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Characters: Lucifer, Chloe, Trixie

Inspired by: Sleepy Hollow, Season 2 Ep. 9 'Mama' (Ichabod having a cold).

Spoilers: Nada (surprise, surprise...!)

A/N:No idea if this is even theoretically possible – but it demanded to be written. Otherwise creative license applies.

I don't know where that much Trixifer is coming from! Can't get those two out of my head.

Only Coincidental

Chloe opened the door and found that she wasn't even surprised at the familiar figure standing on her doormat, dripping wet.

Lucifer, leaning against the wall with one arm and wearing an over-sized smile on his face asked: "Is Maze here?"

Chloe blinked and then asked dumbfounded: "You're here to see Maze?"

"That's what I said, Detective."

She shook her head to clear her thoughts – Lucifer not at her door because he wanted to see her was a new one – and scolded: "You know what time it is? Trixie has long since gone to bed, and you know very well Maze is after this guy for whom the LAPD offered a reward. She told you about it."

"Ah – yes. Must've forgot."

He made a step back and then stopped, his eyes closing for a moment. He swayed. Then he straightened himself and, despite what just had happened, smiled widely: "So – I'll be going then..."

"Are you drunk?!"

Lucifer froze and answered to both their surprises: "Actually, no. But maybe I should go back to Lux and change that."

Another step back, and again he stumbled slightly.

Chloe narrowed her eyes: Now that she really looked at her partner, she noticed his overly flushed cheeks and far too shiny eyes. His hair was dishevelled, his shirt only sloppily tugged into his trousers.

"Lucifer, stop", she called after him and he turned back far too obediently.

"Are you okay?", she asked and he only shrugged in answer.

"You'd better come inside", she commanded, "get out of that rain. You must be wet through!"

"I don't really feel good", Lucifer admitted through chattering teeth as soon as he was standing inside.

Chloe worriedly reached out and laid a hand on his forehead: "You're running a fever."

"I'm the Devil", he hissed through his teeth, "I don't get sick."

"Everyone gets sick."

"Well, I –", he sneezed violently, twice.

"...don't get sick ever", he continued his sentence stubbornly.

Chloe wasn't really listening to him any more: "I'm sure I have some old clothing from Dan lying around somewhere. You need to get out of these wet clothes. You can stay here tonight", looking him up and down uneasily, "I don't think you should get out again for now."

Chloe hurried off toward her bedroom.

"Mummy?" Trixie opened the door to her room. When she saw Lucifer, she tried to make her usual dash towards him, but her mother grabbed her shirt and stopped her: "Trix, Lucifer isn't feeling so well. I don't want you to get bitten by the bug, okay?"

Trixie sympathetically smiled at Lucifer and waved at him. Lucifer was too groggy to act his usual repulsed self and waved back at her awkwardly.

"Back to bed, Monkey", Chloe instructed her and Trixie obediently shut the door behind her.

Half an hour later, Lucifer was lying on the sofa, wrapped in two blankets, with freshly brewed tea on the table next to him and a hot water bag at his cold feet, wearing some old clothes of Dan's without complaint.

"If you need anything, I'll just be next door", Chloe said and started off towards her bedroom.

"Please", Lucifer, whose voice was sorely hoarse by now, "can't you stay here for a little while?"

Chloe sighed: She knew that tone. It was the same one Trixie used on her when she was ill, and Chloe couldn't resist it, no matter how much she tried.

She went back to her partner, pulled a chair close and sat down.

Lucifer's dark eyes followed her every move, though Chloe judged by how fast he was blinking that he was only barely avoiding falling asleep.

"I don't want to be alone", Lucifer suddenly admitted, sounding small and frightened and Chloe, on instinct, grabbed his hand which had been lying on the blanket and squeezed it: "I won't go anywhere, okay?"

"'kay", he mumbled, and fell asleep a moment later.

It's only a cold, she tried to persuade herself, and nothing serious. It'll be much better in the morning – he really does act like he's never been ill before.

Still, Chloe stayed until she was absolutely sure he wasn't going to wake up again any time soon; then she hurried off to go look for her air bed.

She really didn't want to leave Lucifer alone.

It took her quite some time to realize the bed she kept for guests must have been lost on the move, and when she made it back to the living area, she found that Trixie had sneaked out of her room, had scrambled onto the sofa with her own blanket and snuggled close to Lucifer, who had pulled her toward him in his sleep.

Chloe stared at her daughter and Lucifer so close together and marvelled at the way this picture made her feel. She carefully brushed a strand of hair out of Trixie's face and then checked Lucifer's temperature again, her hand resting on his forehead maybe a second longer than necessary.

Figuring they would most likely both catch Lucifer's cold aynway now Trixie had decided to go near him, she fetched her own blanket and crawled onto the sofa, too, which was a bit crowded by now.

Being this close to Lucifer was, of course, only coincidental.