A/N: Hello my dears. After seeing the last episode of Lucifer, this little story didn't want to leave my head. The episode was soooo, well: the part of me that is a Chloe-Lucifer shipper hated it and wanted to punch sense back into the devil, but the writer in me was screaming with joy. It was such a perfect ending. And here is my little version of how it could continue. I hope you like it :D It will be a 2 or 3 chapter story, depending on my mood of putting the last part of the second chapter in an extra one.

It starts directly with episode 2x09.

Edit: This chapter is now beta-read by Daemon. All remaining mistakes are my own :D

Enjoy!

'Fine. I'm heading home,' Chloe typed into the messenger, hitting send. She glanced one more time at the display, feeling nothing but anger inside of her.

Two hours.

Two hours she'd waited here, for him, for a reply, but nothing came. At first, she didn't think anything of it when he didn't show up. He was probably just going to be late. But after the second text message, she became worried. Never before, had he not answered her texts, and she feared something had happened. She even sent Maze a text, asking if she knew where he was and if he was alright. Somehow this woman always seemed to know when Lucifer was in trouble or not, so she believed her when she replied with a simple 'he's fine.'

And that was the moment when the anger kicked in. He was actively avoiding her texts. But why? Everything seemed alright after his home was saved, and he had looked so genuinely happy about her accepting his offer to go out for dinner. She even dressed up a little to soothe the voice inside her head that had screamed 'this is a date'.

She emptied her glass and stood up. Going to the reception, she informed the waitress that the wine would be paid by Lucifer, who sent her a sympathetic smile, accompanied by an affirming nod. And finally, it dawned on her.

She was stood up.

By no one less than Lucifer himself, and the anger about it rose even further. 'Thank you very much for my ruined night, after I saved your home!' she thought to herself and exited the restaurant, heading straight to her car. She rummaged through her purse for her key, grabbing it, and opened the door.

Charlotte watched her from the side alley, the trigger firmly in her hand, ready to press the little button at the next perfect opportunity. The woman her son was so drawn to bent forward, about to get in the car. She smiled a pleased, evil grin as she pressed the button.

Chloe was almost inside the car when she heard someone calling her name. For a split second, she thought it was Lucifer and quickly stood up again. But then, she realised that voice sounded nothing like him. Still, someone seemed to call her name and she couldn't make out who it was. She walked several steps towards the direction the voice seemed to come from, as suddenly her car exploded and a shockwave filled with fire, metal and splinters of glass wrapped her up, pushing her to the ground.

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Lucifer sat in the chair in his apartment, sipping his drink and eyeing the phone on the armrest where he had placed it upside down. He felt bad, guilty for not going to the dinner or answering her, and he knew she would probably hate him for it, but the words Linda had spoken during his consultation didn't want to leave his mind.

She was right, somehow. He did feel something for that human detective, and not just recently. Those feelings were there right from the start and had unknowingly grown bigger and bigger. But it wasn't love he felt for her. It couldn't be. He was the devil, a fallen angel, and she just a human.

He couldn't. They couldn't.

He shouldn't.

He sipped on his drink again, soothing the pain in his stomach that didn't want to leave him alone. Since he'd met her and started to feel pain, he had enjoyed that part of a sudden mortality. It gave him a kick. But right now, that feeling was anything but pleasurable. It made his guts turn upside down; made him want to throw up and convulse in pain, and he hated it right now that the world was affecting him so much. Everything was easier when he didn't feel anything but the anger about his father's abandonment.

Suddenly the little device came to life, filling the air with a rapid buzzing sound. He glanced over at his phone that was enveloped in a light blue stream of light, coming from the display beneath. It was probably the detective, intending to give him an earful about his crappy behaviour, and he slightly shirked from that thought. He didn't want to listen to her voice right now. Well, if he was honest with himself, he did want to listen to her, he loved hearing her voice, but not when she was angry at him. And dead certain she was. She had every right to be. A little voice inside his head urged him to pick up the phone, but he hesitated. He was afraid; afraid about her ranting, what she might say to him, or if she would just punish him with unbearable silence, or worse, abandon him.

A little pearl of sweat ran down his temple, disappearing into the stubbles of his two-day-old beard, and he breathed a sigh he didn't know he was holding when the phone died down again.

He stared at it for a little bit longer before he turned his attention back to the invisible spot in the dark shadows ahead of him, taking another sip to soothe his thumping heart.

Again, the phone came to life, interrupting his thoughts with three loud buzzing sounds, and this time, the little voice inside of him was too loud to be overheard. He grabbed the device and turned it over. The display revealed an unknown caller, and, overwhelmed by curiosity and concern, he pressed the answer button and held it against his ear.

"Lucifer Morningstar?" he calmly introduced himself, waiting for the voice on the other end of the line to do the same.

"Why weren't you with her?"

The frantic voice of Dan Espinoza resounded through his ear. He could almost hear the accusation in his words, but also deep-rooted worry and fear.

Lucifer instantly sat upright, placing the glass down as he gave his whole attention to the caller. "What do you mean?" he questioned, perplexed.

