Debt To Pay...

A/N: I must say Im surprised that I got such a positive response on this story, I didnt think anyone would actually bother in reviewing! Kuddos to: dEnIsE tHe StRaNgE, Future Trunks Lover (Btw...love the name ;D) allthelovers, My Purple Skies & the one annonymous review! I know there isnt alot of our favorite clown prince of crime in this chappie, but dont worry! You know he dosent stay out of people's business for long! With that said, enjoy!

"What the hell were you thinking?" her friend, Lucifer, scolded angrily walking to her car hurriedly after the call he had received from her minutes ago. He looked in the back seat and sure enough a beaten up clown lay sprawled on the backseats. He opened the door and reached into pick the man up while tossing him over his shoulder carefully.

"I don't know! I couldn't leave him there!" Monica shouted back turning the car off with a grimace. She quickly opened the door to her car and stepped out tossing her hair back in a huff, she truly didn't know what she had gotten herself into. She closed the door with an agitated huff and jogged over to Lucifer who stood outside of his house staring at her expectantly.

She reached him and opened the door for him as he stepped in after giving her one more 'What the hell?' look. She rolled her eyes and closed the door after him, rushing to the living room where she had seen Lucifer take the clown. Sure enough he had placed the man on the couch and had scrambled off to the bathroom to retrieve the first aid kit.

She walked over to him cautiously, but stopped abruptly and realized her caution was in vain. He wasn't going to be waking up any time soon, that being said she neared him without any hesitation and crouched down to get a good look at his face.

She frowned one she noticed the green locks covering half of his face, her fingers curled around his hair carefully and pulled it away to reveal his grease make up covered face. Her eyes locked on the scars stretching from the corners of his lips to the top of his cheeks. She shuddered slightly; she couldn't fathom the reason for anyone wanting to apply scars like that on Halloween.

The temptation to reach out her hand and remove the disturbing fake scars was tempting; her hand was halfway there when Lucifer walked in with once more with various supplies in his arms. Monica jumped upon hearing his heavy boots hit the hardwood floors, her hand dropped quickly and she moved away from the clown just as Lucifer entered the room.

"Do you mind if I wash this off in your bathroom?" she asked pointing to the her makeup covered face, in reply he merely shook his head and pointed her in the right direction before getting started on his patient.

She had brought the clown to him for one reason, and one reason only, he was the only one studying to become a doctor out of all of her contacts. He resisted the urge to smear the makeup off of the clown before him, that could wait…right now he needed to see what had caused the man to pass out.

After looking him over Lucifer could tell where the problem was. A large crimson stain gleamed in the dim lighting, Lucifer breathed in before reaching over and taking the other man's purple trench coat off and tossing it over the arm of the leather couch in which he rested. He reached over and started to undo the vest and shirt, after some struggle he managed to undo the pesky clothing.

Monica walked in just as he pulled the dress shirt apart revealing the deep gash that was responsible for all of this. She dropped her jaw upon seeing the clown's chest, it was littered with scars, some still fresh others already old and fading. Her eyes settled on the current wound that Lucifer was treating him for; she winced as it oozed out blood.

"Where did you find this guy anyway?" Lucifer asked pulling out a sterilized needle after he had cleaned the wound. He started to sew the gash up as she sat on the opposite couch, eyes locked on the clown before her.

"Kiri wanted to go trick or treating so we went, and when we were getting ready to leave he caught her attention, the poor clown was bleeding all over the place, Lucifer," she replied eyeing the make up on the unconscious man, "I wasn't going to leave him there to die," she added upon receiving a glance from the doctor to be.

Both of them tensed up when the clown shifted halfway through the sewing, the room went eerily silent, as both of them tensed and held their breath to see if he would wake up. After a moment the man went limp once more, and after a moment of hesitation Lucifer continued to patch him up.

When he was done he stood up and collected all of his supplies and walked away leaving her alone once more with a complete stranger. Her eyes burned holes into him as she refused to look away; she stood up once more and walked over to him. She closed up his shirt nervously, her hands shaking before she pulled the trench coat over him.

"Who are you?" she whispered to him stepping back to look at him one final time before Lucifer came back.

"I'm assuming your expecting me to let him stay here," he told her as an innocent smile crept up her lips. He groaned upon getting his suspicions confirmed.

"Please, it's just one night, I'm sure he'll want to leave in the morning," she pleaded still not aware of the criminal she was sharing the room with. Lucifer sighed running a hand through his black spiked hair; he glanced over at the man on his couch before looking back at Monica.

Her brown eyes never left his own grey pair. She knew she had won once he lost the will to argue and point out all of the obvious reasons on why keeping a stranger was a bad idea.

"Fine! But if you come back in the morning and I'm dead in a puddle of my own blood you know who did it," he joked as she managed a laugh as well.

"Don't worry Lu, I'll be here to protect you," she teased punching his shoulder teasingly.

"I'm assuming you're staying too," he told her as she nodded and proceeded on walking over to the remaining couch. He resisted the urge to laugh as she flopped down on it and stretched luxuriously resembling a cat.

"I'll see you tomorrow then…if you survive the night with that phsycho," he laughed waving to her as he walked away. She replied with a laugh of her own before glancing one last time at the clown across from her. She settled down for the night doubting he would wake up before her.

The next morning however proved her wrong.

"THE BASTARD!" she yelled rubbing her hand furiously across her mouth before Lucifer rushed in dressed in nothing but his boxers.

"What! What happened?" he asked sleepily seeing the red make up smeared over her sleeve some still remaining on her mouth and cheek before something else caught his attention. He pointed it out to her as she walked over to the knife that had been stabbed into the wooden coffee table to hold a card.

She pulled the knife out and picked up the card, her fury escalating even more.

'Thanks for the help, beautiful…

I won't be forgetting this soon.

-J.'

She tossed the playing card aside with a growl and moved over to Lucifer.

"I have to go, I'm late for work," she told him standing on her tip toes to kiss the side of his cheek. The small gesture angering her later after realizing that it had been done to her while she slept.

"You're working today? Who's getting new ink?" he asked curiously stretching watching her storm around his house retrieving her belongings.

"Gabriel wanted to get something done," she replied as he nodded and moved towards his door to open it for her.

"You mind if I drop by as well, I've wanted to get something tattooed as well," he asked as she walked by him eyeing him from head to toe.

"Anything for you, love," she replied stepping out of his house before pausing at the doorway, "and while you're at it put some pants on," she replied winking at him as he looked down and realized his predicament. His face flushed before he face palmed.

"I will," he murmured as she laughed and headed towards her car in a hurry tossing her jester hat in the back seat.

"The nerve of the damn clown…" she hissed under her breath stepping on the gas pedal, the car roaring to a start as she darted through the streets, "I'm late already, this is going to be a great day," she added shaking her head.

Could thing's get any worse?

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