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Every Saturday Lucifer would go to Liz's house and they would do something different. She took him to the movies and to different restaurants. Afterwards Liz would ask him if he liked it, like such an unimportant thing mattered. But it did to her.

She leant him some of her books to read. Some were books that movies were based on, others weren't. Lucifer found he liked reading. He read everything from Harry Potter to The Art of War. If the demons ever noticed his strange new pastime they never mentioned it.

The millions of people in New York still bothered him. It was claustrophobic. But whenever he started to freak out Liz would just lightly grab his wrist, and just like that they were the only people in the street.

She introduced him to some of the 'mythical' creatures in the city. He realized that these people weren't all that bad. He actually liked Liz's godson, Lionel MacArthur (who, for some reason, didn't seem to mind at all that he was the Devil) and his uncle wasn't so bad either. Some of the pagans managed to rub him the wrong way, but a lot of them were tolerable.

His introduction to music was accidental. He walked in on Liz playing a guitar. She had actually been a little embarrassed. He found out that, like her drawings, no one else knew she could play. But after playing a song for him and realizing that she had neglected to introduce him to music, she lent him her iPod. He spent hours just listening to her playlists. He found he liked rock, hated country, and liked some of the alternative bands she listened to (but not all of them). She was also really good at both playing the guitar and singing; but whenever he tried to compliment her she would blush and wave it off.

Liz got him a cellphone. They would text at all hours of the day. About what books he was reading, or what she had done that day (because there was rarely ever a quiet day in New York). Sometimes one would call the other and they would talk for hours about nothing really. Her voice was calming, especially after a stressful day.

Sometimes he would help her with designing new wards and spells. She taught him how to pick locks, and crack safes. It was their version of evening Sudoku.

She taught him chess and he always lost, but it was taking longer for him to loose, so he supposed that meant he was making progress. He was terrible at poker though; Jacks beat him at poker (according to Liz, that's how the dog got his name). You know you're terrible when the dog can beat you.

She taught him about history and modern day politics. He found Liz knew every little detail. Her memory was impeccable.

Liz took him to the Metropolitan Museum of Art where she worked. He knew next to nothing about art, but Liz seemed to have memorized every little detail. With her, a picture really was worth a thousand words. He asked her if she had ever stolen anything from this museum. She had laughed at that, even though he never meant it has a joke. But he found he liked her laugh, and the smile she gave him after.

All the while, something strange was happening. When they touched, he felt a tingling sensation on his skin. Sometimes he found his thoughts drifting toward her at seemingly random moments. Then while they were marathoning Lord of the Rings she fell asleep on his shoulder, and he finally understood the expression of 'butterflies in your stomach.'

He started quoting the movies and books that he'd seen in normal conversation. Whenever he did this she would immediately respond with another quote. And then she would smile, and the butterflies would be back.

Then one day they were sparring in the basement of her apartment building. Sparring was basically all out fighting with a partner to keep your skills sharp. Lucifer had gone easy on Liz at first; but then she threw him so hard into a wall that the plaster broke.

It turned out that they were pretty much evenly matched. But then Liz tried several hard lunges. Some of them broke through his guard and manages to leave cuts and bruises. The last strike left her off balance and Lucifer took the advantage and he managed to disarm her and pin her against a wall. He pressed into her to stop her from breaking out of the hold. Then time seemed to slow down; and he suddenly became aware that they were pressed tightly against each other. Their faces were only a few inches apart, and Lucifer was suddenly seized by the urge to kiss her. His head dipped down slightly…

Lucifer stopped himself. What was he doing? He took a few steps back and let her off the wall.

"Nice move." Liz commented. When they were the only ones speaking they spoke telepathically, it was easier.

"Thanks." They were both breathing heavily; it had been a vigorous session. It had been a while since he had fought anyone with skills that challenged his own. He guessed it was the same for Liz.

"All right, hell boy. I need a break." Liz said. She sat down, leaning against the wall. Lucifer sat down next to her, his mind still racing over what had just happened. He had almost kissed her.

She was a human. Most humans tried their hardest to leave a mark on the world so that people would remember them; they tried to fit into certain molds so other people would like them. They didn't understand that sometimes the world would have been better off without their mark; and that they may have done better if they acted outside of society's norms.

But Liz wasn't like that. Liz didn't care if people would remember her after her death, or if people liked her. If you liked her, great. If you didn't, you should go tell someone who cared because she certainly didn't. She was her own person. Liz was smarter than you without ever being a show-off or know-it-all. She always told you her honest opinion, even if you didn't want to hear it (the spatula incident attested to that, Lucifer had been originally pissed before realizing that she was probably right). She just did things to help people and never expected anything in return. There were an infinite number of things that made Liz different.

But it couldn't happen. Soon all humans would either be dead or infected with the Croatoan virus. He couldn't save Liz even if he wanted to; she would be miserable.

"You know, your fighting style is very similar to how Ross' was." Liz said suddenly, shaking him out of his thoughts.

"Really?"

"Yeah, you both are fucking brutal. I think you almost broke my arm."

"Sorry."

"Don't be, it's been a while since I sparred with a good partner." The corner of Liz's mouth twitched upwards into a smile.

"Yeah, same here." He smiled back.

They sat in a comfortable silence for a while. But the mention of Ross had brought up a question that had been nagging him for a while.

