Chloe sat at the breakfast table with Trixie, watching her daughter over the rim of her cup as she played with her fruit loops. The little girl was using her spoon to stir them around the bowl instead of eating them, her small brow scrunched up in thought. Chloe hadn't had much time to process everything last night but now, looking at her daughter, Chloe realised just how shaken she was by everything that happened. Maybe she should try to get her to talk about it, maybe even schedule an appointment with Dr Martin. She seemed to have worked magic with Lucifer, and she knew he trusted the therapist. She'd ask Lucifer when he got out of the shower.
She was surprised with herself how well she'd handled the bomb that had quite literally been dropped in her lap last night. She and Lucifer and then spent this morning just talking about everything, she let him unburden all his problems on her and in turn she got to ask him some questions. By the end he'd looked exhausted and she'd told him to go shower, she would find him some of Dan's old clothes. Her lips curled in amusement at Lucifer' muttered comment about her Ex' height finally coming in handy for something. Now she just had to wrap her head around it all. Her partner was the Devil, he'd come to Earth for a vacation from hell, his brother Amenadiel really was an Angel and his dad was God. Oh, and he'd died and been brought back in the body of what appeared to be his fourteen? year old self if she had to hazard a guess. Chloe hadn't mentioned anything while they'd talked, but she was really worried about him. She'd never seen Lucifer anything less than immaculately dressed, never a hair out of place, and it didn't seem to matter that he helped her on cases throughout the day and ran Lux at night, the man was never anything less than perfect. She often wondered if he did actually sleep. The point was, he was always on, always alert, confidence oozed from the man and his presence was noticed by everyone he came in contact with.
The Lucifer currently in her shower looked exhausted, his skin was still flushed and even though he told her there was nothing wrong, she couldn't stop the niggling feeling in the back of her mind that he was lying to her. Reminding herself that the one quality she always admired about him was that he never lied to her, she just had to hope that young Lucifer had the same admirable trait.
Hearing the bathroom door open she smirked to herself. Speak of the Devil.
"C-Chloe...?" Lucifer stuttered, taking just one hesitant step toward her before his eyes rolled up in his head and he tumbled to the floor.
"Lucifer!" cried Chloe and bolted from her seat to catch him. She just made it before his head hit the floor, her hands cradling him much like she had the previous night. "Come on Lucifer, don't do this to me." She gently slapped his cheek hoping for some kind of response.
"Mommy?" Trixie appeared next to her, tears filling her eyes as she stared down at her friend. "What's wrong with him?"
Glancing up at her daughter, she attempted to put on a brave face. "I don't know baby, but I think we might need some help on this one."
"Mom..?" the little girl stammered, her voice trembling and pointing at Lucifer's face.
Chloe looked down and froze. Crimson leaked from Lucifer' nose and ears, and the Detective bit down on her lip to keep herself from crying. She had no idea what to do, or who she should call. How the hell would she explain this? Then like a light bulb exploding in her head she looked sharply at her daughter, still standing frozen beside her.
"Trix, hon. I need you to do me a favour." The little girl took a stuttering breath and finally raised her eyes to meet her moms.
"Okay, mommy."
Chloe wanted nothing more than to embrace her daughter, to promise her everything would be alright but right now Lucifer needed her. "I need you to grab some towels from the bathroom and grab my phone on the coffee table. We're going to need some assistance."
Trix rushed over to retrieve the phone first and gave it to her mother before running into the bathroom.
The Detective didn't have a number for Maze, but she did have the direct dial to Lux. It rang twice before it was answered with a snapped, "what?"
If Chloe wasn't so concerned for the teenage Devil in her arms she may have snarked back at the Demon, but instead she closed her eyes, blew out a calming breath and answered as politely as she could. "I need your help, Mazikeen."
"Who is this?" demanded the voice on the other end.
"It's Chloe. Look, we need your help. Somethings happened."
Trixie returned with the towels and handed them to her mom. She dropped down next to Lucifer, taking his hand in both of hers and squeezed. Unable to fight her tears any longer, they spilled like small rivers down her rosy cheeks and dropped on to the floor.
"What now?" Maze grumbled. "Let me speak with Lucifer."
"That's kind of the problem, Maze. There's something wrong with him. He just collapsed and is bleeding from his nose and ears, I don't know what to do or if we can even take him to a hospital."
There silence from the other end and she thought for a moment Maze had hung up on her when she finally responded. "Where are you? I'm leaving now."
"At my house. It's - " She started to say the address but Maze cut her off.
"I know where it is. I'll be there in ten."
Chloe breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, there is something else you should probably know - "
But the bar tender had already hung up before she could finish and Chloe wondered just what Lucifer' demon was going to make of her new master' body.
Trixie felt his hand twitch and gave his another soft squeeze. "Lucifer?"
Lucifer felt his insides twisting uncomfortably, his head throbbing so severely that he thought he might throw up and that had never happened to him before. His tongue darted out to wet his lips and he found himself grimacing at the coppery taste of blood. Nausea washed over him like a wave and suddenly he was being turned on to his side as he vomited water and then bile, his shoulders shaking and wetness staining his cheeks as he continued to retch painfully. Soft hands rubbed soothing circles between his shoulder blades, his skin now smooth and untainted where it had once been scarred. Feeling so completely overwhelmed with emotion, Lucifer twisted around and buried his head in Chloe' lap, wrapping his arms around her waist and let it all out. His eyes burned as the tears flowed uncontrollably down his cheeks, his throat tightened and once he let out a sniffled sob, there was no stopping the rest.
