Okay y'all. I made some changes to this chapter because I felt like it was going to fast, and also I haven't really been watching Lucifer lately so I only know what happened in the first season, but I'm planning on getting caught up with the series.

ALSO, I am SO sorry for not updating this story. I didn't really lose interest but I had a hard time coming up with stuff to happen. I also really wanted to keep Chloe in it some how and I'm still trying to figure out how.

Warning: There is a part in this story where a character is put under pressure to use drugs. It's not really intense but still, if anyone has had a problem with using, please proceed with caution!

'It's been over 2 weeks! Where is he?' Lucifer was starting to get antsy.

'He said he would come back.'

Lucifer, dare he say, was missing his new friend. He felt something flutter in his chest. He took another sip of his drink pondering this new feeling.

"Lucifer! Where have you been?! Your party is going great and you're up here drinking alone?!" Maze busted into his condo.

He sighed, "Maze, darling. Calm down. I'm just not in the mood to be in such a rowdy crowd tonight."

"You? You don't want to be at your own party? What is going on here?!" Maze was very pissed. Lucifer took another sip from his drink. "I am sorry if you feel angry towards me Maze, but even the Devil himself needs a break sometime." Lucifer smirked.

"Is is Decker? Is she the reason why you're acting strange?" Maze demanded.

She had noticed Lucifer's mood lately and demanded answers.

"Maze." Lucifer said with a stern face, almost immediately shutting the demon up. Even if she was worried she knew not to cross a certain line with him. She wasn't stupid.

Lucifer was still drawn to Chloe, yes, she was strange indeed. Immune to his powers, fearless, kind, and smart. Of course he had not forgotten about her, but he knew she could never understand him for who he really is. He realized this after his chance encounter with Michael. The way he spoke of the Devil like he was speaking of an old friend had fascinated Lucifer in a way Chloe hadn't.

Maze glared at him with so much hate Lucifer almost cringed. "I'm trying to help you Lucifer." She whispered. With that she walked out of his room, slamming the door shut behind her.

Lucifer grabbed his jacket. Slipping it on, he lit a cigarette and walked out of his condo.

He figured he should at least make an appearance not because he was hoping he would see Michael.

"Dammit. No! I'm done with that shit, I told you!" Michael tried hard not to throw his phone across the room.

"Come on, Mike! One more time won't kill you." His 'friend' said, trying to convince Michael to bend to his will.

"No. Don't call me again, E."

"Mikey, don't be li-" Michael ended the call. He didn't need this shit right now.

Michael then took a deep breath and got up from his couch. Shoving his phone in his pocket, he looked around and grabbed his jacket off the top of his TV. The antenna getting knocked to the floor in the process.

"Some fucking friend he is..." Michael mumbled walking out of his apartment, slamming the door. Michael knew that his 'friend' was crazy enough to show up at his house. Unless he fancied being arrested for harassment.

Michael didn't realize where he was going until he was in the middle of the raging dance floor. The music sounded muffled somehow. The ugly press of sweating bodies all around him.

He made his way over to the bar. Pushing past the bodies. Taking a seat he lit a cigarette. Taking a deep inhale he felt a familiar warm sensation go up his back.

"Looks who's finally returned!" That voice. Michael smiled softly.

"I'm sorry I've been out for a while. Had a lot of shit to take care of." Michael nervously laughed, hoping that Lucifer wouldn't see under it.

But he did.

Lucifer took his own seat next to Michael. "I'm happy to see you back!" Lucifer glanced around. He felt a sudden urge to go somewhere private with Michael to he didn't want to scare Michael off.

"So, what brings you back to my humble club? Not feeling lonely again, are you?"

"Just blowing off some steam. I had a rough day." Another drag of his cigarette.

Lucifer knew something was off about his friend tonight. After not seeing him for what felt like years he wanted nothing more than to question Michael, but he felt that Michael will share when he felt necessary.

"So, how is your night going?" Lucifer was pulled out of his thoughts when Michael spoke.

"Quite boring up until now. Nobody interesting enough to engage in. Yourself?"

"Eh. I've had better nights. It's bearable now." Michael chuckled nervously, rubbing his arm. It's never going to go away. A little voice in the back of his head whispered. He downed his drink. Trying to make the feeling go away.

"I have thought about what you said the other night. About our whole conversation. And I was hoping to continue it." Lucifer brought up, trying to get the passion back in Michael's eyes. The passion he saw when he was talking about his belief.

"You mean about the Devil?" Michael asked, knowing that that was it.

Lucifer nodded his head. "I have to ask you something, friend."

"What is it?" Michael asked.

"What if you met the Devil in real life? How would you feel if you found out that he isn't as good as you think he is?" Lucifer asked, nervous of Michael's answer.

"I never said he was necessarily good. I'm not good ether, but that doesn't make me bad. It makes me human. To me the Devil is not going to waste his time making humans do evil things. They would do those things anyways. Even the Devil has demons to deal with. He is the one Angel humans can relate to on a personal level. Not just a 'you're what I'm suppose to be like' thing." Michael explained, happy that he found somebody to listen to his opinion.

"And you wouldn't despise him? You don't blame him for every single bad thing you've ever done in your life?" Lucifer asked.

"Of course not. I made a decision. I chose to do the things I've done."

"What do you mean by that?" Lucifer wanted to know. He wanted to know what Michael has done. 'What makes him tick?'

"I-" Michael looks up and over. He observes Lucifer. He notices how serious he is. Sitting on the stool next to his, hunched over and leaning in facing Michael. That's when he made the mistake of looking into Lucifer's eyes. 'That feeling again.' He felt like he couldn't keep his mouth shut. Michael's hands were shaking at this point. The music blaring in the speakers became muffled and all he could see was the man next to him.

"I- I-" He stopped himself and forced his eyes to the counter, wondering where all his self control went when he was around this man.

"I just made some bad decisions in life." It was vague, but Lucifer understood not to push. At least not until he gained more of this strange man's trust.

"We all make bad decision in life, but it doesn't make us bad people." Michael continues in a low voice, so low that Lucifer almost didn't hear him.

Could that really be true? Lucifer thought.

As the night rolled on, they sat and talked about anything that came to mind. Lucifer proved to be a good distraction for Michael.

Michael liked his attitude towards life and found himself agreeing with a lot of what Lucifer said.

He smiled to himself and for once, didn't have a drink and he noticed neither did Lucifer.

As time went on it soon became 2 AM and Michael realized, with slight panic, that he had work the next day, and started rushing out apologies, telling Lucifer that he forgotten he had to work and Lucifer stood and offered him a ride home.

"Oh, no. I just live about 3 blocks from here. I'll be fine. I'm sorry for keeping you from your party." Michael hated that he felt like he wasted this man's time, but Lucifer had none of it.
"Nonsense. I have parties like this all the time. It not a problem. I honestly prefer your conversation to the excessive drinking and stumbling. It unbecoming."

Michael smiled and reached his hand out to shake Lucifers. Lucifer grabbed it and held on for a beat to long.

"Oh, I mean to ask you for your number so we can keep in contact.. I-If you'd like to." Michael asked, and looked almost shy.

Lucifer chuckled and reached into his pocket for his phone, he rarely used up, but for some reason he felt that it would come in handy one day and boy, was he right.

After the exchange Michael made his way out of the club, still feeling eyes on his back, but found that he wasn't uncomfortable. Actually, he almost felt content.

He smiled as he reached the sidewalk, going in the direction of his apartment building.

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I know the end seems rushed, but I'm in a hurry!

Thank you all for being patient with me.