Fuck you (not) (an applemedia fanfic)

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I walk into my shared apartment, val laying on the couch in one of his famous moods.
"Wheres vel?"
"On a date with oDeTtE." He mutters.
"Mm. I'm going out."
"Waiit..~" he sits up. "Stay with mee~"
"No. I already told you I'm not one of your toys. If you can't listen then I don't want to be here."
I walk out, closing the door behind me.
He's going to be PISSED.
I don't care.

I walk down the sidewalk, heading toward the one place I didn't think I'd ever go into willingly.
As I walk in, I see Al with a woman, she's an angel?
Wheres lucifer.
I look around, but don't see him.
Hm.
I'm here for him, but the one time I actually want to speak with him is the one time he's not up Als ass.
How ironic.
I'll just-..slip by hopefully.
I walk into the kitchen, there he is.
"Lucifer."
He turns to face me, setting down the dish he's doing. "What-? How did you get in-?"
"Its a public hotel. We need to talk."
"Yeah. We do. You know that Al fought adam, correct?"
"Yeah-? Watched the whole fight."
"Oh-..ignoring that-..Al got hit in his chest. And he's been flinching really bad at a touch to it."
"Huh-?"
"I was waiting for his mom to go back up to heaven to say something. But I think he's hurt."

That woman was his mom?
He's hurt-..?
"And if he's hurt bad?"
"I don't know." He mumbles.

Mrs. Hartfelt walks in, "oh! Sorry baby I didn't know you had company!"
"Its okay, this is vox,"
"Hello."
"Oh? Hello! I'm Als mother!" She smiles at me and I shake her hand.
"I just came to say goodbye, Seras out in the lobby waiting."
"Ohhh, okay, I'll walk you back," Lucifer says, walking out of the kitchen with her.
I follow behind and we all walk to the lobby.
"Hello, lucifer."
"Hi sera,"
She gives him a respectful nod, looking at Mrs. Hartfelt. "Ready?"
"Yep!"
They walk into the portal together and it closes, Al looking at the both of us confused.
"Why are you here.??"
"I was here to talk to Lucifer. But now we need to talk to you."
"...office. Now."
We walk into his office, he shuts and locks the door behind us.
"Whatever it is you two are planning, stop."
"Yeah, sorry but you don't get to dictate that right now." Lucifer says. "I wanna see the wound."
"What wound-??"
"On your chest. The one adam left." I add.
"Oh. So you're friends now? How grand."
"Eugh. More like acquaintances." Lucifer says.
"...god damn it." He mutters.
"Let us see so we can help."
He sighs, unbuttoning his coat, and the shirt.
A large scar running across his chest.
"It's starting to heal. I don't need help."
Lucifer walks closer.
"I can fix it.."
"What?" Al asks.
He pulls Al to his couch and sits him down.
"Don't question me."
"Wha-?"
He sits on Als lap and pulls his collar.
"And I'm serious, don't fucking drop me."