Please remember this was originally written after the Pops episode (1x10) aired back in 2016. The plot of this story will likely depart from current canon. This is just a rewrite, so the plot will stay the same, I'm only changing the words. That being said, I have added some new scenes.

I stopped watching Lucifer after season four and I'm not entirely sure I'll ever resume it. But I can't leave this story in the state that it's in, considering it's my most popular story (over 400k hits over 2 sites, like *what*?!). I've deleted the other chapters just because I don't want a weird mixture of old and new, so I'm starting fresh – although I will miss all the lovely comments on my old chapters. I aim to post one chapter per week. So far, I've edited the first four. I don't know if I'll rewrite the other stories in the series yet, I'll see how things go.


There was light streaming in from behind the gauzy curtains. Sensing it, Chloe burrowed her head further into the blankets covering her, trying to block it out, yet the small movement only served to rouse her further from her deep sleep. With consciousness came an awareness of the throbbing pain in her temples and the dryness of her mouth. As she moaned into her pillow, she realised the bed was too big and the sheets too soft to be hers.

Frowning she bit back another groan as memories flooded in: talking with her mom, texting Dan, Dan's reply, alcohol, getting in a cab, arriving at Lux, more alcohol, Lucifer… oh what did she do?

Hesitating, she snuck a peek under the covers only to sink back into the pillow with relief once she found all of her clothes on; except her shoes. Basking in the relief that she hadn't had drunk sex with Lucifer – and the confirmation that he would never take advantage of her like that – she sobered as more details of the night returned. He was going to hold this over her for the rest of her life. The line between them had blurred enough already, constantly spilling over from their professional collaboration into private lives. While Lucifer's attempts at seduction had grown more teasing as their partnership strengthened, Chloe didn't doubt the sincerity beneath it. What would it be like now that she'd tried to kiss him?

Throwing an arm over her eyes, she tried to hide from the mortification. How long had it been since she drunkenly kissed someone – or tried to kiss anyone? The last man she'd shared a kiss with was her husband.

The thought of Dan and the indignity of him ending their marriage by text made her want to hide even further. She would have to talk with Trixie about the fact that their separation had become permanent, which would undoubtedly be horrible.

Pushing back the covers, ignoring the roll of nausea brought with the movement, Chloe clambered out of bed and stumbled over to the door. She couldn't hide from her responsibilities forever, especially not in Lucifer's apartment. She also didn't want to give Lucifer an opportunity to come into the room and hover over her, taking the glorious opportunity to gloat.

Just because she had tried to kiss him, it didn't mean his attraction to her was reciprocated. Following the sting of Dan's rejection and the volume of alcohol she had consumed, Chloe would have tried to kiss anyone.

Grimacing, she cracked open the door and stepped into the hallway. Sticking to the shadows, since the sunlight made her eyes burn, she walked toward the lounge – where she hoped to find her purse – only to be stopped in her tracks by the sound of raised voices.

From within the depths of Lucifer's apartment, she heard Maze yell, "We had a plan!"

Moving toward the sound, Chloe caught the end of Lucifer's response.

"…and I became otherwise preoccupied."

"With her." Maze hissed.

"I wasn't going to leave her," Lucifer grumbled.

"She makes you soft. Weak. Vulnerable." She emphasised.

Edging carefully toward the study, Chloe peeked through the space in the doorway to catch a glimpse of the two. They were at the far end of the room, completely oblivious to her presence, positioned in opposition to one another. Mazikeen stood defensively, almost snarling with disdain, while Lucifer lounged against the window looking unimpressed. He was wearing his usual suit but had forgone the jacket, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up. In the morning light, he looked more human than he did under Lux's strobe lights.

"You're being corrupted by her mortality." Maze continued.

A flicker of annoyance marred Lucifer's indifference. "We've discussed this before."

"We have to go home."

Lucifer's back imperceptibly straightened. Pushing away from the window frame, he glanced down at her.

"That is not your decision. It's mine."

"And it's a bad decision." Maze pushed, watching hungrily as she provoked another glimmer of anger across Lucifer's face. "You don't belong here. You will never belong here. It doesn't matter what you do – playing the businessman, the benefactor, the detective – there's no place for you here. There's only one place for us and we need to go back there."

"I'm not going back."

She drew back, undeterred.

"Maybe that's for the best," she drawled challengingly, "if the legions saw how pathetically soft you'd become, they'd challenge you for the throne and take your head as their prize."

