Chloe couldn't stop moving. If her leg wasn't twitching, her foot was tapping the floor or her fingers drumming against whatever surface was in reach.

Which currently, was her steering wheel.

She'd dropped Trixie to school, trying to behave as normally as possible, but her mind would not stop whirling.

This was his fault. This was all his fault. Somehow, somewhere along the line Lucifer had reeled her in to his delusion.

Now her mind was so involved in it that she was creating dreams to provide answers for all of his behaviour. Answers that fitted perfectly in to his delusion.

Too perfectly…

She remembered how bizarre he'd acted after her car accident. Certain it was his fault, urging that cosmic powers were at work…

Chloe clenched her fists over the steering wheel. Stop it! They were just dreams. Just dreams. It was insane to think they were somehow… truths. How would that even be possible?

It wasn't! So why could she not stop thinking about it?

Because she wanted to think he was always trying to save her? Protect her?

No!

She could look after herself just fine. She didn't want anyone holding some invisible bubble wrap shield around her. So that couldn't be it.

But the look on his face when he'd…

Chloe squeezed her eyes shut, a prickling sensation trying to force tears past her lids. That wasn't real.

But, when he'd said he'd broken his therapist… scared her off for good… that would make sense after…

Chloe suddenly put the car into gear, shaking her head viciously as the image of Lucifer's distorted, burned face flashed through her mind's eye.

She turned her car in the direction of the hospital where Linda was still recovering from her car accident. She knew she shouldn't. It was bad timing, it was wrong. But she needed some reassurance.

However, Chloe felt instantly ashamed the moment she arrived at Linda's room. The poor woman was still recovering and Chloe had come to interrogate her because she was scared of some dreams?

Perhaps she needed to check herself in to the psych ward.

But, she was here now. And though she didn't know Linda that well she should at least get herself into that room to give her, her best.

"Chloe?" Linda was surprised to see her. "I didn't expect a visit…" she said offering a warm, polite smile. "It's good to see you again."

Chloe smiled meekly. "Hi Linda…" she began a little awkwardly, her eyes sweeping over the medical equipment surrounding her. It must have been a bad accident. "How are you doing?"

Linda hesitated. "Oh, you know…" she began, eyeing Chloe with interest. "I'm getting better. Are… you ok, Chloe?"

Chloe caught her eye quickly. "Course," she said too quickly. "I um, I was just in the area and thought I'd come see you… I'm glad you're doing better. Maze was just… distraught over what happened. I know she's been here heaps-" Chloe was rambling a little, her voice flustered and she could not hold Linda's gaze.

"Chloe," Linda said steadily, her eyes quite penetrative. "Does this visit have anything to do with Lucifer?"

Chloe swallowed. Great work 'Detective'. She glanced at Linda, but still couldn't hold that stare, she felt like Linda could completely read her emotions. Finally, Chloe sighed slightly. "Has he been in to see you recently?" she asked bashfully.

Linda smiled softly. "Not since the night I was admitted," she told her, her tone quite friendly. "I believe he left to see you after that."

Chloe chewed her lip carefully. "He never came," she said after a moment. "He left a message on my phone, but… then he never showed up."

Linda nodded slowly. "Well," she began, and Chloe could hear the tiniest piece of evidence in her voice that she was a little disappointed. "That's not completely unlike him, is it?"

"Not really," sighed Chloe. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting from Linda and around the room. "Ok, I'm going to be honest," she said suddenly in a tone not unlike that of her 'detective' voice. She finally held Linda's gaze. "I want to know…if you believe what Lucifer says. About… who he is?"

There was a long moment of silence. Then, "I'm not sure that we should discuss Lucifer," Linda said evenly and Chloe stared. "He is my patient after all," continued Linda carefully, "And I… wouldn't wish to unintentionally divulge any information that he wouldn't wish shared…"

Chloe frowned; that was a clever little dodging of the question she pulled.

"I don't want to know what you discuss in your sessions," Chloe insisted. "I just…" she broke off with a slight laugh. "I know this sounds crazy but, just…you don't actually think he…could be-"

"Chloe," Linda said patiently, but with clear authority, "I really won't-"

"Doctor," Chloe cut in a little rudely. She just needed to know. She needed to know if what she'd seen last night had happened, and her urgency was clear in her voice. "Listen. I'm not asking-"

But Linda was not having it. "I know what you're asking-"

"No," Chloe almost huffed. Couldn't she see what she was going through? She needed some light shed on this situation! She needed to know. "Look. I just-"

"Detective-"

"Is he the devil or not?"