"Liz, what happened to Ross and your dad?" Lucifer asked. As soon as the words left his mouth he felt Liz stiffen beside him.

*SPN*

The question took Liz completely by surprise

"I suppose you have a right to know, I mean everyone does." Liz sighed. "Everything started when John and Dean Winchester visited New York…"

"Whoa, hold on. You know the Winchesters?" Lucifer asked.

"Well I know Dean. I've only met Sam once for a few minutes and he was nine at the time."

"Are you in contact with them?"

"No, I haven't spoken to Dean in years. But I know about the whole vessel thing. And by the way, speaking as someone who is a vessel themselves, it's so very not cool." Liz shook her head. "Can I get back to the story now?"

Without waiting for his reply, she continued. "So John and Dean were in town. At the same time chaos energy levels started spiking in the city. Then a few days later Dean went out to get coffee and didn't come back. None of us were really worried; we all thought he was out with a girl. But after a few hours John traced Dean's cellphone. He found it in a trash can near our apartment building.

So then we raised the alarm. Everybody was looking for him. For two days we found nothing. And then Morgan told us she had definite proof that Dean was in an abandoned warehouse at the docks. We accepted it without question.

So we were at the docks; Morgan, Ross, John, my parents, and me. We had to split up to search the factory. I found Dean without incident. As I was untying him we heard this really loud explosion and suddenly I got really cold. We went toward the direction of the explosion and through a window we saw my parents lying too still, on the ground. And Morgan stabbing Ross. I wanted to charge in there and fight her but Dean stopped me. He dragged me away and made me see sense. I would have died there if it hadn't been for him.

We found John and then, even though John didn't want me to, I called 911. Ross and my dad were dead when they got there and my mother was moved to the I.C.U."

Liz realized that she was crying. She hastily wiped the tears, hoping Lucifer wouldn't notice. No such luck. But he didn't comment; he only wrapped his arms around her. She leaned back against him.

"Is it possible she could have been possessed?" Lucifer asked

"No, I get this chill around chaos demons. I would have known."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault." Liz shook her head. "Sometimes I still feel like I'm still wrapping my head around the idea of Morgan, Morgan of all people, selling us out and joining the chaos demons.

But anyway, after my mom got out of the hospital she said she was going to take some time away from New York. She went to California and told me she would call after she settled in. She never called. She's fine; I guess she just doesn't want anything to do with me."

There was silence for a while. The Lucifer spoke up. "When my father first created the humans, he started spending a large portion of time away from home. I was alarmed by this; I thought that it would be disastrous toward the host. I also, admittedly, thought you humans were unworthy of my father's attentions."

"Wow, Luci, don't sugar coat it."Liz joked.

"Sorry, that was what I thought. Anyway I went to Michael with my concerns, and he beat on me. He said that I was a freak for doubting our father and that I was unworthy of the trust he put in me."

Liz noticed that his hands were shaking. "Luci, you don't have to tell me this." She said, gently grabbing his hands.

"Yes I do." There was a determined look in his eyes. "So after he was done 'teaching me my place' he stabbed me in my left wing. Then he brought me to Earth and left me there. I couldn't fly home because of my wing. I think it was supposed to teach me compassion for humans, being stuck on Earth. All it did was make my resentment towards them grow.

I was kind of pissed at Michael and my father. To spite them and show them how easy it was to corrupt humans; I grabbed a young girl and turned her into a demon. Everything just snowballed from there."

Liz didn't know what to say. There was a lot she should be saying but she couldn't figure out how to express how she felt. How exactly did you express simultaneous forgiveness and understanding?You couldn't. And if you could, Liz couldn't find the words.

They just sat there; with his arms wrapped around her, in a comfortable silence.

"You must be crazy to put up with me." Lucifer told her.

"You know, I could say the same thing." She said with a small smile.

Maybe she was crazy. She had realized a few months ago that she liked Lucifer as more than a friend. When she thought Lucifer was going to kiss her she actually hadn't minded. But it was probably wishful thinking; he was the devil. He wanted to destroy humanity. But that didn't stop her from liking him.

Liz had actually been happier these past few months. She had started rebuilding relationships with the people she had pushed away after Morgan's betrayal; she met Gilgamesh for coffee once a week and she got drinks with Athena and Sif every so often. Her nightmares had almost stopped. She could actually get a restful night's sleep. And she actually had fun when they went out. Sometimes she went home at night with her sides hurting from laughing so hard. Looking back, she could hardly believe that only a few months ago she could barely convince herself to get up in the morning.

Lucifer suddenly stiffened. "I've got to go."

"What's happening now?"

"Another one of the horsemen was defeated. I have to go find out…"

"Okay, bye." But he was already gone.

A/N: Hi everyone. I'm so so so sorry that I was unable to update sooner. I blame a mixture of finals, family commitments, and writers block. Also, my dog gave birth, so…

We finally find out what happened to the Holloways. I place that event as happening a few weeks before John disappears and Dean goes to see Sam at Stanford. And speaking of that; you were mistaken if you thought I was going to leave the Winchesters out of this! Liz and Dean actually go way back; but you'll find out more about that later.

There was also a blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment where Liz reveled information that will actually be very important later in the story. Did you catch it?

To all my American readers, happy Fourth of July! I'll see you next week (hopefully).