Author's Notes: I know that I have like two other Lucifer stories started here and they need to be updated, but this story came to me after promos for what coming up, and a fantastic video that I've seen on YouTube. So, join me on this journey.

Breathe Chapter 1

She was trying to keep up with the gurney, but it was getting harder and harder the more people that seem to come from everywhere to assist. She could barely make out the man on the gurney, but when she did a glimpse of him the pure terror in his eyes scared her. She looked down at herself, and her sweater that once was white was now covered in blood. A little bit of it was hers, but most of it, oh God most of it was his.

"What happened?" a voice from the left asked.

"You know that he wasn't feeling well the pass couple of days. I mean it was nothing, just the flu, and I was taken care of him. I found it kind of funny, that with every new symptom he got he acted as if he was dying, and well I called you that one time. Then he was feeling better this morning, and I had given him some soup, and I was lying with him and we were watching television and my nose started to bleed."

"What do you mean your nose was bleeding?"

"That's the thing, it was my nose that was bleeding and it just stop. He was helping me and some of it got on him, and then he…. oh, god he….

"Detective!" Lucifer screamed cutting off her words.

"Oh, my God Linda, what the hell is happening?" Chloe cried into her friend's shoulder.

Chloe was not one for showing emotion, everyone knew that, but something about the last few days has been nagging at the back of her brain. Lucifer standing on that beach thinking that he wasn't worthy of her. The man that just oozed sex all the time, and really didn't take anyone or anything seriously was standing on a beach and talking to her like she was a precious gem that he would do anything to be with. To have someone feel like that about her, she knew that Dan loved her, but this was something deeper.

"Chloe!" he screamed again.

"I'm going in there." She shouted as she took off towards where they had taken him.

The devil was never one to panic, after all he was the devil. It was just that this feeling that was happening right here and right now was so foreign. He found himself frightened at what was next to come. He was feeling emotions left and right, and the thoughts and feeling were astonishing. He didn't even mind the few days he had been ill when he ended up getting ice cream or even better having the good detective run her fingers through his hair for comfort, even when she rubbed him down in Vapor Rub it was an experience that he would treasure forever. The thing was this was different. This was something terrible, and clearly not from earth because it was having the effect on it that it was. He had coughed so much blood and felt like he was boiling from the inside out. He could no longer feel his feet, and the doctors were all around him trying to save his life, and he was away from Chloe and yet he wasn't healing.

If Maze could see him now she would be scowling, but he had angered her and she had left town. He called out to her in his head, but he could feel her rejecting him from wherever she was, he would have loved to see her once more. He loved her, she was his, and if he was about to return home, he thought it would be best to tell her that she could stay here for a while if she chose too. After all she had put up enough with him, and he had apparently turned human so in the end he guess she'd been right.

He didn't like being touched and they were touching him everywhere, and he had been conscious this time when the cut his suit away, he was shocked that it did in fact hurt a lot deeper than the last time when he woke up and it was gone, maybe that was also because last time she had been there, she had been there holding his hand.

"Detective!" he heard himself cry out.

He couldn't believe it either, his voice had sounded so foreign. The devil was crying out for comfort, like some baby. He supposed in some ways he was, he couldn't have his mother, he sure as hell couldn't have his father, he guessed that Chloe would be the last face that he would have wanted to see.

Now they were trying to put a tube down his throat, something about giving him an airway. He was having none of that, he was the devil for father's sake. It was time to stop being a feeble human and show these people who they were messing with. He tried to rise from the bed, but the nausea hit him like a hurricane and it was like everything he had ever digested was trying to come up. Which was impossible considering how much he had already thrown up this past week. He was hot all over and this was it, he just wanted to die. He didn't care anymore.

He let out one more desperate "Chloe!" and then he gave up.

Just as soon as he closed his eyes, he could feel this warmness and complete calm come over him. He could feel warm hands all over him, and he could feel a consciousness inside his head. It felt dare he say it heavenly. He opened his eyes and standing before him was a tall man with greying hair, he had a matching beard. It was the eyes though; the eyes were speaking volumes. He felt no pain, and he heard when the machines behind him began to alarm, but he knew he was no longer there.

"Father." He gasped in unbelief.

"My boy, what have you gotten yourself into now." He replied.

End Notes: There you have it Chapter 1. What do you guys think? Expect chapter 2 in the next hour.