Chapter 3
A/N: A lot of thanks to all who added this story to their favorites and a lot of thanks for the reviews, SPCLjmm, kimberlychytil, Guest. Those made my day!
SPCLjmm: This story takes place between 5.05 und 5.06 thus Daniel (and also Ella) doesn't know. Linda of course knows.
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At the restaurant both former Hell residents made a beeline to their respective restrooms to refresh after their Holy Water encounter. Lucifer being Lucifer had already wrapped the restaurant's manager around his little finger and had gotten for his index-finger and face a bottle of disinfectant. Being the entire day in close proximity of his dear detective would provide the germs a wide working surface.
"What are you doing, Lucifer?" Trixie and her father asked in unison as the consultant didn't even wait for the girl to have slid onto her chair next to him, when he began to wipe some cool gel with a paper tissue onto her forehead.
Daniel smelled the distinct odor of hospital. "Is that disinfectant?"
"Sure." The Devil answered nonchalant and poured another surge onto his paper-cloth while the girl leaned back against her father and for once out of reach of her friend.
With a sigh the Devil reached gently out. "There is nothing holy in that water, child." He rubbed another layer of disinfectant over Trixie's forehead. "Only tons of bacteria and virus." Before anyone could interject, he continued. "Countless people come there every day and stick their unwashed fingers into that basin, which I doubt will be cleaned more often than Daniel does the back of the lowest drawer of his mobile pedestal."
"Hey, I didn't know that the banana had fallen from the top drawer down. I thought you had stolen it." When a horde of small flies began to populate his desk and a distinct smell made it obvious that something was rotting and it surely wasn't the torn to shreds body of the farmer in forensic, Dan had begun to take the content of his desk drawers apart. With a very unpleasant result.
"Anyway. Some epidemics in medieval surely originated from those germ breeding pits in churches. Nothing with Dad's mysterious ways for once." After the third rubbing and wiping of the girl's forehead, he was eventually satisfied. Dad beware if the Detective's offspring would fall sick and start leaking from her nose. "Hold your palms out to me, Urchin." With an even deepening frown, Trixie complied and made a face as her friend poured a good part of the bottle onto her hands.
"Why?"
"Your hands are sticky. That's why."
"They are not!" With a large scowl Trixie pressed her hands together, rubbing her palms together, the gel squishing out and running down her wrists and arms. Luckily her father fetched a napkin from the table and wiped the disinfectant off before anything could drop onto her dress.
"Seriously, man? The plague originating from churches..." Dan shook his head exasperatedly.
"As a Christ, I say yay Holy Water! But as a forensic lab scientist, I say ewww Holy Water!" Ella also held her hands towards her devilish colleague to receive a good swap of the disinfectant gel. "Actually, I don't wanna know what bacteria stems would grow in a petri dish if I had taken a sample."
"Thank you, Miss Lopez. At least one of you has come to their senses." Linda and Amenadiel began to eye their son's head with worry and Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Your offspring is half celestial, so you shouldn't have to worry."
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After the meal it was time for presents. Ella had gotten a with Charlie's name engraved Bible, Chloe a silver rattle and Trixie had gifted the little boy with a piggy bank out of plush – the little piggy with the slit in the back was so cute that she had gotten herself one, too. The baby was already chewing cheerily on the pink soft ear of the money saving toy in his carrier.
Before more mundane gifts could be handed over, Lucifer pushed past Dan and placed a neatly in foil wrapped basket with an opulent baby blue bow, holding three equally neatly wrapped small boxes, in front of the young parents. His face was excited and eager, as if he was the one receiving a gift, by gifting his nephew. He was almost bouncing on his heels – only almost – the devil didn't bounce and certainly not if the occasion had anything to do with honoring his Father.
With a smile the therapist unlaced the enormous bow and picked up the first in white and golden satin paper wrapped gift, carefully opening the exquisite shell. "Myrrh oil." Linda read the label of the small bottle baffled.
"It's for diaper rash, so he wouldn't scratch his little as-butt bloody."
Meanwhile Amenadiel had opened the second present and eyed his brother with a puzzled smile. "Frankincense sticks?"
"For you to gild that stench that little creature causes in the Good Doctor's house."
The final small package held a jewel case. Linda was a bit speechless when she opened it and a small golden wristlet with her son's name artfully engraved onto a small golden plate was revealed. "Wow." Carefully she held it up for Amenadiel to see.
