A/N: This is the last chapter. Thanks for coming with me on this little "journey" through time in a different Universe. I would like to say thank you again for your reviews, favs and follows and I hope that this last chapter will make up for the waiting I've put you through.

Since you're been so kind with your reviews, I decided not to wait with this last chapter and publish it right way.

I would also like to address once more my thank you to Sop12345d for taking the time and reading through this, correcting my mistakes! You are really the best :)

Chapter 7: 14600 days

It had been 14600 days – almost 40 years – since he had left.

How many of those had she spent without even thinking of him? She didn't know anymore, couldn't remember large parts of those years anyway. It sucked to become old. She'd know that quite early in her life. But still she was glad that the powers that be had given her that much time.

Time to grow up, to have a beautiful daughter who at some point in her life had even granted her some grandchildren.

She had been quite happy for most of those years and those that didn't fit into that category were probably between those she had forgotten by now. There were so many good times, though… She had never wanted to forget those – although she probably had lost some of them as well. But there were enough of them left.

Sighing, she turned her sluggish head and looked out of the window. The sun was shining and somewhere deep inside her fractured mind, she knew that her daughter would be coming in later. But somehow she also got the feeling that she wouldn't be here anymore by then.

It was time to go.

In a way, this was a relief, since she'd had a hard time lately to pull herself together and the constant pain her body was in was slowly getting the better of her. She wanted it to stop, to end this. Only, she couldn't let go just now.

There was still something missing – somebody. And she couldn't let go without knowing what had happened to him because she never found out where he had left to - if he was even still alive. She still remembered him, their time together. Sometimes she wasn't sure if she actually lost any of those days they had spent working together. There still seemed to be so many left - and still not enough.

All those years had passed but she never managed to let him go.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Hadn't he always been there when she needed him most? So would he turn up now as well? Or had he long since gone himself? Really gone? She remembered occasions when her imagination had conjured him up. Time and again since the day he had left them. But had any of them been real? Had he really been there or had it all just been in her mind?

Maybe he was long dead and she simply never found out – never visited his grave, never got to mourn about what hadn't been.

"I miss you," she whispered before she took another – last – deep breath and finally gave in to the darkness. It was time to let go…

When her mind was already fleeting from her body, she could hear his voice like the whisper in the wind it had always been in her imaginations. His voice broken for the first time – well, at least for those occasions she remembered.

"I will miss you, too... Chloe."

~~o0o~~

It was strange… She had the distinct feeling that there wasn't supposed to be anything here. Still, she was standing in a somewhat large hall. An empty, gigantic hall to be precise.

There were mirrors on the wall, but when she stepped closer to one of them, it wasn't an image of the old woman she now was that greeted her. It was herself, mind you. But what she saw was a little girl riding her daddy's shoulders and laughing for all she was worth.

She smiled, remembering that day when she was… how old had she been back then? Three, maybe? How could she have forgotten that one? She looked so happy.

So she went to the next mirror that wasn't really a mirror and she saw herself at the age of four – her first ride on the bike without the training wheels. Somewhere further down the hall, she saw the day of her dad's funeral, the day she finished police academy, the day of her first wedding, the day her daughter was born, the day she met Lucifer…

She stopped at this one, a single tear rolled down her cheek. This had been one she hadn't forgotten over the years. She hadn't forgotten him. But now it was too late. Wherever she was, whatever this was, she sure as hell wouldn't find him here.

Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder and practically jumped at the touch. When she turned around, heavily panting, she squinted at the young man standing before her. Was that a dress this guy was wearing?

"It's a robe," she heard him reply, somewhat miffed to her unspoken question. Or did she actually phrase that one out?

"Wha…?"

What's going on here? Where am I? Who are you? What are you doing here? What am I doing here?

Suddenly, another voice joined them. Deep, but warm and… somewhat fatherly if she dared to call it that.

"What is she doing here?"

The young man before her visibly jumped at the voice and quickly ran to the back of the hall, where a part of it was cloaked in shadows. Curious as she had ever been, she followed him. They were talking about her, after all. So she did have a right to know what this was about.

"This is Chloe Decker," the young man tried to explain quickly.

"I know who she is. What is she doing here?"

"Well, she…" She almost started to pity the youngster for his stammering. "She… she didn't… I couldn't… It's not as if I don't want to…"

"What is going on here?" Chloe finally interrupted the totally incoherent nonsense the youngster was trying to sell as an explanation.

That was when she finally saw the owner of the other voice and somehow it didn't fit with what she had expected hearing the voice. For all it was worth he looked like Santa - minus the beard.

