Sorry this last chapter took forever. I know it's pretty uncharacteristic of me, but endings are hard. Especially happy ones. Also Hollowing Souls totally took over my time . . .

(also i reposted it cause once again I forgot to change the names around. Ugh.


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There was someone in the room. Riley opened her eyes in confusion. The sky was growing dark as the sun kissed the horizon, casting long shadows across the room. A small noise left her lips, and the omega tipped her head. She wasn't suppose to have any visitors.

An alpha stepped out of the shadows, and Riley's wings dropped low. "Alpha."

"Omega." Michael stopped by her bedside, looking down. "Luck has fallen in your favor again, I see." He ran not-so-gentle fingers through her feathers. "You're alive after all of that."

"I'm sorry, Alpha." Riley tipped her head to one side, throat bared in submission. "I didn't want to die."

"You deserved to die, though."

"Yessir." Riley closed her eyes. "I deserved to die. But . . ." She took a deep breath. "I don't regret what I did."

A slight pause, and then a hand brushed through her hair. The omega initially flinched, confused at the affectionate gesture. "You were brave. Stupid, but brave." He sighed, hand still stroking her hair. "What am I going to do with you?"

"I don't —" A hand brushed across her cheek, and the omega snapped open her eyes. That wasn't Michael.

Lucifer brushed the hair out of her face, lips twisted into a confused frown. "Who were you talking to?"

Riley peered around the alpha, trying to catch a glimpse of the man who had just been in the room. "Where did he go?" she questioned, a small noise of confusion leaving her lips immediately after.

"Where did who go?" Lucifer tipped her face so she was looking back at him. "I've been the only one in the room. You were talking in your sleep." His frown darkened. "It was Michael, wasn't it?"

"Where did he go?" the omega repeated, mind still slow from sleep and drugs. "Alpha?" Her wings twitched nervously, and she hissed at the pain, instinctively drawing her arms around her to keep her safe.

Lucifer let out a long sigh. "Go back to sleep," he finally said, brushing hair out of her face. "We're going home in the morning."

It was two months later. Riley was curled up in her bed back at Lucifer's, wings pulled tightly around her sides, eyes half-closed. Like the rest of her injuries, they were out of the cast; unfortunately, despite the doctor's best efforts, they were shattered behind repair. The long arches twisted awkwardly to one side, rendering them absolutely useless. There was a knock on the door, and she heard it open before she bothered to look up.

"Hey." Dean leaned against the doorframe. "I was gonna go make breakfast. You in?"

The omega hesitated before nodding. She threw back the covers, hesitantly placing her feet on the ground. They held her weight with little protest, and there was only a twinge of pain as she straightened her back. The omega ran a careful hand down her spine as she stood, however, still cautious about movement. When she grew confident she padded after Dean. He was already out of sight, but as she moved down the hall and into the sun-lit kitchen she heard the omega humming an unintelligible song to himself. She hesitated in the doorway for only a second, watching as he reach into the fridge, before she crawled up onto the countertop to observe.

Dean straighten up and walked back over to the stove. "Pass me a bowl, would you?" he called over his shoulder, not sparing the omega a second glance.

Riley reached into the cupboard behind her and handed the omega a small metal bowl. She watched as he moved around the kitchen, making scrambled eggs and what could only be some sort of French toast. Unlike Riley, Dean knew how to cook, and he absolutely loved doing it.

Footsteps had Riley turning her gaze towards the kitchen doorway. A second passed before Lucifer stepped into the kitchen, blonde hair messy and feet bare. "Hey." He nodded warmly at both Riley and Dean, running a hand through the tangled mess on his head. Dean echoed back a greeting, but Riley just nodded her head. Lucifer walked over to Dean, lazily resting his chin on the omega's shoulder as he watched him cook. "What are you making?" he eventually asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Scrambled eggs. Cinnamon french toast." Dean pointed to each food item in turn, and the alpha nodded before stepping away. He sat down at the kitchen table, turning his attention to the newspaper which already lay at his spot.