Linda sighed slowly, looking at Chloe for a long moment and seeing the distress in her eyes. "Chloe. He is Lucifer. Ok? You need to talk to him. Not me."

Chloe gritted her teeth in frustration. But she calmed herself before speaking once more. "I'm sorry, Linda," she said finally in an even tone. "I shouldn't have been pressing you. You must think I'm mad for the notion anyway. I… should get going," she added swiftly. She glanced at Linda once more whose face was impassive, before briefly waving and hurrying out of the room.

She should really check in with the precinct. But, she could not stop what she had started, finally resolved to stop at Lux and find out where Lucifer was.

The club wasn't open yet of course, but she was still allowed through. She was always allowed through. Her eyes lingered on the space in the middle of the club where his piano normally stood. It was missing. And the floor quite clean around the empty space.

When the door to the elevator gave the all too familiar ding revealing his penthouse to her she felt a small ruffle of butterflies tumble through her stomach.

Her visits here in her dreams had felt far too real.

Hesitantly she stepped out of the lift, listening for any sound that might be Lucifer. And preferably not company.

But, there was nothing.

A cold, half smoked cigarette lay lifeless in an ashtray on his bar, an open bottle of whiskey beside it. The doors to his balcony were open, a light breeze fluttering in. All evidence pointed to him having only ducked out.

She should feel relieved. At least there were no sheets covering his furniture this time, no obvious signs that he had no intentions of returning soon.

Yet, something didn't feel right.

She couldn't place it, but she could not stop the feeling that Lucifer had not been back here recently.

Chloe pulled out her phone, her finger hesitating over Lucifer's number. She tapped it finally, holding it to her ear.

But, almost instantly pulled it away again, hanging up in annoyance as once again it went straight to voicemail.

Where was he? And why couldn't she shake this foreboding feel that something was not right.

She stayed there for quite some time, trying to make sure she hadn't missed anything. Lucifer was quite pristinely tidy. So that made a few more odd things stand out to her through the penthouse.

A brick from the wall in his bedroom half sticking out as though it had been pulled out and shoved back in hastily. An empty whiskey glass sat haphazardly on the corner of his bedside table as though it had been thrust there quickly.

Chloe went down to the car park to check if his car was there.

It wasn't.

She made a call for a plates check in case his car had been seen around the city. Only to receive a call back from an interested and concerned Ella to say his car had been impounded after being left empty at Saint Claire's Hospital for too long.

"Right…" she muttered to Ella over the phone. "Can you send me any footage from the hospital that you can get a hold of from that night?"

"Of course," Ella replied through the speaker. "Do you think… something might have actually happened to Lucifer?"

Chloe's brow was puckered, nervous apprehension twisting in her stomach. "I don't know…" she replied quietly. "But we'll find out."

She glanced around his penthouse one last time before finally heading home where Trixie was already with their babysitter.

"Mummy!" Trixie squealed, running to hug her mother.

"Hey Monkey," Chloe smiled, but it still could not reach her eyes. "Did you have a good day at school?"

"Yup!" grinned Trixie. "And I've already finished aaaaaaall my homework! So can I watch TV? Please, please, please, pleeeease Mummy?"

"Really?" Chloe raised her eyebrows with a slight smile. "You've finished all your homework already?"

Trixie nodded in earnest and Chloe smiled again. "Yeah ok," she allowed. "Not for too long, though, K?"

Trixie ran off streaming her excited thankyous and Chloe finally sat down to her laptop at the kitchen bench.

Hours of footage later with Trixie now in bed and pain pounding in her temple Chloe closed the screen of her laptop. There was nothing. One tiny bit of black and white footage was the only piece that could possibly be Lucifer.

From behind it look like him. Tall, dark hair, nice suit and he was on the phone. But just as he was putting the phone down he walked out of view from the security camera.

Chloe had gone over and over it. Then she'd gone back to old footage that she still had saved. Things Lucifer had done that she couldn't explain. She watched him throw that man through a pane of glass with one hand over and over and over…

She was obsessing again. She tried not to think of the dreams. Only the facts that she'd seen for herself in real life.

Speaking of those dreams.

