Disclaimer: Since I don't own Lucifer, none of this has happened, and that's probably for the best.
Characters: Chloe, Amenadiel
Additional tags: Canon-divergence
A/N:This comes after 'Goner' but before 'For Her Sake'. This canon-divergence Sequence will be continued one more time. The chapter will be called 'Blurred', by the way.
Also, I apologize for the end... I'm a bad person who loves Sequences way too much.
A Deal Made
Chloe is waiting impatiently, checking her watch every few seconds. He should be here by now. Maybe, she muses, she shouldn't have allowed Maze to contact him – but Chloe wouldn't have known where to find him anyway.
Its been five days since she's spoken to Linda, and after this conversation, she can't shake the feeling that there's something she needs even more than what Linda has suggested, something that is more important for the Detective than closure: She needs answers. There are too many questions left, and there are few people who knew Lucifer well enough to answer them.
So she has asked Maze, and the woman she has come to regard as something like a friend in the past weeks only smiled sadly and said: "You don't want me to answer this. You want Amenadiel."
This is why Chloe, freezing in the cold wind, is standing on Lucifer's balcony, trying not to think about the emptied out apartment behind her. She isn't sure why Maze insisted she should meet Lucifer's so-called brother here, but now she's here anyway.
The elevator doors pling open and there are steps behind here. Chloe turns around and watches the huge man approach here, his face as calm as usual.
He nods at her and then casually leans against the handrail: "Maze said you wanted to talk to me."
Chloe has been trying to figure out what to say the whole day long, and hasn't come up with anything. As a Cop, she's used to interrogations of all kinds, but she isn't sure how to ask what she needs to know.
A long, silent minute passes while Amenadiel looks at Chloe, and she gazes up into the empty sky.
"I'm sorry for your loss", she finally says uneasily.
Amenadiel only shrugs: "So what is it that you want?"
And suddenly Chloe knows what she has to ask. She hesitates one more moment, though, before she answers: "I have seen Lucifer get shot by Malcolm, and I knew he didn't have a chance. But Lucifer got up again, and he had enough strength to follow Malcolm through the whole hangar before he finally collapsed."
"I can't see your question."
Chloe angrily narrows her eyes: "I want you to tell me how this is possible. He was dying. He shouldn't have been able to move at all."
Amenadiel averts his glance from her face and looks back into the empty apartment, his eyes fixed on the point where Lucifer's piano had been situated.
"Lucifer...", Chloe's hands tighten on the railing, "An autopsy is standard procedure. He bled out in less than two minutes, and the bullet punctured his lungs. There wasn't the slightest chance for him to get up again, but he did."
"What do you think happened?", Amenadiel asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.
Chloe smiles bitterly: "At first I thought it was a miracle. But he did die after all, so it couldn't have been that."
When Amenadiel throws back his head and starts roaring with laughter, Chloe startles violently and stares at the man beside her open-mouthed.
He's still shaking with laughter while Chloe has backed away from him, her hands clenched into fists: "Lucifer is dead. I can't see what's funny about that."
Amenadiel wipes tears of laughter out of his eyes, "For once in his life, Lucifer acted out of something that wasn't selfishness... And the person he did it for has no idea what he did! Oh, this really is just like him. After all this time, you don't believe; you still don't know."
"What are you talking about?"
Amenadiel abruptly stops laughing and shakes his head in disbelief: "You know, he thought you so smart, but you weren't smart enough to figure this one out. Its not like he didn't tell you again and again."
Chloe makes another step back, but he follows her, his amusement gone. Something flickers in his eyes, something that makes Chloe's stomach churn. She's trembling, but isn't sure why.
"Lucifer made a deal to protect you: He promised Dad to return to Hell in exchange for your life, and Dad accepted."
Now it's Chloe's turn to laugh, but it is a dry laugh of disappointment: "And here I was actually hoping for an explanation – but you're just as crazy as he was."
Amenadiel becomes very still before he says, more to himself than to the infuriated Detective: "All I wanted for five years was my brother going back to reign over his domain. But now that he's back, I find I am..." He looks up, and Chloe sees a huge variety of emotions mixing on his face.
He sighs, shrugs, and then adds: "If anyone can bring him back, it's you."
"Bring him back?! You're even worse than he was! Lucifer is gone. There's no way he can –"
Chloe watches motionless while Amenadiel shrugs out of the hoodie he's been wearing and makes a casual move, resulting in two huge, silverish-grey, feathery things spreading out on each side behind him.
"Oh my – Please tell me I'm hallucinating. Or dreaming."
"Neither nor, I'm afraid." Another shrug, and Amenadiel's wings are gone, and Chloe feels a shudder of relief running through her.
She sits down where she is, just down on the floor, and concentrates on taking deep breaths. It is all true – Lucifer really hasn't lied to her, just like he had promised. Memories appear before her mind's eye, only loosely connected; all the things she has discounted as his creepy, metaphorical talk and general Luciferness; so many times he's looked at her like this and she had wondered why, and how he had reacted after she shot him, and the way he had... and, oh – so many times, and...
"Lucifer Morningstar. Is that, uh, a stage name or something?" - "God-given, I'm afraid."
Fighting down tears of shock, Chloe closes her eyes momentarily to regain at least a bit of composure before she asks, her voice wavering unsteadily: "And what is it you want of me?"
But when she looks up, Amenadiel is gone.