"Mind your tone, Mazikeen." His voice threatened, now low, rough, dangerous. But his voice didn't hold Chloe's attention, her eyes caught on his face; that face. It was the face of the Devil. Red skin, looking bloody and burned, eyes gleaming darkly, almost pulsating from the depth of their inkiness. From across the room, spared from their direct contact, she still felt as though she were drowning in them.

"There he is." Maze smirked.

"Don't you have work to do?" Lucifer sighed, his eyes returning to normal as the momentary anger left him.

Once they did, Chloe felt free from the power that had engulfed her and stumbled away from her hiding place before Maze could come across her. Hastening down the hall, she had an overwhelming sense that she was trapped in the belly of the beast as her hands ran over the multiple doorways until she found the bedroom she had woken up in.

Firmly shutting the door behind her, as if it were enough to keep them out, Chloe crossed over to the bathroom and splashed her face with cold water, trying to control the panic gripping her. It couldn't be real, and yet… his face. She'd seen his face; his real face. Her partner was the Devil. Satan. Lucifer. Just like he'd been telling her ever since they met. And she'd thought he was insane.

The nausea rumbling her stomach worsened as she padded back into the bedroom, cold sweat prickling the back of her neck. Deep within, some primal urge compelled her to run and she struggled to ignore it. Her purse wasn't there beside her shoes and jacket, but her phone could be replaced. There was a hide-a-key on the porch to get into her Mom's house, and Chloe always kept a reserve of cash at home so she could pay a cab driver with that. Then she'd grab Trixie and run for the hills, putting as much space between her and Lucifer as humanely possible.

Except Dan wouldn't let her take their daughter away. She couldn't convince him to go either, not after he'd destroyed their relationship, and if she told him the truth he'd think she was insane. Just like Chloe had thought Lucifer was, up until that morning. In a divorce court, a story like that could see him get full custody of Trixie.

With a sigh, she kept thinking.

Trixie could stay with her Mom for the weekend. In the meantime, Chloe would have to request a transfer to another precinct, then Lucifer would be partnered with someone else. Now that it was clear she and Dan weren't getting back together, she'd need to look for a new place to live. Somewhere near her new assignment. Dan would have to come to them to visit, but that was fine. They'd be far away.

And Lucifer would look for her. With his connections, he'd undoubtedly find her, confused why she'd abruptly broken off their partnership and fled without a word.

If he were inescapable, as Chloe imagined the Devil would be, there was no use in running. Yet, the thought of seeing him sent chills down her spine. She would never be able to look him in the eye again, for fear of falling into the hellfire contained within.

Finally – everything about Lucifer made sense. His insane feats of strength, compelling suspects to tell the truth, the scars on his back, how everyone seemed to succumb to his will, and the mysterious relationship with his brother. It should have brought her relief that the enigma of Lucifer Morningstar was solved, but it felt like a nightmare. The existentialism alone ripped the air from her lungs, and she struggled to breathe. Perhaps a more religious person would handle the revelation better, but Chloe's faith in something more than humanity had been strained at best. Suddenly, a new perspective of the world forced its way into her life: God, heaven, angels, hell… the Devil.

Sucking in a jagged breath when everything around her started to spin, Chloe struggled to walk. Adrenaline kept her moving, heading back toward the bedroom door to make her escape. Her crisis of belief had made her slow, however, and Lucifer waited on the other side.

"Detective," he called through the door, "are we awake yet?"

Chloe swung the door open before he could knock. During her existential crisis, the sun had thankfully shifted, and the hallway was bathed in blinding light, giving her an excuse to shield her eyes from Lucifer's view. Unfortunately, it also reawakened her forgotten headache.

Humming sympathetically, Lucifer said, "Feeling the effects of last night, are we?"

"Yes. Where's my purse, Lucifer? I need to pick Trixie up."

"It's in the kitchen. I thought it was wise, as I didn't want you making a drunken call to Detective Douche in the middle of the night. I thought I'd spare you a bit of your remaining dignity after his spectacular performance yesterday. Which, if I haven't made my feelings clear, was incredibly douche-like of him."

"Thanks, I guess." Chloe groaned; the thought of Dan only slightly more appealing than that of the Devil stood before her. "I really need to go though. I'm late."