She stood up suddenly, walking to the cabinet of Maze's booze. And very unlike her she pulled out a bottle of wine, a glass and filled it to the brim. If she blacked out drunk, surely she would not dream?

Slowly she walked to her room, bottle in hand, glass to her lips.

Lucifer better show up soon.

She tried to distract herself with Netflix on her phone in bed, downing the wine slowly. Eventually a drunken sleepiness overwhelmed her and she nodded off, her empty glass on the cabinet beside her, while her phone fell to the floor.

And all too soon she was back in Lucifer's penthouse. Mute and immobile, but not alone.

"We shouldn't be here!" Amenadiel was insisting quite earnestly.

Lucifer did not look happy, his eyes slightly maddened and he gripped that mysterious silver dagger in his right hand. "Well…" he was saying lowly. "I am notgoing back to Hell."

"This isn't about returning to Hell," Chloe noticed Charlotte for the first time, realising her eyes had been completely fixed on Lucifer. "This is about Heaven!" she urged, looking from Amenadiel to Lucifer "It's about going home!"

"Home," repeated Lucifer angrily, staring at Charlotte, his dark eyes swirling. "For youmaybe," he continued madly, gesturing the dagger. "Neither of you understand, do you? You never have. Hell wasn't home and Heaven…" he almost shouted the word. "Was… well Hell!"

Chloe's brow puckered as she watched, her instant reaction was wanting to comfort Lucifer.

"The only place where I've ever felt wanted or respected-"

"Is here?!" Charlotte cut in with furious disbelief, her eyes flashing. "With humanity?"

"Yes!" shouted Lucifer in return, his eyes boring in to Charlotte's. "This is my home!"

His every word tugged on Chloe's heartstrings, she felt herself unable to hold back a sad smile before her eyes fell to the white flames that briefly danced up the dagger he still held.

Then the scene changed.

She was downstairs in the club feeling incredibly surreal as she watched herself get pulled onto the dancefloor by Lucifer, his smile lighting up his face and his eyes never leaving hers.

She blushed, that song by The Clash still made her heart skip a beat because of their dance. It skipped two beats when she saw him pull her closer, his arm wrapping round her waist while his other hand took hers and his head rested just above her shoulder while he kept the dance lively.

"He really does love this place doesn't he," Charlotte's voice spoke from right beside her sending a jolt through her body as she'd been too preoccupied watching their dance. And that truly happy smile Lucifer had when he was with her…

"Yeah…" Linda replied from Charlotte's side, but her tone was amused and a little sarcastic. "This place…" she smirked, nodding toward the couple on the dance floor, her eyes also following Lucifer and Chloe dance.

Chloe barely had the chance to blush before the scene changed again.

"She doesn't care about you like you care about her!" Charlotte was saying fiercely to Lucifer on a pathway outside the courthouse. "You need to see that you're not meant to be together," she continued and Chloe saw a look she hated to see on Lucifer's face. Hurt. "You belong with your family," Charlotte was still reprimanding. "Which is why I have to do this."

She began to walk away, but Lucifer stopped her. "Do what, Mum?" he demanded grabbing her arm. "What sort of evil plan are you concocting?"

It was the sort of question you'd surely normally hear in jest. But, Lucifer sounded genuinely worried.

"And please don't tell me it began with killing Borris," he continued, anger quite present in his voce now.

"Oh, actually that was just a happy twist of fate," said Charlotte quite innocently. "I was going to blow Chloe up," she continued casually. "But, Amenadiel talked me out of it."

It took a moment for that sentence to register with Lucifer too. "You what?" he demanded, his voice furious and threatening in a way that Chloe had only heard him be with the worst of criminals. "Mother I swear if you hurt her I will rip-"

His eyes flashed a burning red making Chloe's breath catch in her throat while Charlotte looked as though a truth had been confirmed

"Well," she cut in calmly. "Looks as though your brother was right."

The fire faded from Lucifer's eyes and Chloe thought there was a little bit of scared desperation within them. "Just promise me you won't touch her…"

Once again Chloe found herself desperately trying to break her invisible bonds to reach out and touch him, hold him, comfort him…

But it was no use, and the scene had shifted once more.

"This is real isn't it…" echoed Lucifer's voice, filled with a softness he reserved just for her.

But that wasn't the scene Chloe was seeing.

Lucifer was in a bar, not one that was to his style either. Maze sat beside him, Charlotte across from him.

