"Are you only paying attention to me to piss my grandpa off?" Felicity asked Lucien that night before he could recite his usual lines. "My dad told me that Grandpa killed your sister. Is this a revenge thing?"

"When that happened, I was angry," Lucien replied. "But that was centuries ago and I'm over it."

"No, you can't be!" Felicity shook her head. "Come on, talk to me about it. It might help you to unburden yourself."

"No," Lucien shook his head. "I'm not going to stand here and talk about my feelings with you. It's ridiculous."

"Are you worried that if we talk about our feelings I'll think of you as less than a man?" Felicity asked. "Cause I won't. Just talk to me. Please."

"No, thank you," Lucien shook his head. "I'm gonna go now. If you were trying to make a point, you did a good job. All I wanted to do was have a little fun, but you've made me very, very sad!"

"How can I make it up to you?" Felicity asked.

Lucien gave her a small smile. "I have some ideas, but you probably wouldn't like them."

"Go ahead and say it," Felicity said. "What is it you want to see? The top or the bottom?"

"Am I more likely to see one than the other?" Lucien questioned. "I'll see whatever you give me." He quickly turned. "And hurry up. I don't know how long I have until someone comes in here and finds me."

"Oh, all right," Felicity replied, peeling off her pink blouse and removing her bra so that Lucien had a good view of her chest and pulling her blonde hair out of its tie and giving it a shake before standing up and catching his eye again. "There," she said. "Are you happy? Do you like what you see?"

"Definitely," Lucien smiled. "And those are some undergarments you're wearing. Very easy to remove, aren't they? I wish women around here wore things like that."

"What do you mean by that?" Felicity asked. "How could you…? Oh, that's right, you're in the past. Bras haven't been invented yet. I remember now."

"No, but honestly, how does that work?" Lucien wanted to know. "Tell me, please."

Felicity sighed and picked up her bra. "Pay attention now," she said patiently. "You're gonna need to know how to do this cause I have no doubt that when Grandpa and the others come back, you'll find some way to tag along with them and try and get me in bed with you. That's not to say that I'll let you in right away, or even at all, but you never know."

"Oh, you'll let me in no matter how long it takes," Lucien told her. "I'll get through to you. I'm a very patient man."

Felicity just shook her head and scoffed. "Anyway, now that I have this on…you saw me put it on, right?"

"Oh, I don't care how you put it on," Lucien replied. "All that matters to me is how to get it off."

"Of course," Felicity replied dryly. "Now, luckily for you, I'm wearing one that opens in the front. If I wearing one that opened in the back, I'd have to turn around and you wouldn't be able to see-"

"I don't need your long-winded explanations!" Lucien interrupted. "I know you're only doing that to frustrate me. Just take the damn thing off!"

"All right," Felicity huffed. She deftly unhooked it and threw it on the floor. "There," she said. "I took it off. Are you happy?"

"Yes," Lucien nodded. "Very much." Just then, there was a noise and he said, "I think they're back from looking at the sights, which means I have to go. But I'll be back."

"Oh, I bet you will," Felicity nodded, her voice sarcastic. "I can't wait."

"I know," Lucien smiled. "Me neither." He disappeared then and Felicity rolled her eyes and left the bathroom just in time to bump into her father.

"Are you all right?" He asked. "You were in there for an awfully long time. I was just about ready to check on you."

"I'm fine," she assured him. "Sorry for the wait. If you want to use my bathroom to get ready for your next date with Jennifer, that's fine. Go ahead." She paused. "Oh, and by the way, how'd her first meeting with the little bundle of darkness go? Was it a total disaster?"

"Well, I can't say that she and Molly will ever be buddies, but I told her to save Molly food and that will at least prevent her from being mauled," Adrian smiled. "That worked."

"How do you feel about Mom and Kai's plot to get you a new girlfriend?" Felicity asked. "Do you hate them for it?"

"Well, it's nothing serious, of course, but I guess…I guess I like having company as long as it's the right kind," Adrian replied. "A werewolf instead of a witch, thank goodness."

"I'm glad you're putting yourself out there," Felicity smiled. "It's a lot better than just sitting in your house by yourself."

"Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" Adrian asked. "Did you spill something on it?"

"Oh, no," Felicity shook her head. "I was doing something and I completely forgot to put it back on again. But I'll do that now. Thanks for reminding me." She ran into the blessedly quiet bathroom and put her shirt back on again, coming out just in time to make small talk with Jennifer before she and Adrian left for their date.

The next time Lucien went to pay a visit to Felicity's mirror, his sight was blocked. He couldn't see anything, but could hear the sound of water running. The calm pacing of the water made him close his eyes and visions of shirtless Felicity danced in his mind, making him chuckle.

Then, just as Felicity, drenching wet and naked, was coming out of the shower, the towel fell off the mirror and Lucien got exactly what he was hoping for.

"Oh, fuck it all!" Felicity cried and scrambled for a towel as he stared and smirked. She covered herself up and then asked Lucien, "Did you like what you see? The least you can do is return the favor. Go on now."

"But I'm sharing a bathing space with your grandfather. What if he comes in here and sees?" Lucien asked, gesturing around the empty room with the tub in it. "And how is it that you're wet? You didn't come out of the bath."