"I should think Daniel could take that responsibility. If you think about it, it's the least he can do after his recent behaviour. I'd planned to make us breakfast." Even without looking at him, determined not to, Chloe could hear that he was smiling.

"I don't know where Dan is, but I'd rather talk to Trix before he does. Breakfast can wait."

Lucifer sighed, disappointed but not surprised. "Oh, very well. Where is the little devil?"

Suppressing a shudder, she said, "At her friend's house. I'm meant to pick her up at eleven."

With a glance at his watch, Lucifer grimaced. "We are cutting it a bit fine, aren't we? Well, I guess I can be convinced to run a few red lights to get us there in time. I have a tab open at the traffic court." He chuckled.

Chloe's breath hitched.

"Us?"

"Yes. You didn't think I'd abandon you while you're in emotional distress, did you?"

"I'm not in distress."

"It's nothing to be ashamed of." He assured.

"I can manage on my own, Lucifer."

"Nonsense. Besides, you didn't bring your car with you last night and you don't have time to wait for a cab. Let me get my jacket and we'll be off."

He walked away before she could try to protest any further.

Grappling for air, Chloe headed for the front door, cradling her head in her hands while she waited for him. She had another fleeting desire to run but stood her ground, not wanting to arouse suspicion.

"Look alive," Lucifer called, tossing over her purse. She only just managed to catch it. "You'll worry Beatrice."

He strode toward the garage with Chloe reluctantly trailing behind him, rooting through her purse for her phone. There were no new messages.

She followed Lucifer in a daze, which he hopefully attributed to the hangover and lingering embarrassment over her failed kiss. Really the headache had sunk to the back of her consciousness. Her mind swirled between Lucifer's eyes and Dan's text. To think, she had turned to the Devil for comfort. And tried to kiss him. Chloe barely remembered getting into the car until Lucifer asked where "the child" was.

Directing him to her friend Alex's house she barely tuned in to Lucifer's rant about the abbreviation of children's names.

"Honestly why do you mortals give your children names only to give them silly nicknames afterwards. Alexandra's house. Why bother giving it the name Alexandra, only to call it Alex?"

"Her." Chloe corrected, rubbing her temples and trying not to dwell on his choice of words: mortals. He really was something else.

"What?"

"Alex is a her, not an it. And nicknames are affectionate."

"Hmm," Lucifer said sceptically. "I'll still be calling your spawn by her full name."

"She likes being called Trixie."

He shot her a look, paying no attention to the road in front of them. "As I've told you before, that's a hooker's name."

"You really need to stop saying that," Chloe grumbled, sinking deeper into the car seat. "She's started to ask me some awkward questions."

"Speaking of your spawn, is she staying with you this weekend?" Lucifer asked, subtly enquiring as to whether she would see Dan or not.

"Yes. I was thinking about taking her away for the night."

"Where?" He pried. Chloe didn't see, still avoiding his eyes, but he frowned at her revelation, becoming increasingly suspicious.

"I'm going to talk to her about it first, but I thought we could go to the beach. San Diego maybe. She might like to go around the zoo too, it's a while since we've visited."

The more she said, the more the plan appealed. They could stay in a motel. It would put a few miles between her and the problematic men in her life, giving her time to think. A trip around the zoo would make Trixie happy too, something Chloe wanted before she dashed the hope that her parents would reconcile.

"You didn't mention that before," Lucifer said carefully, as they pulled off the highway.

She shrugged.

Pulling up to the given address, he barely put the car in park before Chloe leapt out of the passenger seat. Trixie was in the front yard playing with Alex, grinning when she caught sight of her mom. A grin that only grew when she saw Lucifer.

At the sound of her squealing with delight, Alex's mom hastened out of the house.

"Chloe."

"Lucifer!" Trixie was jumping up and down next to his open window.

"Beatrice." He responded disdainfully.

"Hey, Carol." Chloe greeted, plastering on a polite smile as she scooped her daughter up in her arms. "Thanks for having Trixie over. I hope she wasn't too much of a handful."

"Not at all, we loved having her over. She and Alex had a great time." Carol replied absently, more focused on Lucifer who was lounging behind the wheel. "Happy to have her over anytime."

"Thanks for that, Carol. I'll see you on Monday, I guess." She said, encouraging Trixie into the backseat. She was already talking her head off, telling Lucifer – unprompted – everything about her sleepover.

