Author's Note: Chloe asks Lucifer to pick up Trixie from school because she was in another fight. Reluctant at first the Devil complies. He then has a little bonding moment with his now stepdaughter. Mostly just fluff between Lucifer and Trixie because who doesn't love them together. Again if any of you have suggestions for story ideas for these one shots feel free to let me know. I'll see what I can do.
Lucifer sat on a flimsy chair in the middle of a gutted dark Lux. The contractors had come and cleared out everything. He was starting from scratch. He looked around his now barren club. It made his heart hurt a little that it was all gone. He just about had a meltdown when they removed the burnt remnants of his beloved piano. A laptop set upon a makeshift table. He was looking over various designs trying to figure out where he was going to go for the future of Lux. A big part of him did not want it to look like it had before.
Picking up his glass he took a sip of the brown liquor. It was quiet down here. Too quiet. He needed to find a way to pipe in music or something. His dark eyes skimmed over the designs that had been presented to him. There were two he was stuck on. His fingers tapped the surface of the table. There wasn't anyone here to tell him to stop. The phone began to ring. It was Chloe's ringtone.
He picked it up. "Hello my love." He purred into it. "Everything alright?"
"Yes. I'm fine." She said on the other end. He could hear male voices on the other end. One in particular made him ill. She was working with her ex today. He could hear the Douche's voice talking to someone. No doubt had his eyes on his wife's every movement. "I need you to do a favor for me."
"Name it." He leaned back in the plastic chair.
"Trixie got into another fight at school. Dan and I are both unable to get away. I was hoping you could go get her. I put you down as a guardian so they'll let you."
The Devil scoffed. It was not his job to gallivant all over Los Angeles for her spawn. True they were married now. But it was still not his responsibility. "I'm a little busy here." He responded.
"Please Lucifer. I'll make it up to you later." Her voice dropped to an almost seductive tone. He could tell she was holding back.
"Really. Like how?" His voice purred.
"You know." She whispered. No doubt trying to keep the conversation private from Sir Douche.
"No, I don't. Please tell me." He smiled one of his devilish smiles. Even though he knew she couldn't see it.
"You know, the thing." Her voice was barely audible.
"No, what thing? Do speak up. I can barely hear you." He goaded her.
"Lucifer, please just go get Trixie. I will make it up to you later." She said through gritted teeth.
He heard her ex in the background. "Tell me what it is you intend to do to make it up to me. Then I shall go and fetch young Beatrice. Come on. Say it." He stood up from the flimsy plastic chair. He reached for the keys to his car.
Chloe sighed loudly. "You are an ass, you know that." Her voice was a little louder. "I'm coming Dan." He heard he say away from the microphone.
Lucifer sighed. "I will go get Beatrice. You are no fun sometimes"
"Thank you Lucifer. I love you. And later I'll make you howl with pleasure." She said seductively. No doubt she had gotten away from her colleagues for a moment.
"Now, was that so difficult. Talk to you later." He hung up the phone and headed for the car.
The Corvette came to a stop in front of the school. Being the rebel he was of course he parked in the no parking zone right out front. He stepped out and buttoned his jacket. He was wearing his usual black with a dark purple shirt today. He sighed heavily looking at the school. So many of them. Why did humans feel to need to make so many? Not that he was one to talk with one on the way. Still he wasn't particularly happy to be here. He took a deep breath and walked into the accursed building.
Inside he was dazzled by all the childish drawings and posters. He walked towards the administrative office. His shoes making a distinct sound upon the dirty tile floor. He scoffed at the poor upkeep of the building. Several children were sitting on benches. He remembered it from the day he had met Beatrice. Again there she sat. She noticed him walking towards them. She smiled weakly but then hung her head.
"Hi Lucifer." Her small said. She looked really guilty of something.
Lucifer cocked his head. This was not her usual demeanor. He stopped in front of her. "What did you do now, child?" He asked of her. There was another little girl sitting next to her. She had red hair and freckles. A little boy sat next to her. They were all staring at him. Then across the hall an overweight little boy sat glaring at Beatrice and the other two children. He had a rather distinctive black eye.
A woman with long brown hair and glasses poked her head out of the office. She looked over Lucifer. "Can I help you, sir?"
"Yes, I have come to collect Beatrice." He gestured to Trixie.
"Oh, you must be Chloe's husband." She nodded.
"Yes." He held out a hand to her. "Lucifer Morningstar." He announced. The little boy sitting close to Trixie looked up with a bit of fear.
"That's the devil's name." He said out loud.
The woman glanced at the little boy and then back at Lucifer. "Yes, Mr. Morningstar. Principal Flowers will be with you in a moment." She smiled and then turned and walked back into the office.
