I know this doesn't really fit with the rest of the story but I like the scene and it's an important plot point if I ever do dis-discontinue this.

*Does her 'Please don't sue me' dance* (Actually, it's more of a jig, but, meh.)

Massively unbeta'd.


Once, she comes to the cafeteria at 1 AM and he's sitting in his normal chair, in his normal position, waiting for her as he always does, with that ridiculously sexy evil smirk on his face, the only difference aside from

the time is that now he's smoking. Before she even finishes sitting down, he holds out a cigarette out to her, she doesn't even have to ask first. She tries to grab it but the smug bastard makes her take it with her lips, then lights it while he holds her chin in place. When he lets her go she looks at him, incredulous.

"When did you even get here?"

He shrugs. "Who said I ever left?" She takes a drag and shakes her head, saying as she lets out a smoke ring,

"Sometimes I swear you really are the devil." He laughs loudly, leans his head back against the chair and makes a smoke ring that goes through her's, destroying her's but leaving his completely intact.

"If only" he says dreamily. "Think of how much I could get done."

"You always say that." She responds. "What are you gonna do? It's almost senior year, you're smart and ruthless enough to do anything you want," he interrupts her with that same damn smirk.

"That's sweet. I especially like the ruthless part." She growls at him

"You know I hate when you interrupt me." "Fine, fine," he says, waving the hand holding the cigarette lazily, "I apologize for interrupting you, please, continue with this scintillating conversation."

She smacked his arm and he gives her a look that clearly says if anyone else did that, he would take a pound of blood and not even bother with the flesh. She kinda thinks it's sweet.

She continues "In about a year and 2 months, we are both graduating and getting out of this godforsaken hell hole."

He makes a small laugh "Hey, watch it, this is my home you're talking about."

She can't help but ask "Souix Falls or a godforsaken hell hole?" He gives her his smile that says 'Ask all you want, I'm never gonna answer so you might as well move.'

She takes another deep drag, grumbles and continues "What are you gonna do after you graduate?" He gives her one of his few expressions that isn't tailor made to egg people on, the expressions he reserves solely for her. He smiles at her sadly, takes a drag and says "Same thing as you, probably."

She glares at him, she's not sure if she should be angry or scared so she settles on a mixture of pissed and offended. "That's not funny."

He looks up at the roof as if it's the night sky, something he hasn't seen unobstructed in a long time. He's slow to respond, he takes a drag that seems deeper than possible for a human being, much less a human being like Lucifer who probably has a pack-an-hour habit. He slowly breathes out, not even bothering to make a smoke ring this time. It makes her worry. He always made smoke rings.

He said sadly "It really isn't, is it?" They've gone to the same school together for 5 years and for 4 of those years, all they've ever really had was each other. She doesn't know a lot about Lucifer and she knows nothing of his life outside of here. They were the only two students who never left on break, not even summer break and she could count the number of times he had even admitted to having a life outside of here on less than one hand.

In all that time, this is the first indication he's ever given that he feels more than just his exterior emotions of anger, possessiveness and a mischievous sense of humor. And she's reminded that he feels a lot more than he lets on, he's just really good at playing it close to the chest. She looks at him and she swears that his eyes are almost watery, that he's only a second away from crying but almost instantly the look is gone. He still looks sad, he's still showing her that he's not all surface, but his eyes are completely dry and even more empty.

She says softly. "I don't like when you talk like that."

He stops staring at the ceiling but still avoids her gaze, "I don't like thinking about it either." His mask is suddenly back up, all the walls intact again, but for the first time there's a tiny chink in his armor and she doesn't want to let this side of him go but she already senses that it's too late.

He says "So let's not dwell on it. The past is past and we don't have a future, so let's live in the present."

She touches his arm softly and he looks at her and as he (probably instinctively) pulls away not just from her, but from all human contact.

She softly asks him, or maybe she's begging, neither of them know "Please don't do that to me." The walls don't break but his voice does.

"I'm sorry." It's the first time she's heard him say that. "I don't want to, but I have to." And before she can reply he's hugging her and it's the best hug she's ever had, and judging by the way he's acting, she get's the impression that it's the only hug he's ever had. She feels completely safe with his arms wrapped around her and then just as suddenly, he lets her go and moves as fast as he can without running, going past her and once again she's wondering the question she asked him her first day there, the question that got her into his good graces.

The first thing she ever said to him. She stood next to him, looked into his beautiful grey eyes and asked him with just a hint of a smile on her face, "Who the fuck names their kid Lucifer?"


I like my characters to smoke because I don't anymore. Lucifer is my nicotine patch. My puppy dog eyes aren't worth shit so look at a picture of Cas' 'you don't think you deserve to be saved' expression and imagine that he's asking you to review. You don't want a sad Cas, do you? When Cas is sad, he and Dean don't eye-fuck and that's just awful. Misha Collins is awesome. Sometimes I doubt he's human because I don't think it's physically possible to be so, incredibly adorable and so fucking sexy at the same time.