"Oooh," Lucifer sounded amused, a smile stuck to his face. "This some kind of supernatural intervention is it?" he quipped, laughing amiably like nothing could bother him. "Well, it doesn't matter what shenanigans you two've got cooking up, because quite frankly I'm too happy for you to spoil things," he finished, his smile only growing, while his eyes looked more chocolatey and warm them ever, a slight twinkle to them showing his happiness.

Maze looked seriously concerned. "Happy?" she repeated, both concerned and confused.

"Yes," Lucifer smiled between them carelessly. He leant forward almost excitedly. "The Dective and I," he paused, chuckling and holding a finger up. "Nay, Chloeand I… are real," he continued and Chloes heart sped up in her chest, warmth spreading through her like fireworks beneath her skin. She held her breath as he kept talking, blood warming her cheeks. "You see, I didn't think it could happen," his smile never left his lips, his eyes positively glimmering. "But, it has! And I've got this… overwhelming sensation… I can't even describe it," he looked down at the table, pondering on that contentedly. "But, I feel… invincible," he finished looking back to Charlotte, the tiniest bit of defiance on his face that peeked through his joy as he met his… 'Mother's' eyes. But, Chloe wasn't thinking about that, her heart was shooting tingles of warmth through her entire body, vague happy tears pricked the back of her eyes. She never thought… he'd ever spoken about them as an item like that… never knew how happy it had made him…

"So come on ladies," continued Lucifer warmly. "Bring it on. Whatever it is; I'm sure I can deal with it."

Maze looked almost heartbroken. She threw Charlotte a harsh glare when the woman was about to speak and grabbed Lucifer's arm, cutting her off before she could start. "Forget it," she said swiftly to Lucifer, her eyes very serious. "Come on," she nodded to the exit, pulling Lucifer up with her.

"What?" Lucifer frowned in befuddlement.

"There's nothing to talk about," insisted Maze, still pulling Lucifer out of his chair. "Let's go!" she added loudly as Lucifer laughed in confusion trying to ask what was going on.

"We've only just got here!" he chuckled amiably.

"We discussed this Mazikeen," snapped Charlotte, standing up suddenly.

Maze turned threateningly. "No," she retorted defiantly, "You discussed this and I don't want to have anything to do with it anymore," she spat vehemently.

"I thought you understood," hissed Charlotte sharply. "We're doing this for him."

Chloe was no longer paying attention to them anymore however, her eyes had been glued to Lucifer the whole time, drinking in his true happiness feeling a warm glow overwhelm her.

But then… his smile slowly slipped from his face, his eyes catching something on the wall where a collage of photo's hung.

She looked at it too, following his eyesight and she saw a photo of her mother in her youth sitting with… Amenadiel?!

Lucifer moved toward it slowly, his expression turning impassive. "What the hell is this?" he asked too quietly. "What's Amenadiel doing with Chloe's mum?" he nearly whispered the words, disbelief coating them as he took the photo from the wall.

"I think you already know," Charlotte said after a moment. Chloe could tell she was trying to act sympathetic, but she could see a victorious glint in her eye.

Lucifer turned around slowly, "Don't toy with me, Mother," he said lowly, his voice getting dangerous. "What is this?"

"I've been trying to find the right way to tell you," Charlotte insisted evenly and Lucifer's eyes flickered to Maze who looked thoroughly aggrieved and as though she desperately just wanted to pull Lucifer away from there.

Chloe watched on, her confusion growing.

"But there is no right way," Charlotte was still speaking. "Because the truth-"

Maze grabbed her arm fiercely, her eyes flashing with warning.

But, Charlotte brushed it off, holding up her arm and commanding a lot of power in her voice. "This," she continued strongly, but Chloe could still see that competitive ill in her eyes, on the cusp of her win. "This is your Father's doing. Chloe is his doing. He put her in your path."

Chloe shook her head not keeping up, but Lucifer let out a mirthless laugh while his eyes remained dulled and dark. He looked between them, not willing to believe, a fake smile on his lips as he tried to deny it.

He looked back to the photo and slowly… slowly the smile faded, his eyes darkening, his breathing quickening. And Chloe saw his heart break in front of her. She saw him shatter inside, all that happiness whipped away from him in an instant.

"So…" Chloe had never heard him so broken. "None of it was… none of it was real?" anger touched his voice as his refusal to believe it boiled up inside him; hurt, betrayal, loss.

