Yes, more of the discarded plotline with Raphael and Lucifer. It's written in a sort of chat style because that's easier to write out than a full scene since I don't have to add in dialogue or movement cues for the characters or describe the scene or anything. I'm assuming you can guess who's talking. I don't remember the exact context for this scene, since I wrote it a while ago.
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R: Are you okay now?
G: Mph. What time is it?
R: It's been about twelve hours. Michael and Lucifer are still downstairs.
G: What for?
R: I assume to talk privately, or assure themselves you were okay once you woke up.
G: Not arguing?
R: I haven't heard anything.
G: That's a first.
M: So, er...I assume we all know why we're here-
G: You make it sound like we're staring a business meeting. Lighten up, Michael.
L: Are you alright, Gabriel?
G:...Yeah.
R: What about you?"
L: What?
M: They used some magic and fixed him up.
L: It's convenient
L:...I want to apologize.
G: Wh - to me?
M: We're here to put all our cards on the table. We're not going to be able to get anything done if we keep arguing about everything.
G: So we'll do the same thing you said the first time-
R: And how well is that working for you and Michael?
G:...
M: So we're going to sort everything out, however long it takes.
G: We'll be here for a while, then.
R: You're the only one who doesn't seem willing.
G: Even you two-
L: We've talked.
M: Gabriel, please.
G: You're serious.
R: Every bit.
G: ...What did you want to say?
L: About the Elysian - I don't...have an excuse. Any excuse. Gabriel, I'm sorry.
G: You're sorry.
L: I can't say anything more than that without making excuses. I know it doesn't do much, but - I had to say it.
R: ...Gabriel?
G: I get it, alright? Just...don't expect a while lot to change.
M: *sigh*
R: What about you?
G: What about me?
M: You left.
L: You what?
G: So what if I left?
L: You left Heaven.
G: So?
R: Why?
G: Why? I dunno, because everything went to shit after Lucy fell?
L:...Really?
M:...There were always meant to be four of us.
G: I'd say we sort of fucked up the getting-along thing.
This is super short, so I'm adding in another bit from this same arc. Same general idea. Warning for implications of suicide.
Gabriel hit the door one more time, but it stayed stubbornly closed. Hermione had copied the symbols too well, and he hadn't even noticed - he'd thought the magic on the door was just to keep the kids out of Order meetings.
Gabriel refused to turn around and look at his siblings.
"Well, that's just perfect." The voice belonged to Raphael - none of them had female bodies save her.
"They locked us in?" Gabriel could picture Michael throwing an angry glance at Lucifer. "How?"
"They must have copied the sigils from the other door I reinforced," Gabriel reluctantly volunteered.
"What did you reinforce a door for?"
"In case I needed to lock Michael somewhere." He said it casually, but inside he was coiled tight and tense.
Which also meant, when he felt a cool hand on his shoulder, Gabriel flinched away from it so violently that he flew to the other side of the table, in the corner of the room opposite Lucifer, whose hand was still outstretched.
This had the unfortunate side effect of putting him closer to Raphael, but better her than Michael or Lucifer.
Lucifer turned around, but Gabriel pointedly looked away, wings shuffling uncomfortably as he was reminded of his sibling's new 'apologetic' stance.
The problem was, Gabriel didn't think he was lying, but he couldn't reconcile this human Lucifer with the Lucifer who had forced an angel blade through his chest.
"What now?" Michael asked irritably. "Just sit here until they decide to let us out? I thought they wanted our help with Voldemort and his followers."
"Maybe they got tired of us avoiding each other all the time and decided to take the situation into their own hands," Raphael suggested dryly.
Lucifer snorted. "Shows what they know."
"If all of us were at full power, it would have been a bad idea." Michael was still standing like the rest of them, despite the plethora of chairs in the room. "But you two are still human."
Once upon a time, Lucifer might have reacted with disgust at being called human, but now he didn't even flinch.
"Why did you accept?" Michael asked eventually.
Raphael looked confused, but Gabriel understood.