Sighing the Devil took a seat next to Trixie. He looked at her. "Did you do that?" He indicated the round child with the shiner on his eye.
She smiled. "He keeps bullying us."
"Oh is he the one I heard you telling you mother about."
Trixie nodded. "Yes."
"Didn't she talk to them about him?" He asked the child.
"Yes. But he kept bothering us." She pointed to the red headed little girl next to her. "He keeps making fun of Molly. So, I got sick of it and punched him."
Lucifer chuckled. "Good job."
"You aren't mad?" Trixie asked him.
"Why would I be mad?" He was amused. "No, did I not tell you to stand up for yourself?" A grin crept onto his face.
"Yes." She smiled. "I'm still in trouble."
"We'll see about that, Beatrice."
"Her name is Trixie." The other little boy piped in.
An eyebrow was raised on the Devil's face. "Her name is Beatrice. Trixie is a hooker's name." He folded his arms. These darn spawn.
"What's a hooker?" The little boy asked.
"Ask your teacher." The Devil responded.
A woman walked over to the bully. She sat down and he spoke to her and pointed at Trixie. She glared at Trixie. Lucifer glared back. What was her problem? He wondered. He really wanted out of this den of spawn. He knew one of these days he would have to deal with it again. But that was a few years off.
The brown haired woman poked her head out. "Mr. Morningstar the principal will speak with you know." She glanced at the other woman sitting next to the bully. "Mrs. Ross. You too."
Lucifer stood up and buttoned his jacket.
"Mrs. Gibbons, what is a hooker?" The little boy asked.
Mrs. Gibbons looked at Lucifer as he walked into the office. She then faced the little boy. "That is not something I should answer." She pursed her lips.
Lucifer and Mrs. Ross were lead into the principal's office. They took their seats in front of her desk. The principal was an older grey haired woman. She was attractive though. Lucifer hardly seemed to notice the attractiveness of other women these days. He was still allowed to look. As long as he didn't touch. The principal looked him over. A slight smile appeared on her face. Her blue eyes met with the Devil's dark ones.
"I understand you are Trixie's stepfather?" She asked him.
"Yes." He responded. "Though I don't know why you all use that nickname. Poor child." He mused.
"Anyways, I called you both here because Trixie and Billy got into a bit of a scuffle and fighting is not tolerated."
Lucifer held up a finger. "One second. Did Beatrice not inform you off the harassment from Billy? Also my wife spoke to you about it."
"It was brought up. But we saw no wrong doing on Billy's part." The principal responded.
"You didn't. Beatrice has been complaining of his antics for months. You have done nothing."
"Mr. Morningstar I assure you we have done everything we could. Like I said fighting is not tolerated. Trixie informed us that you were the one who encouraged her to use violence."
"I wouldn't say encourage. But I told her to defend herself. Obviously you lot weren't doing your jobs and she took matters into her own hands. I'm quite proud." He smirked broadly.
Mrs. Ross looked at him. "My Billy is a good boy. He was just joking with them. Your kid needs to learn to lighten up."
Lucifer narrowed his dark eyes at the thin woman. She had stringy blonde hair and the look of someone who enjoyed illicit drugs a bit much. "Putting gum in her hair is not joking." He turned back to the principal. "What are you going to do about the harassment?"
"There is no harassment. They are just being kids. Now like I said fighting is not tolerated. I'm afraid they will both need to be suspended. If we see something, we'll address it." The woman placed her hands on her desk. "And furthermore Mr. Morningstar I would suggest not encouraging violence. We need to use our words."
Lucifer scoffed and sat forward. He looked the principal in the eyes. He glanced at the name plate on the desk. It read Gloria Flowers. "Tell me Gloria. Can I call you Gloria? What do you desire?" He smiled broadly. He could sense her desires just under the surface of her composed, authorative demeanor.
The woman shifted in her seat. Her blue eyes looking into his. "I desire to teach these children everything they need to succeed in life. They are the future."
Lucifer nodded. "They are. Aren't they? Now it would do good to have one out of school because she defended herself." He was still using his gifts on the woman. "Beatrice is a good child. She only did it to defend herself and her little redhead friend. Now shouldn't you be focusing on the bully."
Principal Flowers nodded. "You are right. Very right. We shouldn't ignore the real problem. Beatrice won't be suspended. Billy will need to attend some anti-bullying classes." She smiled.
Mrs. Ross snorted out loud. "That is not fair. Billy didn't do nothing, that little brat gave him a black eye."
"One he deserved." Lucifer added. "I really must be going now." He said to Principal Flowers.
"Yes, of course Mr. Morningstar. You are free to go. And Trix- eh Beatrice will need to stay out the rest of the day but she can return tomorrow."
