Author's Notes: Okay so I can't believe I'm doing this and it will probably get updated just like the rest of my stories, but I just watch a show and I see so much hurt/comfort potential and they are just not doing it. At least not the way that I think it should happen. So here's my take on season 2 of Lucifer. I like to describe things in details and I hope folks that aren't familiar with my writing give me a chance. In my mind the role of Lucifer's mother shall be played by Vanessa Williams. I just loved her as Willy on Ugly Betty, and since Lucifer does cast a lot of races and because his mother can be anyone of any age why the hell not? I actually think that VW is old enough to be Tom Ellis mother. This will be a Lucy/Chloe story and I think I've written enough notes so how about we get on with the story. This story takes place the next morning after Malcolm dies.
Chapter 1: Waking Up
Chloe had been sitting there all night, and there was still no change. She couldn't believe that he had come for her. That he had come for her and Trixie. Then Malcolm had shot him, he knew he shot him, he'd seen all that blood and was sure that he had died right there. The thing is every time that she needed him he was there. If you got passed all those snide remarks, and all that sexual innuendo, and his delusions of being the devil he had become the best partner she ever had. That's why it didn't really shock her when she thought that she was about to die he was there, he was always there. Now to see him lying so still, it chilled her to the core, she needed him to open his eyes.
"You need to go home and get cleaned up." Linda told her as she entered.
"I will when he wakes up. I don't want him to be alone when he wakes up." She told the shrink as she mindlessly stroked Lucifer's hair.
"Why don't you tell me what happened?" she asked taking a seat.
"It's weird. I mean I know what happened, I saw it with my own two eyes, but a part of it is hard to explain. I was in the warehouse, and I had found Trixie. Malcolm was a bad guy, but in the end he wasn't going to hurt my daughter he just knew that would be the only way that I would consider doing what I did. I found her and he was going to kill me that I knew for sure, but he came for us. I thought he had died but he came and he killed him. Of course he was babbling about something that made no sense and just as soon as Malcolm was dead he dropped to his knees. That's when I saw it."
"The blood?" Linda questioned.
"There was so much blood, it was soaking his shirt, and he was so scared. He told me that everything was wrong, that his father had made a promise. That he guesses in the end he did, but he thought that he would be around to take part in it. Then his eyes rolled back in his head, and this is how he's been for the past twelve hours." She stated gesturing towards her unconscious partner.
Linda was really there as a friend for Lucifer, but she couldn't help but take a professional look at the situation that was going on here. Chloe was a strong woman who was trying to save her marriage, and in walks Lucifer. Lucy was definitely the type of man who couldn't be ignored. When he walked in a room a woman couldn't help but notice, and it didn't matter that he obviously was suffering from some kind of childhood trauma as well as personality disorder. The man thought he was the devil, and she had seen his back when they brought him in, someone did something too him, and quite recently. The other thing she knew for a fact was that although Chloe was trying to save her marriage, she was falling fast for her little devil.
*Lucy*
This was all very strange to him, the waking up. He slept like the average human, but he didn't think he was the average human. Was he the average human? He didn't think so, his mind was a fog of memories that some of them he hoped were real, and others couldn't possibly be real. Memories of smoke and fire, and darkness. Of him flying with the most beautiful wings you could imagine, and then of him lying on a beach in agony as they were cut from his body. The agonizing pain of that, and other things that he hoped were true.
Memories of a mother who adored him, who loved him. He could remember loving her and she him, they were no real physical memories of her, just a pair of blue eyes that didn't quite fit the body they were in, and a smile that was bright as the son. He remembered her calling him Sammy and telling him she'd always be there.
Then the darkness came and he was torn from her. He tried to get back but he couldn't, he was thrown in the darkness and forbade to ever see her again. Then later she joined him there, but they were still unable to be together, he couldn't touch her, he made sure of that. Forced to be together but not be together. He truly was alone, and that was a feeling that hurt the most. No one showed him affection anymore, they only feared him. That was until….
"Chloe." He moaned.
Chloe was out of her seat in a flash when she heard that accented voice. His eyes seemed darker, she could tell he was in some kind of distress. He reached for her hand oddly, and that got her scared. She pressed the call button for the nurse and she grabbed his hand. She tried to hold back the gasp as he seemed to have a stronger grip on it then she expected.
"You scared the shit out of me. You had surgery, and they had to remove your spleen." She explained.
She didn't expect his eyes to become even wider. He began to gasp for air, and she pressed the call button again. Where the hell was the doctor.
"How do you feel? Calm down, someone will be here soon to help. Come on, I thought by now you'd have asked me to climb in bed with you." Chloe smirked.
Lucifer opened his mouth to oblige her, but nothing came out.
"Lucifer?" she questioned as a cold chill ran down her spin.
He opened his mouth again, but no words could come out. It was as if he didn't know what words were. What were words? He knew what he wanted to say, but he couldn't. He saw the panic in her face, and he didn't like that he had put it there.
"Chloe." He sighed.
Chloe didn't know what was going on with him, but at least he could say her name. it made her feel special somehow, and she never thought hearing her name could speak volumes, but it did.
End Notes: What do you think? Shall I continue?
