Disclaimer: Luckily I don't own Lucifer, or otherwise someone would be permanently dead by now.
Characters: Trixie, Lucifer
Inspired by: Uhh – Random Word Generator...? The word was 'Enough', but somehow it didn't end up in the shot anywhere... xD
Spoilers: Anyone hasn't watched season 1 finale? In that case, don't read.
Additional tags: Slight canon-divergence; set a few hours after season 1 finale
A/N:Why, oh why do I always watch the newest episode so early in the week...? I can't deal with this one; and besides, my first 'Firsts'-shot has been destroyed by them dancing together. Darn it! ^^
I've also just realised that there's just one more week in November! I have so many ideas to write down yet...!
Promise me you won't leave
Mommy had tugged her into bed as soon as they'd been home and stroked her hair until she had fallen asleep. She had been so tired then, but now Trixie was wide awake after having a really bad dream.
She was back home, and everything was all right. It had just been a nightmare, nothing more.
Except that she knew that it hadn't only been that.
Trixie pulled her blanket up to her nose and deeply inhaled the familiar smell – home. Safe. But neither the smell nor the blanket were of comfort to her; and it was dark in her room and far too quiet and maybe if she reached out to switch on the lights she'd wake up and realise that she was still with that scary man and being at home had been the dream?
She felt her head swimming and tears welled in her eyes. She began sobbing.
"Beatrice? Are you awake?"
Light immediately flooded the room, and there he was, sitting in a chair beside her bed, looking over-tired and the slightest bit ruffled.
"Lucifer? Why 're you here?", Trixie asked, dazed with sleep.
"I wanted to make sure you're all right", he admitted and gently caressed her cheek with his hand, only to found himself smothered by the child hugging him and hanging on to him tightly. He pulled her out of bed and onto his lap and then rearranged the blanket around them both while she held onto him for dear life and snivelled, now fighting down her tears determinedly.
Trixie whispered into his shirt: "I've had a nightmare. About that man. And there was a gun firing, too..."
Lucifer felt her small hands carefully touching his stomach and he couldn't help but wince at the recollection of pain. Trixie's grip on Lucifer instinctively tightened.
"Promise me you won't leave", Trixie, a little while later, demanded in a small voice and they both knew what she was referring to.
"I won't", he answered in a gentle voice, kissing her forehead like he wanted to seal that promise and rubbed soothing circles on her back.
Trixie nodded sleepily and listened to his steady, strong heart beat, and as she drifted back to sleep, her grip loosened again.
Lucifer, however, held her in his arms the whole night long, that precious bundle of a human child he almost lost a few hours ago, along with her mother, too; a child sprung of the creation he once so despised, and try though he might, he found nothing but love for her in his heart.
He had meant what he'd promised. He'd never go away again, and if he was left with no choice but to leave, he'd fight for them – fight for his family – with all his strength until he breathed his last.
"We'll call it a deal, Beatrice", he whispered, "and the Devil doesn't break a deal."