"Chloe told me to watch Trixie because she was going to dinner with you," Dan explained quickly, repeating his question with more panic in his voice, "Why weren't you with her?"

He didn't know what to answer. It surprised him that she instantly had told her ex about it, and he felt a hint of anger coming to life inside of him. But something didn't feel right. Why did the detective sound as if his world had just crashed down when she had told him that he'd stood her up? If he was Dan, and he was sure he never wanted to be that man again, he would be glad. "What-" was all he could manage to say before he was interrupted by him.

"You could have saved her!" Dan shouted into the receiver, his voice dripping with loathing before he sounded like he was about to cry again, "Why weren't you there?"

Lucifer stared blankly into space, trying to process the words that didn't make sense to him, but he felt something must have happened with the detective, his detective, his Chloe. His heart throbbed loudly in his ear and he felt his blood rushing through his veins, increasing his breathing and bringing him to the edge of a panic.

"If she dies, it's your fault!" Dan spat into the receiver before loud sobs followed.

His heart skipped a beat. "Dan, where are you?" he half shouted into the phone, pushing the shock away that dulled his senses.

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Lucifer ran into the ER, almost tripping over a man who had been placed in a wheelchair, his plastered foot visibly sticking up. He darted forward to the reception. "Chloe Decker! Where is she?" he shouted to the nurse, his voice in panic.

She must have been used to this kind of reaction because instead of yelling at him for his behaviour, she simply pointed to the elevator and answered, "1st floor. Operating rooms, to the left."

He didn't bother to take the lift. Instead, he headed directly for the stairwell, taking three stairs at a time and rushing back out through the door, turning left and darting forward. As he made out Dan pacing up and down in front of two large doors at the end of the corridor, he went straight to him. "What happened?" he questioned through pants. He wasn't out of breath from running, he was fearing for her life, and it choked his lungs, making it almost impossible for him to speak.

Dan looked up at him, his eyes red from crying, the panic written all over his face as he answered, "There was a bomb under her car. A fricking bomb!" He took a deep breath to calm himself a bit down. "She was lucky the thing went off before she was inside of it." His eyes widened in shock and he stared at Lucifer. "If she had been inside that car, she would have, she would have-" his voice broke off, and he quickly covered his mouth with both his hands to stifle the scream that threatened to leave his throat.

Lucifer gaped at him, flabbergasted, he couldn't speak one single word. He didn't know how. 'Who in hell wanted to hurt Chloe, wanted to see her dead?' the question ran around inside his head, blocking out everything else.

"What if she dies? What do I tell Trixie? I don't want to tell her that her mother is dead," Dan mumbled frantically. His hands started to shake as the adrenaline rush ceased in his veins, and he covered his eyes, wiping away the tears that streamed down his cheeks.

Lucifer shook his head, taking a deep breath to compose himself. "Chloe is not dead! And I will make sure that this won't happen."

Hearing his words, Dan chuckled in anger and despair. "Because you decide who lives and who dies?" he questioned, lowering his hands to glare at his opponent.

He bit back the snide remark that was on the tip of his tongue, staring at him as fierce as a dragon. "I have my ways!" he answered brusquely. The anger he felt wasn't addressed to Dan, he felt it against himself. Taking another breath to keep himself from freaking out, he changed the topic, "Where is Trixie now?"

"With a neighbour," Dan answered, confused that the other man, who knowingly despised children, was actively asking for her.

"You should go to her. Be with your daughter. I'll stay here with Chloe," Lucifer suggested calmly, his eyes wrapped up in kindness as he looked down at the distraught human.

Dan stared at him, perplexed. At first, he wanted to object, wanted to yell at him that he wouldn't leave her side, but then he saw reason. There was nothing he could do now, anyway. Chloe was still inside the operation room and the doctor who had come out half an hour ago to briefly inform him about the main facts had stated that they would at least need another five hours. He thought of his daughter, and the need to be with her overwhelmed his hesitation. He sighed deeply and nodded towards Lucifer. "Call me when something happens. Anything," he replied low-voiced.

"Will do," Lucifer confirmed in a hushed tone, watching the other man leave in silence.

He waited until he was the only one on that floor until he let out his own desperate scream, pressing his hands over his face to muzzle the sound. Walking up to the double door, he rested his forehead against the cool material, placing each hand next to his head. He wanted so badly to be inside the room, to be with Chloe and make sure everything would be alright. But he couldn't go past the door that didn't reveal anything to the outside of what was going on behind it.

Suddenly, he felt a presence approaching him and he wheeled his head around, his fiery eyes glaring into space. "Don't you dare and come close to her!" he threatened, his body tensed, making himself ready to fight against the celestial beings, to keep them from taking her away from him.

The presence materialised, and Azrael appeared next to him.

Lucifer stared at her in surprise, before he narrowed his eyes again, turning his pupils back to their dark brown colour as he stated, almost spitefully, "Since when does the angel of death herself come to collect a soul?"

"Since that soul has such an impact on my brother," she simply answered, sending him a warm smile.