"This is beautiful, Luci. Thank you." He helped Linda attach the jewelry around Charlie's little wrist. "Gold, frankincense and myrrh, huh. You playing Three Wise Men today, Luci?"
"If His little bastard got these presents, then they should also be fitting for your little bastard." For the countless time that day he heard his name being hissed and scandalized glares directed his way. "What?! The Good Doctor and my nogoodnik of brother aren't married what makes their spawn a bastard. Look it up in a dictionary, for Dad's sake!"
With a shake of the head and a chuckle on his lips Amenadiel looked honestly at his younger brother. "Well, thank you, brother."
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Lucifer could tell that something was bothering the older of the two children. Her trotting along with some distance was a rather obvious sign. Curious he fell back and struggled to keep his pace up with her short feet. "Why are you tagging along like you wouldn't belong to this group?" A noncommittal shrug was his answer. Human emotions were still hard for him to interpret and understand. "Are you jealous of Charlie's Baptism?"
Again a shrug, but this time she opened her mouth in a whisper. "Maybe."
"Oh, I see, it's the presents." He began to rummage in his jacket's inner pocket for his money-clip.
"It's not the presents!" Trixie said louder than she had intended and waited till the other adults returned their gazes back in front of them, resuming their way to the parking lot. "Maybe a little, but…"
Something was indeed troubling the child. "What is it, Trixie?"
It wasn't often that her friend would call her by her name, signaling her that he was serious. A frustrated huff left her lips before she explained a part of her reasons. "I already told you. I want you and Maze to be my Godparents."
If it wasn't for the boring bogus stories and not for the presents – this reason he might have indeed understood - then why would she want to become a sheep in his Father's herd, whereas she knew very well that it wouldn't influence her path in afterlife? "But why?"
A long moment passed by in silence. Her lower lip trembled when she eventually answered. "Mommy and Daddy are cops. That's dangerous." Her gaze was pinned to her feet. Her teeth worrying her lower lip as she contemplated if she should confine in her friend. "If-" She swallowed hard. "If something would happen to them, then my grandparents in San Francisco or Nana would be the only ones to take care of me." Tears stung in her chocolate orbs at the mere thought of losing her parents. But this scenario wasn't as farfetched for her as it was for other children. "I love my grandparents and my Nana, but I want you and Maze to take care of me if..."
"Oh." Something constricted in his chest. He knew the Detective's spawn was bright and far more aware what was going on around her than most adults gave her credit for. Her fear was well-grounded alone in the fact of her mother's hospital stays the past few years. The poisoning one had been a really close call. "Your mother's safety is my utter most priority, child." He reassured her as he crouched down to be more on eye level. His warm brown eyes held her equally dark eyes.
"You aren't-" She was about to say that he wasn't the Devil and just a normal human, but it was enough that she was hurting. It would help no one if Lucifer were hurting, too. She wasn't cruel and he meant well. "You can't be everywhere at the same time." Another thought struck her, as her new worldview and its repercussions sunk in. If Lucifer wasn't the Devil, then he wasn't invincible. She remembered the time when her mother had told her that she had accidently shot her devilish partner. This realization terrified her to the bones.
"I will do everything to protect your mother, Trix." Lucifer promised the child and also himself.
"I know." Trixie swallowed hard and launched herself onto him, her small arms encircling him, squeezing her friend as she knew he really meant this promise. Pressing her face into his neck, she blinked her new tears away and took a deep breath to ground her - burring the new fear to also lose Lucifer deep within, like Maze had taught her. She wouldn't show him or anyone else how terrified she was to lose the people she loved.
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A/N: This is kinda a prequel to my other stories "Devilish Christmas" and "Audience with the Devil". Both play in difference storylines mostly, but this story here works for both.
I also think that Trixie always believed Lucifer to be the Devil, but I actually had intended this to be a sequel to my season 6 fanfiction with a twist on Trixie having a believing-crises, before season 6 was released and thus I dropt that fanfic. But I think it would also work anyway. (I always thought Trixie would believe, until the scene with God, where she is surprised that he had never been a child. Here I got a little doubt myself (and also at her believing the lie about Florida), but maybe this statement of God made Trixie believe (again). ).
Originally I had intended this to be the final chapter, but while writing "Audience with the Devil" a scene didn't leave me alone which would bring the two stories together with a little pun. But also another idea for this story popped up in my mind all the while, too…