"It was a choice between that and the Cage," Lucifer said quietly. "After another couple centuries down there...bow bad could humanity be?"
"You chose to become human?" Raphael looked astonished. Lucifer looked the other way.
"We were both offered a choice," Michael said when the silence began to drag on. "And I suppose we both took the same option."
"I don't remember how I became human," Raphael replied eventually. "I guess it was like falling, in a way, except without the fall."
"What was the point of making us all human?" Lucifer asked, hands clenching on the back of a chair.
"Maybe so we could see what we'd done wrong," Michael answered quietly.
They stood in silence for a minute until Michael sighed, pulled a chair out, and sat down. "We all know by now that humanity's...not exactly as we thought it was."
"Agreed," said Raphael, taking her own seat.
Lucifer exhaled shakily. "It offered...new perspective." He said finally. "What I'd done-"
"Don't." Michael interrupted, making the rest of them give nem startled looks. Ne took a deep breath. "We've all done things we're not proud of," Ne continued, "But you don't have to-"
"I do have to, Michael." Lucifer burst out. "Lillith least of all - what I've done - I couldn't-"
"You couldn't cope with it," Raphael finished, far softer than Gabriel would have expected her to be.
Lucifer's breath was huffed out, and Gabriel's perceptions of his older brother were really getting screwed over.
"This isn't - the only time." Lucifer admitted. "I was - I had more than one human life where I remembered."
Michael, who had been listening patiently [and since when was Michael patient?] seemed startled by this new information. Lucifer kept talking before ne could interrupt.
"Sometimes I - I dealt with it, sort of, but...other times I ended it."
What.
Gabriel was aware that he had a death grip on the table, but he couldn't bring himself to let go. All three of them were staring at Lucifer in horror, but his face was in his hands and he didn't see. Raphael swore under her breath in Enochian.
"Samael," Michael whispered, and Lucifer stiffened.
"I'm not."
"You are. If you hadn't Fallen-"
"Michael please...not now."
"...Do you regret that?"
"Do you regret what you did?"
"Yes." None of them had expected the immediate answer. "I - a thousand times over, I've told myself I shouldn't have done it." Michael's voice became almost pleading. "I thought I had to."
"I know." Lucifer put his hands palm up on the table and stared at them. "Humans...they experience everything so differently. They feel more than we do." He lifted his eyes slightly and then looked back at the table instead of Michael. "But I can't love them more than Father." He said the last word in Enochian.
Michael breathed out sharply, closing nir eyes briefly and then opening them. "You regret it," ne said finally.
"Yes."
Michael still looked distrustful of Lucifer, which Gabriel whole-heartedly agreed with. "Why did you try and kill Gabriel?"
Lucifer looked shocked. Gabriel resumed his death grip on the table. Raphael's hand found its way to his arm, and he didn't try and dislodge it.
"I..." Lucifer shook his head. "I don't have any excuse-"
"I wasn't asking for one. I asked why. He's your little brother, Lucifer."
"I know."
Gabriel was entirely uncomfortable with this line of conversation, but he didn't dare turn his back on his siblings to avoid it.
"I didn't want to." He definitely didn't want to listen to Lucifer sounding pitiful.
"Then why?"
"What's the point of this, Michael?" Gabriel snapped, and tried not to back down when both of them sharply turned their attention to him.
"What are you talking about?"
"This sudden need to defend me? I'm not dead. End of story."
"Not end of story," Michael said severely, but Lucifer looked surprised and almost...relieved? "He tried to kill you."
"I'm aware," Gabriel said. "I still think he's an ass-" He tried to ignore the way Lucifer's expression dropped. "But I'd rather not sit through you interrogating him."
"You don't think-"
"Just please shut up about me." No, I don't want to know why my brother tried to kill me.
Some time later
"When do you think they're going to open the door?"
Gabriel shrugged. "Maybe never."
Raphael grinned wryly. "If there's one thing I've learned about humans, it's that they're not incredibly patient."
