"And you can't, you can't, you can't.

Listen to what people say.

They don't know you baby.

Don't know that you're amazing.

But I'm here to stay.

When you lose your way

and the fight is gone.

Your heart starts to break.

And you need someone around now.

Just close your eyes.

While I put my arms above you.

And make you unbreakable."

- Unbreakable by Jamie Scott

Chloe Decker

Just as soon as I open the front door to my apartment, Lucifer storms inside and makes his way over to the kitchen.

Rummaging through all the cabinets and drawers like a madman, he finally finds what he's looking for.

"AHA!" He says while pulling out a knife.

"Lucifer what are you doing?" I quickly move over to where he's now standing.

"Trying to test out your so-called-theory, detective." I sigh and shake my head. Lucifer has been in denial for the past twenty minutes, trying to desperately to think of anything besides the fact that he may well in fact be human.

Just as I'm about take the knife from him, Lucifer cuts open a small piece of his palm. Soon enough, his hand starts to bleed.

When my gaze meets his dark eyes, all hope vanishes from his features.

"Lucifer, I'm sorry."

"No." He says but it comes out more of a whisper. I finally take ahold of the knife, carefully and placing it away from him just in case he tries to something else irrational with it. "No. No. This can't be. There has to be a reason."

While he mumbles, I find the first aid kit. Lucifer barely even notices me hovering over him, trying to cover up the wound. Only when I accidently pull the bandage a little, he lets out a hiss.

"Sorry."

He shakes his head while sitting on the stool. "It's not your fault."

I can't help but think it is. If Lucifer hadn't said... he would still be... his normal okay self. Whatever classifies as normal to him.

"It must have been Michael." He says. "He was jawing on and on about his master scheme for him being the reason my life is the way it is now. He's responsible for this. It's his fault. It has to."

I take in a breath, while moving closer to him, I place both my palms around his face. Giving him a small smile when his sight finally focuses on something other than the air.

"I don't know what Michael said to you, but I can say this with confidence that he does not define your life. Only you can."

His frown deepens at my words. He's gaze drops. "How can you be so sure?"

"Because I know you, Lucifer. When you want something, you don't give up. You try and try until you've got it."

"Well, yes. But there has to be reason why all of this is happening." He slowly stands up, letting my hands fall to my side, but soon enough I'm by his side when his balance starts to betray him.

"Hey, I've got you." Before his face manages to kiss the ground, I pull his left arm around my neck, supporting him.

"Oh, Great!" Lucifer curses under his breath. "Now my body is as weak and useless as a-"

"Humans?" I finish his sentence. "Humans aren't weak."

He sighs, letting himself rephrase. "I know. I'm sorry."

Wrapping my right arm around his side, I start to think of where to guide him. The living rooms couch was out of the question because Trixie would be home tomorrow morning and I didn't think Lucifer would like the thought of his biggest fan waking him up.

The other option was my room. A year ago, I would have grimaced at the thought but now it's sounds kind of... inviting? How far we have come?

By the time I'm done deciding my options, I have gotten up the stairs with Lucifer and now letting him sit on my bed. An image I would have never thought would be possible. But here we are.

"Nice bear." He says while grabbing ahold of the light blue and slightly worn out Tim the Teddy bear on my nightstand.

I subconsciously start to pick at my nails. Why did I still have that stupid thing here?

I slump down next to him as I'm reminded why. "My dad gave it to me."

I even remember the day when he did. I used to have bad dreams when I was a kid and my dad thought the bear would help me sleep better at night. And it did work. It still does sometimes, at least whenever it doesn't remind me that I miss him.

Lucifer must have seen the frown now clouding my face, because he slips his arm around my back, pulling me closer to his side, while I wrap and arm around him.

A soft pair of lips connect with my temple and I close my eyes while leaning into him. I let out small laugh. "Hey, I thought I was the one who was supposed to be supportive right now."

Lucifer takes my free hand in his, stroking my palm with his thumb that immediately relaxes me. Plus, the way his hand is wrapped around me protectively, giving me a gentle squeeze, is comforting.

"We can both take turns." Suddenly his smile against my neck, makes me let out a small chuckle.

"We should go to bed." Getting some sleep wasn't a bad idea. At least with a clear mind we could start figuring this out in the morning.

Lucifer leans in and takes my lips in a kiss. "We already are."

"You know what I meant."

"Hmm? Are you sure? Because I could think of a few other things." He says suggestively while rubbing circles around my upper back that starts to form goosebumps.

"Not tonight. We have to figure out this mess tomorrow before doing anything." To my dismay I pull out of his warm embrace to the other side of the bed, hoping he would copy me. "Besides. I wouldn't want to accidently break you."

He laughs. "I'll have you know my stamina is still-" Lucifer suddenly looks down at his bandaged hand. "I'm not that fragile."

I sigh, already feeling my eyeballs meeting the back of my head. "You almost fainted when we were at the beach. You tripped on a rock on the way over here. And I'm pretty sure you are now squeamish for the sight of blood."

"That last one was due to a headache."

Slowly opening my eyes due to the light in the room, I realize my head is resting on Lucifer's calmly exhaling chest. The warmth emitting around me as his left hand his wrapped around my waist, including being under the warm covers, makes me want to go back to sleep with this beautiful man laying peacefully beside me.