"You're dropping her off at school? I thought Dan usually had her over the weekend." Carol asked, moving over to Alex who seemed to be similarly enchanted by Lucifer.

"He has to work." She answered noncommittedly. "Have a good weekend."

Once Trixie was fastened in, Chloe took her seat beside Lucifer again. Still refusing to look at him, she focused on her daughter who was babbling with excitement. It didn't take long for her to ask the inevitable though.

"Mom, I thought Dad was going to pick me up?"

Forcing another smile, Chloe glanced over her shoulder to meet her daughter's inquisitive eyes. "He had to work. So I was thinking we'd go on a road trip."

Her smile was blinding. "Is Lucifer coming too?"

Oh boy.

"No monkey, just us." She responded before Lucifer would take Trixie's question as an open invitation.

"Where?"

"I was thinking San Diego. Do you remember going to the zoo there when you were younger?"

"The place which had the pandas?"

"Yeah, that's it."

"Cool. Is Dad coming?"

"I just told you he's working this weekend."

"Oh, yeah. But Lucifer will come instead?"

"No Trixie, just us," Chloe said sternly.

"Why?"

"Because I want you all for myself."

Reaching back, she was only just able to reach her daughter's tummy and tickled it lightly. Trixie giggled and dropped the subject.

As they drove back toward her mom's house, Lucifer stayed unusually quiet. He only filled the odd silences left by Trixie, politely asking her questions about her sleepover and school to prompt her back into animated chatter. Chloe was grateful she was so willing to talk for the three of them as, apart from the words – Jesus Christ, what have I gotten myself into – her mind was decidedly blank.

"Detective, would you pass me my sunglasses? They're in the glove compartment." Lucifer requested as he turned the car onto her street.

Without meeting his eyes, Chloe obliged him. She deposited the glasses into his waiting hand, careful to avoid contact with his skin. If she'd looked up, she would have noticed the suspicious frown darkening his face.

"In you get child," Lucifer commanded as soon as the car came to a stop, "you'd best start packing."

"Okay." Trix chirped. "Mom, are you sure he can't come?"

Mouth twitching with repressed irritation and anxiety, Chloe had to bite her tongue to prevent snapping at her child. After taking a measured breath, she said, "I'm sure, monkey. Now, get inside. We want to beat traffic, otherwise, it'll take us all day to get there."

Passing Trixie the house key, she watched until she reached the front door before unbuckling her seatbelt.

"Thanks for the ride, Lucifer. And for last night."

"My pleasure, Detective. However, perhaps next time you could try to kiss me sober?"

Both impressed that this was the first instance he had reminded her of that mortifying decision and terrified at the thought of a next time, Chloe grabbed hold of the door handle. She'd known him long enough to know he was smirking like a smug bastard.

Before she could push the door open, Lucifer snatched hold of her elbow keeping her rooted to the spot. He waited until she looked cautiously in his direction, settling her eyes on his chin, before broaching the matter at hand.

"You saw me this morning, didn't you?" He stated, tone flat and seemingly unaffected.

Despite the dread clawing down her throat, ripping the air from her lungs, Chloe managed to reply evenly. "Yeah. I stayed at your apartment, remember? Then you drove me home."

"You saw me in the study talking to Maze." He clarified, pushing the issue. It wasn't as though he'd tried to hide the fact from her before.

"No," Chloe answered warily. "I heard you both though. Mazikeen isn't exactly quiet."

Looking at her levelly, Lucifer tightened his grip. "Please don't lie to me."

She yanked her elbow out of his hold. "I'll see you next week."

Jerking at the door handle, her exit was impeded by the lock. "What the hell, Lucifer?" She winced at her choice of words but continued. "Open the door. Now."

"Look at me, Detective. Chloe. Look me in the eye." He implored.

"Trixie is waiting for me." She continued to tug on the handle fruitlessly. "We need to leave."

"Why? – because you want to get away from Daniel? Or because you're afraid of me?"

"I've told you before, I am not afraid of you. Now let me out."

"Look me in the eye, Chloe."

Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to look in his direction. As soon as she did, she jumped back against the door, shoulder colliding painfully as her eyes met the flames contained within his. Unconsciously drawing up her knees against her chest, Chloe pressed herself as far away from him as possible within the enclosed space. The second time she saw his true expression was more terrifying than the first, his eyes more hypnotic up close than from afar. Even within the setting of his human face, they petrified her but, caught up in their gleaming power, she was unable to look away.

