Partners in Crime

6: Drunk

Alastor's POV

The rest of the day, I helped my little neighbor finish unpacking. I found out about his duck obsession. Strange, but it's kind of cute. Kind of. He has rubber ducks of all kinds. Every duck is a little bit different than the others. He had four large boxes filled with these. Now he has a special room just for these ducks and a workbench he uses to make the ducks. He was embarrassed to show me at first. At least it's healthy, I think. Maybe a little out of hand, but it's not crazy. At least his addiction is making ducks and not drugs or anything. What piques my interest is the deer looking one. I've always liked hunting deer. Quite tasty.

"Hey Al?" Luci asks from the kitchen.

"Yes, darling?" I peek my head in.

"Can you help me with the higher shelves?"

"Why put anything where you can't reach? What if you need something but can't reach it?"

"I'll call you over!"

"Wouldn't it be better to stick with your height? I'm not going to be here forever to help you out."

"You're not?"

"Nothing lasts forever, my dear."

"What...what if Vox hurts Charlie? Because if I can't keep her safe forever..." Lucifer asks. I understand his worry for his daughter. Especially after I basically pulled him into this mess. If I wasn't my charming self and if I didn't meet Lucifer, him and his daughter would be safe. Or if I never met Vox all those years ago.

"I won't let that happen. Not in a million years." I feel Lucifer smile against my chest. I stroke his long hair. I feel the dead ends and a few knots. "You need a haircut."

"I was planning on getting one."

"I can do it for you. I have a few tricks up my sleeve."

"Alright." I sit him down in a spinning chair, giving him a little spin. He grips onto the chair for dear life. I give a little laugh. He glares at me, but smiles. I grab scissors and start cutting his hair. Not hair cutting scissors sadly, but it's getting the job done. Lucifer wants it short, but not too short.

As I cut his hair, he babbles about his old marriage life. I listen to the little man ramble on and on how he should've noticed Lilith, his ex wife, was going to leave. Lilith sounds like a bitch.

"How did Charlie feel once she realized her mother had abandoned her?"

"She was devastated. So what if Lilith wasn't the best mother to her, but Charlie still loved her. Now I just don't want Charlie to grow up without a mother figure."

"I'm sure she'll be fine. She has an amazing father to take care of her."

"I don't know about amazing. Seems a little far fetched..."

"Nonsense! Amazing if the perfect word to describe you, my dear. Yeah we all have our flaws, but that's what makes you amazing. Sometimes we all have our moments we regret, but you're not human without a few past mistakes. As long as you raise that little girl right and stick by her side, you'll always be an amazing father. Trust me."

"Really?"

"Of course. Now how do you like your new look?" I give Luci a hand mirror and he looks at himself. His hair was sort of short, like he asked, and was slicked back. Almost creating a point at the end of it.

"I love it! Thank you! I didn't know you could cut hair. What else are you hiding?"

"Secrets are meant to stay secrets, darling."

A few days later

It's currently 1 am and I hear my rotary phone ringing. Who would be calling me at this time of night? I answer it with a tired 'hello' and rub my eyes.

"Hey my tall... man...thing. Fuck," Lucifer's voice says sloppily.

"Lucifer? What are you doing calling me this late? You should be sleeping, you fool."

"Mmmm. I don't wanna sweep. I wanna see ya."

"Are you drunk?"

"Ffffblb. No. Heh heh. Why would I be drink?"

"Jesus, Luci. I'm coming over. Just hold on a second."

"Yayymmmm." I hang up with a sigh. Second time this has happened. I wonder why he even gets drunk in the first place. Is it the divorce or the fact that Charlie is away? I rub my eyes and make my way over to my neighbors house. My legs and arms freeze as I walk over, since I'm only wearing shorts and a short sleeve shirt. Why does Lucifer have to be an idiot? I walk into his house, not bothering to knock, and see Lucifer laying in a pool of blood in the middle of his living room floor. His arm is bleeding quite a lot. I rush over to him.

"Stupid blonde," I mutter. He mumbles incoherent words as I take off my shirt, quickly wrapping his wound so he'd stop bleeding. How did he even cut himself? Why? Blood drops were everywhere. I find a little rag and use it to clean it all up. I find some bandages and take off my now bloody shirt and bandage the stupid guy up. I clean up the remaining blood.

"Your hair brownnnn," Luci mumbles.

"Great observation."

"I wanna goodnight kiss."

I stare at the little man, wondering if he was joking or not. He's drunk. He doesn't know what he's saying when he's drunk. Lucifer isn't like Vox. He wouldn't go crazy, unless it was making rubber ducks apparently. I pick him up gently and carry him to his room. He falls asleep in my arms, getting comfortable against my bare skin. I set him down gently on the bed and tuck him in. He does a cute little yawn before hugging a pillow close to his face.

"Stay please. I need you..." Luci says quietly. Almost like a whisper. His voice sounded slightly desperate. I smile softly at the pale man. I whisper an "ok" and join him in the bed. I'm going to regret this later. I sleep next to him as he dozes off happily.