But my brain reminds me that it's past ten and Trixie would be back from Dan's soon.

Carefully not to wake Lucifer, I lean slightly and brush some of his black hair away from his forehead.

He's so peaceful when he's sleeping, I could just watch him all day. I sigh in defeat but smile when I lean in and leave small kiss on his cheek.

When my black jeans and my favorite blue jacket is on, I decide to leave my hair down today and head downstairs.

Twenty minutes later and the smell of pancakes quickly roam the apartment, by the sound of heavy footsteps, it signals me that a certain someone has finally woken.

While I place some plates on the kitchen counter, a set of strong hands wrap around me while a pair of lips kiss the top of my head.

I smile at his comforting gesture. "Morning." I say while I let out a small squeal when Lucifer continues his kissing streak down my head until he meets the back of my neck. And after that I lost all thoughts in my head.

"Morning." His husky morning voice rings at my right ear which in return sends mix signals down my spine that my mind can't seem to shake off. Lucifer continues his path on the skin on the back of my neck until he finds my right shoulder. "Are those for me?" He asks as he slightly pulls at my shirt.

"For all of us." I answer him. I really hope he will try to leave some for Trixie this time.

"Bummer." He sighs and pulls himself back but leaves his hands wrapped around my waist a little too securely. "I guess I have to try to play nice and think about my brother."

In an instant, I turn around only to widen my gaze when I realize that the man, I just had been talking wasn't Lucifer.

"Michael." I gasp.

He merely smirks. "Awe. Did you think it was real?" He shakes his head and smiles suggestively. "Even with the scar, it's still pretty easy to fool you guys."

Without another thought, I push out of Michael's slimy embrace and scream my longs out like a banshee.

"LUCIF-!"

Immediately Michael's hand claps my mouth shut. "Now. Now. We don't need to wake him. Or do we?"

Without a second to lose, I bite his hand and step on his shoe as hard as I can. Which doesn't really help considering that he isn't easy to hurt. Makes me wish I kept my pistol in the kitchen instead of in my bedroom.

Michael doesn't even acknowledge my resistance. "So, how's lover boy now? Huh? More to your liking now that he's as defenseless as you?"

This man produces more crap from his mouth rather than his anus.

Before I use my last idea to headbutt his skull, a sudden loud bang echoes through the room right after when Michael groans, letting me go.

My gaze meets the right pair of black eyes. Realizing my Lucifer's standing near the staircase with a gun pointing at Michael.

"Hands. Off. Her." Lucifer's threating voice doesn't faulter for a moment.

Damn. You go, babe.

Michael, for a quick moment, examines his right side as it now has a small bullet hole in his black jacket. He shakes his head while turning to Lucifer. "That weapon does nothing to me."

"True." Lucifer says while setting the gun aside, not being able to hold back his smirk. "But I made you look."

In a rush, Michael has his hands wrapped around Lucifer's neck, pinning him to the wall.

"Michael, stop it!" I yell unable to think of anything else useful to do.

"Now. Now, brother. Don't forget what our dear old dad said." Lucifer says while failing miserably to detach Michael from his neck. "Wouldn't want him to hear that you neglected his warning."

"Always a snitch." Michael spits out but to my surprise listens, nonetheless. As he backs away a few steps, he lets go of Lucifer.

"Me. Never. Amenadiel on the other hand-" Lucifer coughs as he rubs his to throat clear up the pressure.

I rush towards Lucifer side, scanning him to make sure he's not hurt. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." He reassures me while wrapping an arm around me protectively. "Did he hurt you?" While glaring at his brother. This would be the moment when his eyes would flare up by now.

I shake my head.

Michael voice interrupts our little moment. "Fine. Let's not bring this-" He waves his hand gesturing to all of us. "up with father. Forgive and forget, right?" He says with fake smile plastered on his face.

"Forgive and forget?" Lucifer let's out a huff. "I'm neither Jesus nor do I have Alzheimer's."

"Always with the dry humor." Michael says.

"At least I have that and not your dry fashion sense." Lucifer shoots back.

"What do you want Michael?" I finally ask, tired of his presence.

"Always quick to the point." Michael gaze shifts to me before back to Lucifer's hand. "I want the ring and I will not ask a second time. As we both know, dear brother, that you're not as strong as you used to be." He says calmy but not hesitating to leave out the cold threat in his voice. Gesturing to Lucifer's sudden humanity that he probably now can sense.

Lucifer's gaze drops to his hand where his black ring resides. What does Michael even want with it?

I would assume Lucifer would protest, but he doesn't. Doing as Michael says, Lucifer pulls the ring off and with a last heavy look on it, he gives it to him after Michael snatches it from his grasp. Leaving a satisfied smile on his face.

"Happy?" Lucifer asks as he sees the obvious clint of excitement in his brother's dark eyes.

"Just because I'm smiling, doesn't mean I don't want to hit you in the face, Lucifer."

Lucifer nods. "And just because I tell you to go to hell, doesn't mean I want to see your screwed-up face there either, Michael."

Michael's face suddenly drops, not letting any emotion resurface again. "See you two on Friday." Without another word, Michael vanishes from our sights.

Suddenly letting out a breath of air I didn't realize I was holding in so long.

"What did he mean by that?" I let the question linger in the air as Lucifer's arm tightens around me.

"Bloody Hell."

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