Riley shifted in her spot, slightly irritated at the cold shoulder. However, she knew the alpha was only following the doctor's rules. She huffed at the thought, shaking her head slightly. There had been three, and while Riley had silently protested, Lucifer and Dean had been following them religiously. Riley wasn't allowed to go outside by herself, which even the omega herself begrudgingly admitted was understandable. However, she still found Lucifer's decision to lock all the windows from the outside irritating.

The second rule was that Riley and Dean were suppose to do everything together. As the doctor had explained it, it was meant to help her fall back into the rhythm of things, as well as provide support and guidance from the older omega. It was that rule that had started the daily routine of Riley being present in the kitchen at the crack of dawn, ready to help Dean make breakfast.

The third and final rule was that Lucifer had been to avoid initiating contact, both physical and vocal. Riley huffed again, pulling her legs up onto the counter. She hated this rule. Its intent was to let the omega take rebuilding of their relationship at her own pace, but in reality she only found his distance more painful than anything Michael had done. He was always willing to talk; Riley saw the way he would look at her when she was being quiet, but she just couldn't bring herself to speak up first. Not on her own.

Dean must have noticed her staring, because he walked over to her. "You know, you can go talk to him," he whispered as he reached into the cupboard behind her to retrieve three plates.

Riley shook her head. It wasn't her place to start a conversation with an alpha. However, upon Dean's insistent nudging, she jumped off the counter, wings going out to steady her. She winced at the dull pain and immediately pulled them back in. She crossed the kitchen, hesitating a few steps from the alpha, unsure of how to approach him.

After a few seconds, Lucifer looked up. "Yes?" he prompted.

Riley immediately dropped her gaze. "I, uh — Morning," she finally mumbled, scuffling her feet.

"Good morning to you too." Amusement lined the alpha's voice, but Riley could tell he was trying to hold it back for her sake. Her wings twitched nervously, and she winced as pain shot through her bones. Lucifer set the paper down, his amusement replaced by concern. "Are your wings hurting again?"

Riley nodded. "Yeah," she whispered, studying her bare feet. They scuffled nervously at the lengthening silence.

Seeing she wasn't going to speak again, Lucifer nodded. "Mm. Want me take a look?" He beckoned her over with one long finger, and Riley hurried over, wings curling down and out. She turned around, and felt herself relax when gentle hands ran over the arches. She felt loose feathers being pulled away, and her eyes fell closed at the feeling. Warm fingers soothed her aching muscles, but all too soon they pulled away. "I got a phone call late last night," Lucifer finally said when Riley turned back around. "They found Michael. Police picked him up the next town over."

Riley pulled her wings in tight, shame burning into her cheeks at the mention of the alpha. "They don't have anything to hold against him," she murmured. "His word against mine. It'll never stand up."

"I'm still going to press charges." Lucifer reached out, light fingers running gently through her feathers. "I legally still owned you. He had no right to keep you or to hurt you like that. He will pay."

Riley just shook her head. "What about Cas? Doesn't he . . ."

The alpha pulled away, crossing his arms in thoughtfulness. "He's given me all legal rights. He's still in Toronto, last I heard. Might have found a job." Seeing the omega's face, he added, "Don't worry, angel. I'm sure he'll come and visit when he has the chance." He motioned to the chair next to him, and Riley sat, wings pulled in tight, eyes downcast. Her wings still ached, and she cast a sidelong glance at them.

Dean walked past her, fingers ghosting over her wings in a silent gesture of comfort before he continued on out of the room. Riley watched him go, conflict battling in her gaze. "You can go with him if you want," Lucifer finally said, making the omega look up. "If it makes you feel better, go with him. It's okay."

Riley shook her head. "I'm fine here," she promised, making up her mind.

"Really? You heard what the doctor said."

The young omega shook her head firmly, turning her attention to the table in front of her. "It's okay," she repeated. "I . . .I can stay here with you." She looked up into Lucifer's blue eyes, soft with concern. "I like being with you. I know I'm safe."

A small smile split the alpha's face, and he reached out, a large hand brushing blonde hair out of her face. "You sure?"

"Yeah." Riley nodded, eyes closing at the alpha's soft touch. "I'm sure."

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Well, there it is. Hope you guys enjoyed, even if this wasn't exactly one of my best works. (It wasn't exactly intended to be haha). So I apologize for that part, but I do hope you thought it was half-way decent :)