[SPOILER FOR SEASON 2] This chapter takes place right at the end of "The Weaponizer" (S2E5), the episode where Lucifer kills Uriel.

So there is some angst but since it's Chloe's POV nothing is mentionned.

The best hiding place

Chloe was tired. Despite what she told Lucifer, she was still recovering from her car accident and so close after that she faced an other life threatening situation when she had to talk Kimo Van Zandt down. She felt drained of all energy. And having Lucifer to be so worried about her was emotionally exhausting. So when she finally got home alone, Trixie staying with her dad, Chloe dreamt of nothing but a quick shower and a long night of sleep. Nothing could interfere with her plan.

Usually it would be exactly in times like this that Lucifer would appear out of nowhere and require her undivided attention. And more often than not she would secretly be happy to indulge him. She doubted it would happen tonight though. Lucifer has looked … preoccupied when they parted. And one thing Chloe was well too aware of was that if Lucifer had a personal matter going on, the rest of the world would stop existing. Chloe couldn't decide if she was relived or disappointed. And as she entered her shower she decided that maybe she didn't wanted to know.

As the water ran down her body to wash the filth of the day, Chloe's mind drifted off. She should worry about her impending house-share with Maze or her new life as a divorcee but everything that she could think about was … well … him. Despite being his usual nonsense, Lucifer had looked genuinely concerned for her well-being today. He had this capacity of making his attention, when directed to you, quite … overwhelming. Chloe had no idea how he managed to be like that. Most of the time he was a self-centered man barely acknowledging anything but himself but on some rare, and all the more precious, moments he could look at you as if you were his entire world. Chloe sighted.

Suddenly as she reentered her bedroom, Chloe froze. There was a noise. A sound that wasn't there when she went to the bathroom. Something she could not quite place. She circled the room to find where it came from and was surprised when it seemed to be coming from her bed itself. She carefully lifted the bed-covers and found the source of the sound. Maybe she was wrong after all to assume that Lucifer wouldn't come. Well, it wasn't the Lucifer but a Lucifer nonetheless.

"Hey Little Boy, what are you doing here?"

The black cat was curled into a ball so small he seemed to be willing to disappear. Over the last few months Chloe and Trixie got used to having this cat visiting them at least once a week. He had big weirdly red eyes and the most expressive behavior Chloe had ever seen on an animal. On his first visit, Trixie had found him a resemblance to Lucifer and Chloe had to say that she understood why. Since then her daughter called the cat "Lucifer" and since the said cat seemed to like his name, Chloe called him that too.

Usually Lucifer, much like is human counterpart, was arrogant, well-groomed and a real drama queen. Chloe was not much of a pet-person but somehow Catifer (the alternate name she called him in her mind when a sentence with "Lucifer" would sound too weird) had wormed his way into her heart. Considering the time each Lucifer spent at her house it was quite a miracle that they had never met. Chloe really didn't want to explain to Lucifer why she named "her" cat after him. But tonight, as she looked at the little ball of blackness Chloe couldn't help but to notice how different Lucifer looked tonight.

He looked somewhat disheveled and shivering. When Chloe carefully put her hand on him he flinched away before curling once again into a smaller ball. Slowly she ran her hand on his body, searching for any wound that would explain his behavior but founded nothing. Chloe was not surprised. Lucifer didn't looked physically wounded, he looked … sad, lost, hurt. Chloe had the feeling that if he was human she would say that he was on the verge of mental breakdown. Could a cat be emotionally wounded? If any cat could though, it would be Lucifer.

And the noise she heard was his purring. He had never purred so loud. Chloe laid down on her bed, so close to him she was nearly touching.

"I read that cats can purr to ease pain. Are you trying to ease pain, Lucifer?"

A year ago Chloe would have laughed at someone talking to a cat but there was something about Lucifer. She was once again proven right when Lucifer crawled closer to her, as close as he could physically get. Understanding, Chloe curled around him, shielding him from the world. Lucifer purred twice as loud when Chloe settled her hand in his fur, rubbing small circles in his back and belly. This small gesture was smoothing her as much as it seemed to smooth Lucifer.

It felt good. Being able to make a difference. To protect. The human Lucifer was a surprisingly great partner but he sometime gave you the impression that he was out of reach. Catifer was here, just under her hand, looking like he could crumbled if she breathed too hard. Chloe carefully covered them with a blanket. She fell asleep before she realized, never stopping her caresses on Lucifer.

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