Week One

Chloe

Chloe sat on the floor of the shower, her knees hugged to her chest as she replayed what had happened with Lucifer a week ago. This had been her morning ritual every day since.

Lucifer is the Devil.

Which means Heaven and Hell are real.

God is real.

If Amenadiel was really his brother, that made him an… an angel? Because Lucifer used to be an angel too, right?

And if Charlotte was really his mother, what did that make her? A goddess?

What the hell was Maze? Her and Lucifer are so close, surely she was apart of this somehow.

Wow. She really needed to open up a Bible.

She had so many questions. Questions that she needed answers to.

Was she afraid of him?

She was a detective for a reason. She did not run from the things she didn't understand. She pursued them. Still, she was unsure. She didn't think she would ever be able to understand this one. She wasn't sure that she wanted to.

Week One
Lucifer

After Lucifer managed to pick himself off of the floor where he had collapsed, he went to his bed. Then to the bar. Then to the couch. Then back to the bar, and back to his bed again. These are the only three places he had been within a week.

Chloe was gone.

The thought killed him. If it weren't for his dammed metabolism, he would have drank himself to death by now. The only thought that kept him going was, At least she was alive.

One week had felt like one year. He didn't know how long he could go on without seeing her. She had helped him in so many ways, ways that he himself didn't fully understand.

She had saved him.

Then it dawned on him. Why his Father put her here, why He had put them together.

She was his redemption.

His Father was making him fight his Devil's instincts, and Chloe was his… influence.

Well, Lucifer thought, I bet you didn't count on her leaving. Thanks to mother's little game.

He stared at the near empty bottle of scotch in his hand. It was about to be the third bottle he had gone through today, and it was only three in the afternoon.

Suddenly, he straightened up on the couch, "Maybe You did count on it" He said out loud.

"You knew that the only way I would show her was if I were forced to"

He took a long drink of scotch, sat back on the couch, and tilted his head toward the ceiling, "Is there anything You don't account for?" He asked with a sigh.

Then for the first time in a very, very long time, he closed his eyes and trusted in his Father's plan.

Week Two

Chloe

Chloe sat in her car outside of the station, staring at the doors. The doors her and her partner had walked through so many times.

She had called out sick for the entire week last week, something she had never done before. She just couldn't be around everything that she was around with him. Not to mention she could barely stay focused long enough to fix a piece of toast.

Thankfully, it was Dan's week to have Trixie. Her daughter couldn't see her like this.

She couldn't stop thinking about him, and replaying what had happened. She reviewed every detail over and over again in her head, from the day they met until the day she learned the truth about him, looking for answers and explanations in everything.

They had shared so many moments. So many looks that were more than just looks, so many small touches that had deeper meanings than just a hug or squeeze of the shoulder, so many kind words and gestures, and then they had almost kissed.

She was so grateful for what he had tried to do for her at her father's trial.

No, it wasn't just that.

That night, she felt she was finally ready to fully open herself to him. She felt she was finally ready to accept the feelings she had for him.

But he was the Devil. What kind of person did that make her?

She realized in that moment that, no, she wasn't afraid of Lucifer. She was afraid of her feelings for him .Even after everything she had seen and learned, they had not gone away and she didn't understand. There was just so much she didn't understand.

How did she handle things that she didn't understand?

She confronted them, she told herself. Walking around like a zombie wasn't doing her any good.

She took a slow deep breath and exhaled, watching her breath appear before her. She hadn't realized it had gotten so cold in the car.

She made her way toward the police station, mentally preparing herself for what needed to be done.

Week Two

Lucifer

It had been two weeks since Chloe had left him a mess.

Two weeks, 5 hours, and 32 minutes to be exact. Yes, he had been counting every second that she was not with him. They had been apart before, but never this long, and never because she was afraid of him. Every second hurt.

But he was trying.

He got up to go to the bar for another drink. He had switched to bourbon after running out of scotch.

As he was shakily opening up a bottle, the elevator dinged.