"You're right on that point.
R: You've been avoiding Lucifer.
G: Oh, really? I hadn't noticed.
R: I'm not blaming you. I have been, too, a little bit.
G:...
R: It's odd seeing him like this.
G: Mm.
R: Are you avoiding him because of that, or...what he did?
G: What do you think, Raphael?
R: I think that he truly is sorry.
G: Yeah, well, he still did it.
R: You weren't the only one who was ever affected, you know. I thought you were dead for ages.
G: Don't start lecturing me.
R: I wasn't going to. I get why you left. I'm mad that you did-
G: You said you understood.
R: I understand. That doesn't mean I have to like it. What did you think leaving was going to solve?
G: I was trying to avoid the problem, not solve it.
R: It was really that bad, huh?
G: For you, maybe not. I thought being human gave you a new view on all of this?
R: It was a while ago, and I haven't changed that much.
R: About Lucifer-
G: How about not about Lucifer?
R: No, we need to talk about this. Do you think he's being serious when he says he regrets what he's done?
G:...Yes.
R: That's what I thought. I just wanted to be sure I wasn't being tricked. It's harder to tell...like this.
G:...
R: You don't want to forgive him, do you?
G: Would you?
R: I don't know. In your position, he'd probably have succeeded.
G: You're older than me.
R: You're sneakier.
G: Aw, Raphael, you're gonna make me blush.
R: I'm serious.
G: Do you think we should forgive him? What would that even mean? Bringing him back upstairs and pretending nothing ever happened?
R: Probably not. I don't think many would react well to Lucifer returning to Heaven.
G: You didn't answer my first question.
R:...
R: Do you think our Father would forgive him?
G:...Like I'd know.
R: Why do you say that?
G: Well, unless you've seen him anytime in the last few millenia-
R: You don't think you can guess?
G:...
R: I think he would.
G: The same guy who told Michael to kick Lucifer's ass in the the first place?
R: I think that was meant as a test for Michael.
G: A test?
R: You don't remember all the little challenges He used to give us?
G: Hardly 'little'. You think He was watching to see what decision Michael would make?
R: Maybe. It would explain why He asked Michael to do it.
G: So what? All this is just Him seeing what we do?
R: Maybe He tried to give us free will, too, and he was seeing if it had worked.
G: Us?
R: Well, I wouldn't call what Lucifer did 'following orders'.
G: So He tried with us, failed, and made humans instead?
R: I didn't say failed.
G: You sure as Hell implied it.
R: I didn't mean...*sigh* You're twisting my words.
G: Not really.
R: I know you don't like me, but you could at least pretend not to be blatantly hostile.
G: I'm not - *aggravated sigh* I don't like Lucifer. You're alright.
R: No opinion on Michael?
G: They did sort of try to end the world.
R: So did I. I'd say I made a bigger mess of it.
G: ...You're different.
R: You mean human? So is Michael.
G: I'm allowed to be a hypocrite. I almost died.
R: Sixteen years ago?
G: I take what I can get.
R: I understand why you're mad at Lucifer, but you're being too hard on Michael."
G: Am I?
R: Yes. And you know it.
G: Well, too bad for Michael.
R: He's trying-
G: They.
R: They are trying. It's not Michael's fault you keep pushing them away.
G: It's not as easy as it sounds.
R: You had an easy enough time forgiving me. What else is there to forgive Michael for?
G:...Raphael-
R: I think you're just not used to being around us.
G: What? *scoffs* Come on.
R: I'm serious. How long were you away from Heaven? None of us are used to being around each other again.
G: You and Michael-
R: Saw each other far less than you seem to think - but yes, we saw each other more recently, before any of us ended up here.
G:...
R: All I'm asking is you could give them a break once in a while.
G: Easier said than done.
R: Then start doing it.
G: You're not gonna let this go, are you?
R: I just think it would be nicer if we could get along.
G: You didn't say anything about Lucifer.
R: I'm still working on that myself.
G: Aren't we all.
..Well? What did you think?