Charlotte shook her head, and perhaps even looked slightly sorry her son. She instinctively reached out to touch his cheek but…

Lucifer hissed, slapping her hand away, "Don't!" his voice so harsh it felt like a whip had cracked through the air.

Chloe was left with one last image of Lucifer's tormented eyes swimming with fury and hurt before the scene was swept away.

She was left in blackness. She couldn't breathe. Her hearth felt like it had been clenched in a vice, the mind of her dreaming trying to process what she'd seen.

The angry words she'd thought nothing of, "Did you know? All this time did you know?" echoed through the darkness and she looked around, but still could see nothing.

"So you think that means you can turn your back on Chloe?" Amenadiel's disappointed voice played out this time. "Just… ignore her feelings?"

"Feelings she had no control over!" Lucfier's bodiless voice replied. He sounded impassive, but she could still feel the hurt in his voice. "Feelings that aren't real."

"But she doesn't know that!"

"Which is why I had to save her from-"

Lucifer's angry, hurt voice cut off and there was silence.

Then,

"From you," Amenadiel finished lowly in sad understanding. "You're not ignoring Chloe. You're protecting her because she had no choice…" he continued quietly.

Chloe breathed in raggedly in the moment of silence that followed that statement. She wished she could see his face right now, this blackness making every emotion feel that much stronger.

"So I gave it back to her," Lucifer finally muttered, his voice so dejected Chloe's heart throbbed with the pain of it.

"By holding up a shield made of Candy…"

Finally the blackness lifted, light flooding into Chloe's mind, so much light!

And it was hot and dry.

Sand brushed her face like tiny pins flying along the hot wind that was the desert.

She squinted around her, confused and feeling quite emotionally unstable even in her dream state.

Then, she saw him.

Lucifer lay in nothing but nearly destroyed suit pants on the dusty ground. His skin was cracked and burned, even peeling in places, sand coating nearly every patch of his body.

He stood up very slowly, Chloe watching the whole while as he looked up to the heavens.

In one second, a soft woosh filled the air and Chloe gasped silently.

Those wings, those incredible, perfect white wings extended from Lucifer's back, filling her vision, flooding her with warmth…

And she woke up.

She did not move for a long time. Her heart beating steadily in her chest, but a pain and sadness filled her starting in her stomach. She lay staring at the ceiling while tears fell silently from her eyes and she did not know what to do.

She kept telling her self over and over that it wasn't real. That it couldn't be… she tried to block it out, to forget…

But, each time she squeezed her eyes shut once more Lucifer's heartbroken face filled her view and her heart throbbed her throat tightening and she wanted to sob, to beg, to scream, at the universe. Why, why was this happening?

She did not sleep again that night. That morning she moved like a zombie, she put the milk in the cupboard and the cereal in the fridge. She poured coffee for Trixie and drank her daughter's juice. Just when she was packing the TV remote into her bag under the impression that it was her phone, her daughter spoke.

"Mummy…" she said very softly. "I don't think I should go to school today."

Chloe looked up quickly, staring at the beautiful, innocent face of her daughter. "What? Why's that Monkey?" she asked, feeling like her voice was coming from far away and she wished she could pull herself together.

"Cause…you put your phone in the freezer and packed me frozen peas for my lunch…"

Chloe stared for a moment. Then, she shook her head a little viciously, trying to unscramble her brain. "Oh baby, I'm sorry. Mummy didn't… get much sleep last night," she covered quickly, hurrying to the fridge and pulling out Trixie's actual lunch. "I'll be fine," she forced a smile. "Now come on," she passed Trixie her lunch. "Let's get you to the bus. Mummy's got to go to work."

But, by the time Chloe had reached the precinct she was getting worse. Everywhere she went all she could hear was…

Oh God!

Jesus Christ,

Holy shit, my God!

What in the Hell?

Her head spun and she hurried to her desk, images whirling through her mind. Every tall, dark haired man made her heart jolt and she took a second look… but it wasn't him. It was never him.

Christ…

God!

Heaven's above!

Speak of the Devil!

Chloe's head snapped up suddenly, and she turned to see who said that.

It was just a traffic cop, laughing with some friends. She was about to turn back to her desk when…

Her heart stopped. Her breath caught in her throat.

For right there, atop the stairs. Handsome and carefree…

"Lucifer?"