"Any luck with finding out how we're going to get back?" Amy asked Astrid. "How right was Alistair about you not knowing what you're doing?"
"Well, I know more than he believes I do," Astrid told her. "How are the boys coming along with getting the mummy?"
"They're actually making good progress," Amy replied. "The mummy is still at the house where we found it and since Klaus killed the benefactor, there's no one around to deny us access. Once you find the right spell, the plan is to just zap the mummy home along with the rest of us."
"And you know, I'm actually looking forward to that," Astrid said tiredly. "Between the heat and the bugs and the knowledge that I have a grandson coming soon, I am more than ready to go home, even if Alistair isn't."
"I know how you feel," Amy nodded. "I want to see my girls. I've really missed them." She paused. "How long is it until Helene is due?"
"Oh, I have no idea," Astrid shrugged. "I know that sounds horrible, but her relationship with the father was conducted under Alistair and my noses and while we were away, so we don't really know much except for what she's told us."
"I'm sure you still have plenty of time to get home before the baby is born," Amy tried to comfort her, putting a hand on Astrid's shoulder. "You'll make it on time."
"Yes," Astrid nodded determinedly. "If I have anything to do with it, we certainly will.
"How far along are you?" Astrid asked Helene that night. "Do we need to rush home?"
"Well, Selina and Elijah had their babies recently and I found out I was pregnant around the same time," Helene told her. "But who knows? We could be lucky and have this one decide to come late." She then turned her head at the sound of Malachai's voice. "Sorry, I have to go," she said quickly. "I've got medicine to take."
"What sort of medicine?" Astrid asked, feeling a little worried. "You've never had to take medicine before. Does your doctor know you're doing this?"
"Yeah," Helene assured her. "He was the one who wrote the prescription up for me. Look, I know you were a nurse and medicine during pregnancy makes you twitchy, but I think…I think I'm gonna have a really powerful kid or something. I mean, I was holding off taking the medicine for as long as I could cause I knew that's what you would tell me to do, but then I went blind and all this bad stuff happened and Malachai and I decided that I should take the medicine to try and stop all that."
"Yes," Astrid scoffed. "Because Malachai McCullough is a doctor and knows exactly what taking medicine could do to you."
Helene sighed. Her life had been full of talks like this. "This wasn't just Malachai's idea," she said patiently. "It's mine too. I know that so much of this situation with him, including the pregnancy and the engagement, has been a big disappointment to you and Daddy and I'm sorry about that. But can I just tell you what's going on in my life without getting a lecture each time?"
"You're right," Astrid said, putting up her hands. "I'm sorry. I'm…I'm really excited to meet my new grandson, and I just…I want you to take care of yourself, okay?"
"All right," Helene promised. "I will. I need to go take my medicine now. Unless you'd rather talk to Malachai too?"
"No," Astrid shook her head. "You run along and do what you need to do. We'll be back as soon as we can and if we're not there in time for the delivery, this is a preemptive apology."
"Thank you," Helene told her with a smile. "I can't wait for you and Daddy to come back, even though Daddy's probably more ticked off at me than you are right now."
"Oh, he'll be over it by the time you see us again," Astrid assured her. "I promise."
"All right, so we have the mummy," Lucien said to Klaus, rubbing his hands as they looked at the coffin. "Now we can go. I can't wait to see what the future is like!"
"Oh, don't think I don't know why you want to come with us," Klaus told him.
"So kill me if you know why and it bothers you so much," Lucien replied. "Go ahead and do it."
"I told you before, if you have your eyes on Felicity and you hurt her, I want her to be the one to hurt you," Klaus replied. "You might very well be walking into trouble with her, but that's your choice."
"Is she completely mad?" Lucien asked. "Is that what you're trying to tell me? Because she's seemed perfectly normal all the times we've spoken."
"I raised her for many years," Klaus told him. "I think I know her better than you do."
"And now you're warning me that she's crazy," Lucien smiled and gave Klaus a kiss. "How nice that you care."
"I don't," Klaus said irritably and rubbed his face. "I'm just telling you that if you go wrong with her, you won't have long to live."
Lucien just chuckled at this and went to ask Amy if he could borrow a hand mirror.
"Of course," Amy nodded and handed one to him. "Why do you need it?"
"I just want to talk to someone in the future," he replied. He then went off to hide in the hotel's laundry where he called up Felicity.
"Oh, what do you want?" She said irritably. Much to Lucien's dismay, she wasn't in the shower, but was lying in bed with a book. "I was enjoying not talking to you. Why ruin a good thing?"
"I just wanted to let you know that when everyone comes back to your time, I'll be coming with them," Lucien smiled. "And we'll be leaving soon. Can't wait to see you, kitten."
"Oh, be still my beating heart," Felicity replied dryly and threw her book at the mirror
"Now, now, what did you want to do that for?" He asked, dodging it, even though he knew the book couldn't hurt him.
"I just wanted to throw something," Felicity replied. "That's how pissed off you make me."
"Well, they say that a lot of great love stories begin with hate," he smiled.
"Oh, fuck off," Felicity told him. "What do you believe in love anyway? You don't, and that's precisely why I don't want you anywhere near me!"
"Are you saying that you're the romantic type?" Lucien asked. "I wouldn't have pegged you as such."
"I don't have to explain why I don't like you," Felicity told him firmly, knowing that if she told him how messed up things had been with Stefan and how that had made her long for a more normal and stable relationship, he would just laugh in her face. "I just don't. Go away."
"Your grandfather told me you'll kill me when we see each other," Lucien continued, once again ignoring that request. "Is he right?"
"Yes," Felicity nodded. "I have not hesitated to maim, torture, or kill people who have annoyed me in the past and believe me, there's no way I'd make an exception for you. Listen to Grandpa; he's doing you a favor." She then went to cover up the mirror, which made Lucien sigh heavily and go back to Amy and Klaus' room.
"So…how right was I?" Klaus asked. "You sneaked away to talk to her just now, didn't you?"
"Yes, but I'm not giving up hope yet," Lucien told him. "I'll win her over eventually." He went to look at the mummy again. "Not an attractive thing, is it?"
"It's dead," Amy pointed out. "What do you expect?"
"You can hardly use that for a reason why it's unattractive," Lucien countered. "Since you're a vampire, I know you've shuffled off the mortal coil at least once and yet look at you," He gestured in her direction. "You're beautiful."
Amy heard this, blushed, giggled, and averted her eyes.
"What did you say that to her for?" Klaus asked. "How many times do I have to remind you that that is my wife you're talking to?"
"How long has it been since you've told her she's beautiful?" Lucien asked. "A long time?"
"Well-" Klaus began.
"Yeah," Amy nodded. "How long has it been since you've just complimented me in regular conversation for no reason at all?"
"I don't know," Klaus shrugged.
"Well, work on that," Amy said and went to stand next to Lucien.
"Or what?" Klaus asked. "I'll have competition?"
"No," Amy shook her head. "I'm not stupid enough to do that. But it's something to think about."
Meanwhile, Edele was floating around their room, unseen. She'd attached herself to the mummy, so that wherever it went, she went. And now she had to find some way to either keep it in the past, or get herself to the future. Cause there was no way she was letting it out of her sight now. Not when she was so close to having the one person in her life that she'd always wanted more than anyone else at all.