So I meant to write this story when the season finale first aired but real life had its ways to delay me in that endeavour. Then I rewatched the season finale a few nights ago. This story is definitely not out of my system and as we don't have an air date for season 4 yet I thought I might as well write what I meant to months ago. This is how I would like to see things progress between Chloe and Lucifer. Will definitely continue for several chapters.
'It's all true… it's all true' Chloe heard a voice say over and over - the voice sounded familiar but she didn't have time to match it to a face, she was too busy trying to take it all in, to make sense of it all. Everything Lucifer had told her was true: angels and demons existed and Marcus really was Cain. Or rather had been Cain - and now he was dead. But wasn't he supposed to be immortal? How do you kill an immortal? Well, you probably can if you're immortal yourself. 'An angel can hurt another angel' she heard in her head. Lucifer had told her that just weeks after they had met when he checked her back for signs of wings. Wings. Angel wings. Another flashback to the auction where she had seen the most beautiful pair of wings - which, according to Lucifer, were fake but she had been so impressed by how magnificent they looked. They must have looked magnificent on him, even when he wore his Devil face.
His Devil face. It was right there, in front of her, a charred face with red eyes that were eerie and mesmerizing at the same time. The eyes she had caught a glimpse of the night she had shot him in the leg. How could she have ever believed that that face, those eyes were just a trick that her mind had played on her? But hold on, Lucifer was talking to her. What was he saying? Chloe tried to focus on the here and now over the torrential rush of memories and questions in her mind.
'Are you OK, Detective?' Lucifer said. His voice was as smooth and soft as ever. And then, slightly more anxiously: 'Chloe? What is it?' The concern in his voice reached all the way inside Chloe and pulled at her heartstrings. And suddenly she wasn't in shock any longer. Everything slid into place and came into focus: this man, this fallen angel with the horrifying face had saved her life again today and he was clearly worried about her. She should really say something.
'So this is what you tried to show me?' she managed to say and although her voice sounded a bit shaky she attempted a smile. She knew it was Lucifer in front of her but it was strange smiling at that face - it would take some getting used to.
'What? Show you? Is this about Pierce…' Lucifer began to ask but then stopped in his tracks as Chloe grabbed his hands and held them up so he could see them.
It couldn't be. His hands… were… in devil form. This must be dream, a nightmare… or had Pierce killed him and he was back in Hell in a loop of his own?
'Lucifer?' Chloe managed to say, trying not to think about how wrinkly and boney his hands felt in hers in their current form.
It must be a nightmare, or worse a hell loop, Lucifer thought, panic rising in his chest. Because Chloe was standing right there in front of him, holding his hands, and in real life she would surely be running out the building screaming if she saw his true face.
'Chloe? Lucifer?' Dan's voice came from somewhere above and it was more high pitched than usual, betraying the anguish he felt at the thought of losing someone else he held dear. Chloe heard more footsteps, a SWAT team, for sure.
'Can you change, hm, change back?' Chloe asked Lucifer under her breath as she let go of one of his hands to take a step back so she could look up the staircase behind her. She couldn't see Dan yet which meant they had a few seconds, maybe half a minute before others would see Lucifer in his current state.
As she did so she felt the hand she was still holding change back to a more familiar form. She turned and tilted her head as she looked up into Lucifer's -now hazel- eyes for a brief moment. She gave him another tentative smile when she noticed the increasing panic in his eyes.
'Down here, Dan - all clear!' she shouted as she started buttoning up Lucifer's jacket to hide some of the bullet holes in his shirt. The thought of him getting shot made her shiver with worry but there was no blood so he must have been immune to the bullets. 'You make me vulnerable' he had said to her after she had shot him in the leg and back then she had thought that he meant on some emotional level. But clearly she did make him vulnerable somehow when she was close to him. No wonder he had taken her to the rooftop to keep her at a safe distance. Safe not just for her but also safe for him.
Chloe could hear footsteps coming down the stairs but she didn't turn to Dan or the SWAT team straight away. Instead she held Lucifer's gaze -what was going on in his head? He looked panicked and worried and immensely sad - and squeezed his hand as tight as she could. 'We have a lot to talk about, Mister', she whispered, ' but first, let's try and get through this. How are we going to explain that we both escaped all these bullets?' With that she let go of his hand and turned to face Dan and the SWAT team. She had no idea how they were going to come up with a believable story but she knew two things for sure: that telling the truth was not an option and that she was going to try and protect Lucifer as much as she could. She only needed to figure out how.