Lucifer stood up. "Very good. Thank you." He exited the room and walked out into the hallway. He stopped in front of Trixie and held out a hand to her. "Come on child."
Trixie picked up her backpack and then took Lucifer's hand. She turned to her friend. "Bye Molly."
Lucifer lead Trixie out of the building towards his car. He opened the passenger side door and Trixie sat got into the car. He walked around to the driver's side. He noticed a piece of paper under the windshield wiper. A ticket. He shrugged and crumpled the paper and tossed it onto the ground. He then got into his car. He looked at Trixie. "Is your seatbelt on?"
"Yeah." She responded.
He started the car and put it into drive. He noticed Mrs. Ross and Billy leaving. She glared at him. He glared back. He then pressed the accelerator and the car roared into traffic. For a moment there was only the sound of the wind. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. He glanced at his stepdaughter. She had her head hung low and she was just staring at the dash. "Something bothering you?"
She shrugged. "Mommy is going to be mad at me. I told her I wouldn't get into any more fights." Tears fells down her little cheeks.
Lucifer felt horrible for her. "I'll talk to your mother. You did the right thing. Would you like ice cream?" He smiled at her.
That seemed to lift her spirits. "Yes." She exclaimed.
The black Corvette pulled into the parking lot of an ice cream shop. Lucifer walked around to the passenger side and opened the door. Trixie hopped out happily. He took her little hand and lead her into the shop. They stood in line. He looked down at her. "Do you know what you want?"
Trixie was staring at the menu. "Can I have a hot fudge sundae?" A toothy grin across her face.
Lucifer shrugged. "I don't' see why not." He stepped towards the counter and ordered. Then when their orders were ready he and Trixie walked to a table. He set the tray down and put her sundae in front of her. It was obscenely large. The child's eyes widened with anticipation. He was amused by it as he handed her a spoon. She eagerly dug in. He sipped his chocolate shake.
They sat in silence for a few moments enjoying their treats. Trixie slowed down on sundae. Apparently it was too much. He chuckled. "Is it too much for you, child?"
She shook her head. "No, I can make it." She laughed. She ate another spoonful. She was going to be bouncing off the walls for hours. Chloe was going to murder Lucifer when she found out. She sighed. "Lucifer, are you excited about the new baby?" She didn't beat around the bush.
Lucifer regarded the child for a moment. "Yes, I am excited at the new beginnings. Aren't you excited to have a little brother?"
"I don't know." She looked sad all of the sudden. "My friend Teddy said that when his new sister came along his parents ignored him."
"We won't do that." He looked her in the eyes.
"Mommy says she'll love me the same. But I don't know." She sighed. Ice cream suddenly didn't seem so good.
"And she will. I know she will." The Devil said to her. "I'm not going to love my daughter any less when the baby comes." He patted her little hand. "Now, eat your ice cream." He smiled
Trixie nodded and took a few more spoonful's. She was getting chocolate all over her face. "I'm glad you married my mommy."
Lucifer chuckled. "Me too." He sipped the shake. It was sickening sweet. It was a nice indulgence. He wouldn't admit it to anyone. But he was enjoying sitting here eating ice cream with Trixie. This was something they would have to do more often.
"This is fun." Trixie said. "Mommy isn't going to be happy though."
He shrugged. "I'll worry about your mum."
Trixie laughed. "Okay. Can we do this tomorrow?"
"You have school tomorrow. But we will have to find time to do it again. I promise." He smiled at her.
"Don't say that. Don't make promises."
Lucifer tilted his head. He frowned slightly. "Why? I never break promises."
"My daddy does."
"I know. I am not your daddy." He replied.
Trixie's little eyes filled with tears. She set the spoon down and leaned back on the chair.
"Look, Beatrice. You are my stepdaughter. That means you are family. I will never lie to you. I have never lied to your mother. Please believe me. I love you like you were my own flesh and blood."
Trixie smiled and got out of her chair and walked to Lucifer's side. She threw her little arms around him. "I love you too, Lucifer." She reached up to place a sticky chocolate kiss on his cheek. She then went back to her seat and ate a little more ice cream. It was becoming more or less a soupy mess.
They finished their ice cream and prepared to leave. Lucifer looked at the child covered in chocolate. He really didn't want her getting into his car like that. "Can you clean up before we leave?" He pointed to the lady's restroom. She nodded and headed into the bathroom.
When she was done they headed towards the car. Lucifer being the gentlemen again opened the passenger door for her. "Where should we head next?" He asked her as she got into the seat.
"The park?"
Lucifer nodded. The park was good idea. It would help her work off some of that sugar. He knew just the one to take her too. The same park he had brought Persephone too the day her mother died. He started the car and off they went for another adventure.
