said. "He wants to spend all his time bonding with my stupid baby sister and him." She glared at Vince mutinously. "If they keep going on like this, they should just get married."

Vince scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous. You're acting like a child."

Roxie stuck out her tongue. "I know you are. But what am I?"

Vince stood up and rolled his eyes. "I don't have to put up with this," he said. He looked at Tony. "Want to come bowling with me?"

Tony shook his head. "Actually, Charlie and I were planning on staying in tonight."

"Why?" Vince asked. "So Charlie can feed you the poison Roxie fed her about how awful I am?"

"No," Tony said. "Believe it or not, every second of my life doesn't revolve around you."

"Ha ha!" Roxie said. "That was a real kick in the teeth. Good job, Tony."

Charlie looked severly at Roxie. "Just like every second of my life doesn't revolve around you. We've been talking and we think it's time the two of you work out your own problems without dragging us into it."

Roxie looked at her with wide eyes. "But you're our friends! You're supposed to be moral support!"

"There's a difference between being moral support and being a tool," Charlie said. "Now, you two do whatever you have to in order to get along again because I really don't have time to put up with your drama. I got plenty of my own coming."

"You mean your dad finally got in touch with your mom?" Tony asked her in surprise. "And the two of them are coming to the wedding together?"

"Yep," Charlie nodded. "And given that my mother tried to kill me when I was a baby cause she saw how close me and my father were, I will have to deal with the trouble all over again." She gave Vince and Roxie a pleading look. "Don't add to it, please? Have sex, take acting classes, get drunk, I don't care what you have to do, but just don't fight at our wedding!"

"I don't know if we want them to be drunk," Tony said. "Them having drunken sex at our wedding would be worse then them fighting."

"Whatever," Charlie said. "I have to start on the seating chart."

"I could help you with that!" Roxie said to her. "For starters, do you want your mom near your dad or not?"

"I don't need help," Charlie said.

"I'd let her if I were you," Vince said. "She's feeling a little neglected right now."

Charlie gazed at Roxie's hopeful expression and rolled her eyes. "Fine, you can help. But only with putting cards at the appropriate tables. I decide who goes where."

"Fine," Roxie said. "You're the boss."

Charlie nodded. "That's right. And don't you forget it."

The next day after returning from a playdate with Damon and Sam which had gone surprisingly well but left her very sore, Selina returned home to find the apartment empty of of Klaus so it was just her and Lucy. She put Lucy down for a nap and decided that she wanted to take a bubble bath. She ran the water, put the bubbles in, and just as she was getting in, the phone rang.

Curious, she turned the water off and got out, water and bubbles dripping down her body. She put a pink towel around herself and went into the kitchen where the phone was. "Hello?"

"Selina?" said the voice on the other end. "It's Elijah. I hope I haven't called at a bad time."

Selina grinned and let the towel fall to the floor. "Actually," she said, "I'm just in the middle of a bath. I had to get out of the tub to come answer the phone and I'm all wet and soapy and naked..."

"Stop!" Elijah said. "We won't say another word about that. What I have to say isn't very important. It can wait. You just go back to your bath."

"Well, my bath can wait too," she said. "It's no fun bathing by myself. I use the loofah and it just doesn't feel the same as when you did it. No matter how hard I scrub myself."

"Well, anyway," Elijah interrupted. "I talked to my brother in law and we're going to go to a place of his called Deco. It has all kinds of food. You'll like it."

"Sounds great," Selina said. She stretched and moaned into the phone. "That felt so good! I'm a little tight, you know. If only there were some way I could loosen up..."

"Saturday night at seven o'clock," Elijah said. "We'll come and pick you up. And I want you dressed, all right?"

"Are you sure you don't want me naked too?" She giggled. "It would be a lot easier that way."

"I meant at the restaurant," Elijah said through his teeth. "Goodbye."

"Bye," Selina said. "I'll go back to my bath and think about you the whole time."

She heard the phone click then hung up herself and burst out laughing. That had been fun. Bad, but fun.

"Am I interrupting something?" She looked up and saw Klaus looking at her, smirking and shirtless. "You know," he said, "It's been awhile since we've done it in the kitchen, but I'm up for it."

Selina shook her head, turning faintly pink and pulling the towel around herself. "I just...I have a bath waiting for me. Don't want the water getting cold..." She hit him. "And don't sneak up on people like that. It's not nice!"

She scooted out quickly before he could say another word, but he watched her intently until she disappeared and, laughing to himself, went to the living room to watch television.

That night, his phone call with Selina was still on Elijah's mind. He went into his closet and undressed, taking off a white shirt, red tie and gray pants and then getting into bed. He closed his eyes, hoping that sleep would provide some relief from the forbidden thoughts that were swirling around in his mind...

He was in his library. Or not quite his library. But some sort of office anyway. He had a small pile of papers on his desk. He looked through them. The last one was a letter that would require a reply. He picked up his phone and made a call. "Miss Stinson," he said to his secretary, "Would you come in here a moment, please?"

A moment later, the door opened and his secretary strode in. He looked up. It was Selina. Her hair was in a messy bun with a pencil sticking out of it. She was wearing a white dress shirt and red tie but no pants or skirt and red heels. He stared at her for awhile and then she cleared her throat. "You wanted to see me?"

He cleared his throat. "Yes, please. I need you to take a letter." She sat down across from him and pulled the pencil out of her dark hair, making it cascade around her. She pushed it out of her big blue eyes, made bigger by the red-framed glasses she was wearing.

She leaned forward to take a notepad off the desk and he found himself trying to look down her shirt, although he couldn't see anything. This distracted him while he dictated the letter. That and the fact that her long legs were crossed over one another.

Finally, she put the paper down. "If you're wondering whether or not I'm wearing a bra, the anwer's no," she said. She stood up and unbuttoned her shirt, pulling it off along with her tie and giving him a spectacular view of her breasts. "See?" she said. "Problem solved. I am wearing underwear, but I can take them off too, if you want."

"No," he said, "I'm fine...for now."

She put her shirt on without buttoning it and went out of the office, coming back a few minutes later with a sack. "Lunch time," she said. She pulled out some food and ate until there was nothing left but a buch of cherries. Then, she picked one up by the stem, pulled her shirt off again, then came around and straddled him in his chair. "Want a cherry?" She asked. She put the stem in her teeth and he bit off the cherry with his. Then, she spit out the stem and they kissed deeply, his hands kneading her breasts. He picked her up and got off the chair, putting her on the rug that went underneath the desk. She removed his jacket and shirt, then reached down to unzip his pants, stroking him gently.

This time when he removed her panties, there was no hesitation. He kissed every inch of her body, then gently pushed himself inside her. She moaned and bucked upward, her head hitting the top of the desk, her cry of pain shattering his dream and bringing him back to reality...

He bolted upright and found himself on the floor. He was bruised, covered in sweat and tangled up in his sheets. He shut his eyes tight and then opened them again try as he might, he couldn't conjure up images of that office again. But maybe it was for the best. He stood up, crawled back into bed, and didn't fall asleep again for the rest of the night.