"I came out of the shower. It's like standing under a waterfall and washing that way. Don't tease me," Felicity said firmly. "I know you don't give a shit about that. Come on. Stop stalling and drop your pants."

"All right, all right," Lucien replied. "You don't have to tell me twice." He took off his shirt, then undid his belt and let his pants fall to the floor.

"Well, well, well," Felicity smiled and crossed her arms. "You know, that's not bad."

"'Not bad'?" Lucien asked. "That's all you have to say?"

"What else is there?" She shrugged. "It's not like I'm able to look real closely. But don't worry. I know when you get here, you'll show up at my door and lock us in a room together so you can take off your pants and I'll be able to rhapsodize more accurately about the size of your equipment."

"Well, that's good," Lucien told her. "Because I already have many good things to say about the size of yours."

"I'll see if I can think of some things to say to you in return," Felicity said. "I don't know if I can, though. And what happened to being worried about Grandpa? Shouldn't you be doing that? I don't want to think about what he'd do if he came in there and saw you with your pants down and then you had to explain why."

"Don't worry about me, Kitten," Lucien told her. "I can take care of myself. But it's nice to know you worry about me already."

"I don't," Felicity replied flippantly. "I just don't want your death on my conscience. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get dressed." She turned around and Lucien kept his eyes locked on her bottom as she strode out of the room. When the door was closed behind her, he did up his pants and turned away, finding himself face to face with Klaus.

"What are you looking at?" He asked. "Anything interesting?"

"No," Lucien shook his head. "What would make you ask that?"

"Well, you have been spending a lot of alone time in the bathroom lately," Klaus reminded him. "What can we do about getting you a girlfriend?"

"It's not that," Lucien told him. "I've just been admiring the décor."

"Oh, of course," Klaus nodded. "Do you really think I believe that flimsy excuse?"

"Well, no, but let's talk about the mummy," Lucien said, quickly changing the subject. "Do you think you can get it?"

"Of course," Klaus nodded. "We just have to bring Alistair, get him to zap it to the present when we go, and there you go." He paused. "Not that you'll be coming of course. I don't know where you are in the present, but it's a bit risky to have two of you running around, don't you think?"

"Oh, come on, Klausy," Lucien said, thinking of Felicity and her perky breasts. "Why don't you take me with you? The chances of running into other me are extremely remote. And you know if you don't take me, I'll find a way to come anyway."

"No," Klaus shook his head.

"Why not?" Lucien asked.

"Because I just don't want you there," Klaus replied. "There are some people in the present that I don't want you anywhere near. Don't think I'm ignorant of your meeting Felicity."

"You know about that?" Lucien asked. "How come you haven't killed me yet?"

"Because since Felicity is in the future, you can't actually get near her, and I'm sure she's managing your ridiculousness pretty well on her own without my help," Klaus replied.

Then Amy came and said, "What's everyone hiding out in the bathroom for? I thought we were going to talk to Alistair about getting home."

"We are," Klaus told her. "And I was just informing Lucien that he won't be coming with us. It would be much too risky."

"Oh, I don't know," Amy replied. "What are the chances of running into him in the present? If they're remote, I don't see the harm in taking him."

"What the hell, Amy?" Klaus raged. "Whose side are you on anyway?"

"Well, we brought him into this mummy plot," Amy said reasonably. "It seems only fair that he gets to see it through with us."

"Why don't you just give it to him even though it's my damn mummy?" Klaus said. "You just don't want me to have it, do you?"

"Of course I want you to have it," Amy replied. "That's the reason why we came."

"Then why do you want Lucien in the present where he could steal it?" Klaus asked impatiently.

"Well, it's just that you don't have many friends and neither do I, so wouldn't it be nice to have him around so we could invite him over for dinner parties or something?"

"What the hell did you do to her?" Klaus asked Lucien. "Did you mess with her brain again like you did when you two kissed?"

"No!" Amy shook her head. "I know my own mind very well, thank you. And I want him to come!"

"Fine, he can come," Klaus said and then grabbed Amy's hand, pulling her out of the room and bringing her next door to Alistair, who was lying in bed and still fuming about Helene and Malachai.

"I think we're ready to go home," Klaus told Alistair. "Work on that, would you?"

"No," Alistair said. "I don't want to go home. Bad things are at home."

"You're really acting like a child," Astrid told him. "I know you're not happy about Helene and Malachai but you can't hide out here forever. It's not right."

"Yes I can," Alistair told her. "You don't know that."

"I feel like I've entered a parallel universe," Astrid sighed and looked at Klaus. "Tell me, are you feeling particularly sensible at the moment?"

"No," Amy shook her head. "He just got upset when I said that we should let his friend Lucien come to the present with us. It seems like we're dealing with two children."

"You know what?" Astrid told Alistair. "If you won't get us home, I will. We'll get the mummy and leave."

"You can't take us to the future," Alistair said in a muffled voice cause his head was smushed against the pillow. "You don't know how."

"But I can damn well figure it out, can't I?" Astrid said with determination. "I'm not gonna miss the birth of my grandson because you're being a child. You can come or you can go, but we're leaving. That's all there is to it."