Chloe worried her bottom lip as she did her best to comfort the teenage Devil in her arms. She met Trixie' worried gaze and gestured for her to go and get some tissues.
Pleased that she could do something to help, the little girl ran off in search of a box.
After what seemed like an eternity Lucifer' trembling form seemed to calm, pulling in a ragged breath he lifted his head slightly so he could look up at her. "S-sorry," he sniffled, wiping at his eyes.
Chloe swallowed the lump in her own throat and shook her head. Trailing her fingers through his hair, she scratched lightly at the back of his neck making him smile and giggle softly. It made her heart ache knowing just a fraction of what he'd been through. She had a feeling he'd needed that release though. With his dark eyes still shining, he pushed himself up on to his elbow just as Trixie came back with the tissues.
"Thank you," he said taking one and wiping his face. Pausing when he noticed the blood stained tissue. "Uh, Chloe?"
"Yeah, you kind of started bleeding everywhere," she explained, unable to keep the concern from creeping into her voice.
"Wonderful." He grimaced as he continued wiping at the blood, his eyes meeting Chloe and then Trixie' after a moment. "Anything else?"
"Um, yeah, I called -" She was cut off as the door was kicked open. "Maze."
"Oh, bloody hell." Lucifer let his head thunk back against the ground as his demon stared at him in a mixture of amazement and confusion.
"Lucifer?" Makizeen stepped closer, her gaze roving over the boy in front of her. But it was only once she locked eyes with him she could tell, this was her Devil. There was no one on earth who had those ancient, dark, knowing eyes. "How did this happen?" she asked crouching next to him, her hand pausing before touching him as if she somehow thought that would hurt him.
"How do you bloody well think?" he snapped, his gaze drifting to the heavens. "I died and he brought me back, but sent me back like this. I swear that man never gets sick of tormenting me. Even after all these millennia, he has to take things just one step further."
Maze finally pushed down her apprehension and placed her palm on his forehead. Her eyebrows drawing together in puzzlement. "There is something different with this body Lucifer. I can still sense you, but not like before. It's almost like it's been dulled somehow."
Lucifer groaned and pushed himself into a sitting position, suddenly feeling a little exposed wearing nothing but a towel covering his waist. He looked up to see three beaming smiles as if they knew exactly what he was thinking.
"You should all be ashamed of yourselves, objectifying me like that." With a groan he attempted to stand, his vision wavering sickeningly and he would have fell once more if not for the two woman on either side of him keeping him upright. Any other time he would be loving the attention but not now, and not like this.
"So I guess you know now?" Maze asked the Detective as they settled Lucifer on the sofa.
"Yeah, you could say that."
Maze snorted. "Took you long enough." She waltzed away from Chloe to stop in front of Trixie and dropped down so they were eye level. "It's good to see you again, Trixie, though I wish it was under better circumstances."
The little girl nodded in agreement, her fear for Lucifer diminishing slightly with the appearance of her other friend. She knew Maze and Lucifer were friends and that the bar tender would do everything she could for her favourite Devil.
"Will you help Lucifer?"
"I will do my very best." Maze promised, gripping Trixie' fingers gently, attempting to offer comfort but not knowing exactly what she should be doing. It seemed to have the right effect though as the little girl smiled brightly and wrapped her arms around the demon's neck. Shocked but oddly content with the embrace, Maze patted Trixie' back like she'd seen on television. This was all so new to her.
"Good. I don't like seeing Lucifer hurt." She pulled back, and Maze could see the tears building once more. "He's my friend."
Maze pulled her close once more, the need to make this child smile was overwhelming. "Mine too. We'll figure this out."
Leaning closer to the demon's ear, Trixie whispered. "We need to get him back to grown up Lucifer so he and my mom can be together."
"What's that?" Lucifer interrupted from his slouched position on the sofa.
"Nothing." Came the innocent response from Maze and Trixie. Both sharing a mischievous grin.
Chloe walked over with a glass of water and painkillers. "Here try these."
Once again Lucifer grumbled about humans and their bloody emotions crippling him before doing as he was told and taking the pills. He even opened his mouth after to show her he'd taken them, like the good Devil that he was.
"Maze," he called out, cracking open one eye because for some reason that seemed to help dull the pounding pain in his head. "We need to find out where my mother is. She escaped from hell and my dad wants me to get her back."
Maze' eyes widened in surprise. "She escaped? When?"
"I'd imagine at the same time Amenadiel was stabbed. She must have used that window of opportunity to make her escape."
With an almost motherly affection the Demon trailed her fingers through his dark hair and then tenderly grazed his cheek with her finger tips. She pressed her lips to his forehead before standing in front of him. "I will find her. We'll put her back where she belongs and then we'll figure out how to fix this."
Lucifer' eyes flashed red. "Damn right we will."
Maze nodded, and on her way to the door she spoke quietly with Chloe then left, the door clicking softly behind her.
"What did she say?" the young Devil asked.
"She told me to keep you safe." Chloe strode toward him with a small smile playing at her lips. "And to keep you away from the liquor."
He flashed her his most unimpressed glare and muttered under his breath about boring humans and tattle tail Demons. They really were no fun at all. Next they'd be telling him he couldn't smoke.
As if reading his mind, Chloe cocked her head to the side regarding him seriously. "Don't even think about it."
"Well, this is going to be a bundle of laughs," he grumbled petulantly, making the Detective laugh.