She must have made some small sound of distress because his eyes morphed back to brown and he moved forward, trying to comfort her.

"Chloe." He cooed, attempting to reassure. Lucifer put his hand on her knee only to snatch it back as though he'd been burned when she flinched against the door.

"No. Let me out of this car right now. Please." She hated how her voice shook.

"You have absolutely no reason to be afraid of me. I would never hurt you. The whole time we've known each other, I never have. I've only protected you."

"But you're the Devil!" Chloe exclaimed, saying it aloud for the first time. It made it all the more real and her chest constricted again.

"Which I've been telling you since the first day we met." Lucifer huffed exasperatedly. "It's not as though I was dishonest."

Barely hearing him, Chloe muttered to herself. "My partner is the Devil. This can't be real."

"Chloe…"

"Let me out of this car. Right now!" She demanded.

"What are you going to do?" Lucifer asked quietly, watching her snatch up her purse apprehensively.

"Just what I said. I'm taking Trixie away for the weekend."

"And you're coming back?" He persisted, sounding worried.

Chloe snorted indignantly. "I have no choice. Dan's here. We have joint custody of Trixie, I can't not come back. I'd get arrested for kidnapping." She turned and yanked on the door handle again.

Lucifer rolled his eyes but persisted. He didn't dare stop for fear of never seeing her again.

"I don't care about Detective Douche. Are you coming back? Am I going to see you on Monday?"

She shivered, unprepared for the question.

"I need space, Lucifer."

"No." He said, voice unsteady.

"Everything I've ever believed and thought was true has just been proven wrong. On top of everything happening with Dan, I can't deal with this right now."

"There's nothing to deal with. Everything I've ever told you was the truth. None of this should be news to you. I told you who I was the day we met."

"I just thought you were insane!"

Lucifer threw his hands up in the air. "Well thank you for that, Detective."

Chloe exhaled heavily. "Look, I'm going away until Sunday night. I'm not sure when I'll see you, but..." she squirmed under his glower, "I'll call you when we get back, okay?"

"You swear?" He pressed.

"Yes."

Looking at her intently, Lucifer searched for something and finally relaxed when he found it. With a sigh, he said, "Fine. Off you go then. Have a nice weekend."

As soon as he unlocked the doors, she stumbled out. Before she could close the door behind her, however, he leant over and gently took hold of her wrist.

Warm brown eyes looking up at her, he held her in place.

"I don't want you to be afraid of me, Detective. I never want that." Rubbing a few small circles on the inside of her wrist before letting go, Chloe felt her heartrate calm for the first time since she overheard Lucifer's argument with Maze.

"Okay." She whispered, believing him.

Glancing over her shoulder once, Chloe continued up the path to her mom's house feeling incredibly weary. As she walked, Lucifer started his car and drove away, his gaze heavy on her back until he passed the house.

Trixie was waiting for her beside the door, bag packed and ready at her feet.

"Mom," She asked curiously, "did you and Lucifer have a fight?"

Bending down to her daughter's level, she pushed the hair away from her face. "No. Why would you think that?"

"You barely spoke to each other the whole time we were in the car."

Trixie had learnt that was what unhappy adults did, having witnessed it between her parents in the last few months of their marriage.

"It's just the case we're working on honey," she assured her, "it has everyone a little stressed. But it's nothing you need to worry about, okay? This is why we're going away, to relax for a while. We'll all have calmed down by Monday."

The lies came a little too easy and Chloe had to temper down rising guilt. She could hardly admit the truth.

Trixie nodded understandingly. "Okay. I just wish Lucifer could come too."

"Not your dad?" Chloe questioned. It worried her, that her daughter seemed to prefer the Devil over her own father.

"Dad only talks about work." She groaned.

"No talk about work this weekend." She promised. "We'll just enjoy spending time together. That'll be fun, right? We'll walk around the zoo, go on the cable cars, maybe get some ice cream." She teased, nudging Trixie's shoulder encouragingly.

"Chocolate ice cream?" She asked excitedly.

"If you're a good girl on the drive down."

"Can we listen to music in the car?"

"Sure thing, monkey," Chloe said, giving her daughter a soft smile. "Now, let me pack some clothes then we'll get going."


As I said in the beginning notes, I aim to update once a week. I hope you all enjoyed the rewrite, even if it came a bit out of the blue. Have a good weekend and keep safe 💕