He turned his head back to the door, slightly shaking his head in determination. "You can't have her!"

Azrael took a step towards him, her eyes fixed at the door as well, as she replied soothingly, "That's not me to decide." She turned her head, her emerald green eyes staring intensely at him. "Wanna see her?"

He hesitated for a moment, afraid of what he would find behind those doors, but the need to see her got the better of him. He turned his head to his sister, nodding his answer.

Azrael held her hand out to him, and as he grabbed it, they walked through the door into a dark preparation room.

Lucifer remembered how it had felt to walk between the spheres; to be in the state of nothing but pure energy, Azrael's power. He had used her to sneak up on his brother when they were children and had felt excited about it that he could see everything, but no one could see him.

She guided him further into the operation room and Lucifer was startled as he got sight of Chloe, lying on her stomach, two teams of doctors and nurses around her, busy with cleaning the deep wounds across her body. Azrael had to grip his hand tighter, as he absent-mindedly pulled it away in fright. She didn't want the humans to get distracted with the devil suddenly appearing in their room. It would only stir up another ominous chain of events, and she was here to prevent more of them.

The machines suddenly started to beep irregularly and the medical team got frantic. "Ventricular fibrillation!" someone shouted and with practised moves they quickly turned her around, performing CPR.

"Will she die?" Lucifer asked his sister, his voice trembling, and he stared at her with horrified eyes that had tears sparkling at its corners.

Azrael shook her head, a faint smile on her lips. "Don't worry. It's not her time to die," she comforted him, adding a low, "Yet."

Lucifer turned his head back to the detective, lying there on the table, naked, covered in blood and dirt. He could see that parts of her skin had been burned down to the bones, and he knew she would not only be left with deep scars, but also with feeling tremendous pain for the rest of her life. Her heart rate steadied and the doctors prepared to turn her back around, continuing with cleaning the burned tissue and preventing infection.

The anger about the one who was responsible for it flared up inside of him and he turned his attention back to his sister, his eyes burning with raging fire. "Who did this?"

Azrael led him back out of the room. Avoiding a direct answer, she stated, "You know, she wasn't supposed to be on my list. She was actually only due after a really long life of hers." Seeing the question in his eyes, she quickly added, "She will die tomorrow morning at 7:37 from an aneurysm, caused by a blood knot the doctors will oversee to remove." She led him back into the corridor, re-materialised them both and let go of his hand.

"Why are you telling me this?" he questioned confused, not knowing what she was aiming at. He wanted to know who caused Chloe such a pain and not when he would eventually lose her for good.

"I write down all the names of those being born and cancel all the ones who die," Azrael went on, ignoring his question. "Some time ago, a name suddenly appeared in my book. A name that wasn't supposed to be there. It made me cancel a lot of other names since then. Names that shouldn't have been erased in the first place, and that caused the beginning of fateful events. They pushed the balance out of equilibrium. I want it to be back in, but I can't decide on that." She looked up at him, concern written all over her face as she waited for him to process her words.

"Mum did this?!" Lucifer wasn't sure if he just asked a question or stated the obvious. He gritted his teeth in anger, and a low growl escaped his throat as he saw the confirmation in his sister's eyes.

"She doesn't care about humans, Lucifer. Not like we do. She only wants to go home, with Amenadiel and you. But you refused her, and so she tried to kill the one thing that was the reason you stayed down here," she explained calmly.

Lucifer huffed mockingly, his sister and Linda could join hands with each other about that part.

Azrael touched her brother's arm to get his attention back to her as she cautioned him, "You're my brother, Lucifer, and I love you. But you don't belong in heaven anymore! And neither does she! It would cause a greater imbalance than everything she did down here and would eventually lead to the earth being destroyed. That must not happen!"

"And what do you want to do about that?" he questioned quietly, his voice saddened at the confirmed rejection, but he knew she was right. Heaven never was home for him. He knew that since he had shouted it into his mother's face.

"Not me. You!" she countered calmly, adding, "I will come back here tomorrow at 7:37 a.m. And I will cancel a name in my book by this time. It's up to you whether that name will be that of your human or not."

He nodded his understanding and watched his sister turning around and walking several steps ahead, before she halted again, turning back to him.

"And I want my blade back!" Azrael told him sternly and disappeared.

For a couple of seconds, Lucifer stared after her before his mind revived from all the information it had to process in such a short amount of time, bringing him back to his senses. He sighed deeply, rubbing across his eyes before he quickly grabbed his phone from inside his pocket and speed-dialed Maze's number.

"Yeah?" her sleepy voice sounded through the speaker.

"I need Azrael's blade," he told her, his voice revealing the worry and anger that was still inside of him.

"You gave it to me to hide it for a reason!" she informed him warily. "What do you need it for?"

"Someone just tried to kill Chloe." He emphasised the first word, knowing all too well that his demon would instantly know who he was talking about. Eyeing the big clock on the wall, he added with concern, "And I have less than eight hours to save her life."

A/N: well, that's the end of the first chapter. As I already mentioned, one more will come (maybe two). Please let me know what you think.

Have a nice day!

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