Deckerstar Oneshots: Book Two

I'm So Tired

Trixie and her mom usually got along pretty well. Usually. After Dan's death, Trixie started becoming more easily irritated. Chloe was struggling to figure out how to make it better, but with both of them feeling frustrated, it was hard. This night was particularly bad.

"I'm tired of doing all the chores around here! I'm a kid, not your maid!"
"Trix, all I asked you to do was clean the dishes!"
"And that's like, the fourth time this week. On top of cleaning the bathroom AND folding laundry."
"Monkey-"
"No! It's not fair!"

With that she stomped into her room and slammed her sliding door. She grabbed her backpack and packed a few days worth of clothes. She was leaving tonight.

Her mom tried to come in, but Trixie just ignore her. The backpack lay hidden waiting for a time when she could escape quietly. Around seven-thirty that happened. Chloe went to shower, and as soon as the water started running, Trixie grabbed her pack and left.

Tears were streaming down her face when she finally reached her destination. The elevator dinged and she stepped out sobbing loudly. Lucifer was cleaning his counters when the young girl walked in, but upon seeing her in such a state dropped everything to make sure she was okay.

"Trixie what's wrong? And where's you mother?"

She didn't respond, but instead hugged Lucifer and sobbed into his chest. Pain struck in Lucifer's chest. He didn't like most kids, but seeing Trixie this way absolutely destroyed him. He walked them over to the couch and then sat them down. Trixie cried for a few more minutes before it became the awkward after sniffles. They sat there for a few more minutes until Lucifer deemed it safe to start asking question. He rubbed her back gently to keep her calm.

"You ready to tell me what's going on?"

Trixie sniffed and pulled away from his chest before beginning.

"I got into a huge fight with my mom and I just couldn't stay there, so I came here. You always make me feel better."
"Why were you fighting?"
"Some stupid argument over dishes. But, I wasn't mad about the dishes I just... I'm so tired Lucifer. I miss my dad, I'm having to grow up so fast, and my relationship with my mom has hit a bump and I'm just so tired."

Tears started streaming down her face again, so Lucifer pulled her back into a hug. He rubbed her back and kept telling her 'it's okay'.

"I get it. Family is complex and exhausting. You know the great thing about your mom though? She's understanding, and if you just told her what was happening, she'd help make you feel better. And hey, if you're not feeling that... well I know I'm not Dan, and by no means could I ever replace him, but I will always be here for you. No matter what."

Trixie nodded. Still leaned into Lucifer, they sat still for a while. Lucifer then tried to talk, but came to the realization that the child was asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he lied down and pulled her with him.

Chloe was frantic when she realized her daughter was gone. She tried calling Lucifer but to no avail. So grabbing her keys and a coat, she jumped into her car and sped to Lux. The ride up was too slow for her liking, but when the elevator dinged and opened, the apartment was fairly dark.

Just enough light was emitting from the bar so that she could see. She walked slowly into the penthouse, and once she reached the couch, she saw Lucifer and Trixie both fast asleep. Trixie was on top of Lucifer with her arms wrapped around him and his around her.

She exhaled a sigh of relief before smiling at the two and grabbing a blanket to cover them. After that, she dawned the shirt she'd claimed as her, and got into bed.

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Here's some more of that pent up angst I have. Also, at the time or writing this, I just got back from a wedding where a dad called his daughter monkey as a nickname, and I am not okay. Anyways, grammar, spelling, ideas!