"Who are you people and how did I get here?"

"I tried to send her to the Silver City but she keeps pulling… well… you know where," the young man quickly interrupted her. "But she doesn't belong… there!"

Sighing, the old man shook his head and muttered: "Where's your sister when I need her…?"

Then he turned towards her, his eyes sizing her up and she felt a shiver running down her spine when he did so. Those eyes… so similar to another set of brown eyes she had been missing for such a long time.

"Send her downstairs," the old man finally said, still holding her eyes.

"But she doesn't deserve it, father!" Seemed whatever was awaiting her wasn't all that pleasant after all – considering how insistent this young pal seemed to be.

That was when the older man smiled at her, actually caressing her cheek for just a second before turning around and stalking over to the young man who was, apparently, his son. He practically towered over the boy and then he turned towards her one more time.

"No, she doesn't," the old man answered, firmly holding her by now frightened gaze..

There was this smile again and she could have sworn it was so much like the one she had seen on Lucifer so often.

"But I guess he does."

~~o0o~~

The next thing she knew, she was someplace else. Suddenly everything was grey… dark… the space cramped with strange looking pillars and rocks. But when she looked upwards, there was no sky. Still, she had the feeling as if it was raining. Only, this wasn't water, but something else.

Slowly, she started to walk forward. There must be something here. The youngster from before had seemed to feel genuine sorrow - if not fear - for her going to this place but except for it being really… dull… she couldn't think of any reason for this as of now.

"Hello?" she carefully called out.

Maybe there was somebody else here she could ask what this place was about. But there was no answer to her calling, so she kept going forward, passing doors that were firmly closed – fixed even with giant chains.

What was this place?

And then she came to an opening where suddenly her mind crumbled. Because he stood there staring at her with unbelieving eyes.

"What the bloody…. What are you doing here?!" he hissed at her. "You cannot be here!"

She was unable to answer him or she might have told him about the old man and the youngster from before. But all that came to her mind was that he was there and he looked just the same as he had the last time she had actually seen him. As if time hadn't had a meaning for him.

How old must she look to him? Astonishing that he even recognized her!

But when she looked down at herself she saw that her hands weren't showing the swollen crumpled up, gout afflicted fingers anymore. And when she let said hands slowly glide over her face she didn't feel the wrinkles that had been there for so many years now.

Probably not that old looking after all…

"Chloe!" he exclaimed again, this time stepping closer. His hand was shaking when he lifted it to caress her cheek, just to stop millimeter from it. "You don't belong here."

She held his gaze and even managed to smile a bit. "Guess I do."

And wasn't her heart just getting a lot lighter right now?

"This cannot be true!" Lucifer demanded once again when he took a step back, this time anger – a lot of anger – resonating in his tone. "There can't be anything you would regret or feel so guilty about you couldn't redeem yourself."

She smiled at that, knowing it wasn't true and finally she understood what had brought her here.

"I do have a regret, mind you," she finally managed to whisper.

"No!"

"Yes."

His eyes were flashing red when he stepped right into her personal space but she merely looked at him fascinated by it. There wasn't so much as an iota of fear inside her at that moment. She could never be afraid of him. Not after… everything she had lived through over the years..

"What could you possibly regret this much to end up here?!" he howled at her.

"I never answered your question."

"What…?" This time she had him stopped dead in his tracks. And wasn't that a first? Had she ever been able to render him speechless before?

"That mind thingy, you used to work on everyone…?"

She could see the recognition flitter in his eyes, replacing the red shimmering when he took a step back. He used to love a good game, so she still hoped he would take her up on this one. She just had to go through with this. Finally. It had been in waiting for way too long.

"Well then… Chloe… What is it that you truly desire?"

While she was sure that his mojo still didn't work for her, she stepped closer, her hands coming to rest on his chest. How long had she been wishing to feel his touch again? For real and not in her hazy imagination… never knowing if it was real or if she'd been going crazy over the years.

"To choose the right man this time."

It took him a moment to fully understand her words, but when he did, he smiled deeply and pulled her closer.

"Worth waiting the millennia…" he whispered when he finally leaned in to give her a kiss – the first one of many to come.

This was going to be the first day after all. The first day since she finally took the right choice.

A/N: Well, it took a while but now they can finally stay together for all eternity. Hope they don't get bored of each other ;) Yeah well, I know it's a bit cheesy in the end but I wanted them to be together forever - and not her dying one day and going to a place where he can't follow. This seemed like a good way, even if it took them 40 years.

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