Generations's (Spin Off/ Book FOUR)

A Mothers Memories

This was getting weird. "Guys?" Suzy called, reaching the bottom of the stairs first as we went down to talk to Chuck and Lucifer. "Hey, how's it goin' in here?"

"Listen, I know I've been gone for awhile." He told him carefully as we put down our bags. "I've missed a few... million... birthdays—"

"Yeah, and the second your apes send a distress flare, boom. Daddy's home."

He shook his head. "That's not what happened."

And Suzy had another complaint. "Hey, these apes saved your ass. With the help of a half ape half, what did you call Time Lords? Glorified house cats?"

Lucifer scowled and snapped his fingers. Only nothing happened. "He can't hurt you."

"Oh, so you're controlling me now!"

"It's just a safeguard."

To try and stop the death glare that Lucifer was sending Chuck, Sam intervened. "Hey guys? Uh, Chuck? Lucifer... uh, Dean... Think we can try and focus here? Y'know, end of the world, common enemy, all that?"

Only the Devil slammed the book shut, standing up. "Enemy of my enemy is my friend. Team Amara. Go Amara."

"You don't mean that." His dad told him as Ria sat down heavily and I put a squirming Ais on the floor.

"You're really not gonna say it."

Neither of them spoke, while Ria frowned in confusion. "He's not gonna say what? This is like the bloody Master and my brother."

"Screw you." He said to Chuck, before looking at us. "Screw all of you."

Then he stormed between us, and Aisling ran after him. "Uncle Luci! Come play in my room with me!"

And he actually stopped to pick her up. "Yeah, screw those guys, let's go and have our own end of the world party." And then went off with her.

Just as Chuck also went to leave. "Kids, huh? You two don't know what you've gotten yourself into, SamIanna. And don't worry, Lucifer won't hurt her. He likes that she's half Angel and Demon, thinks she's chaotic neutral."

This? This was not good, especially as Aisy seemed to like the idea of a party in her room with the Devil. Then we went off to try and get them out of there, hearing loud, muffled rock music from her room, and we banged on the door. "Lucifer! Y'know, sometime you're gonna have to come out and ... talk to... God. Stop hiding behind Aisling!"

Only Sam threw up his hands in annoyance, while I rolled my eyes. "It's like the worst episode of Full House ever. And my daughters Uncle Lucifer is the babysitter from hell."

Then the music stopped and Aisling portaled through the door. "If Grandpa Chuck has something to say to Uncle Luci, he'll hear it from him! Until then, we'll be in my room." 

"It—" Suzy tried, before she went back inside and the music started to go again. "It's not your room."

"It's my daughters room, and you are not permitted to look after her!" I bnaged a few more times, before giving up at the lack of response. Cas, we needed you back, now. "Whatever."

So we went to talk to the God in the Bunker, who was making pancakes with our pregnant Time Lord. "Talk to him." Suzy snapped, her long curls shaking in anger. "I am not listening to this song again."

He shook his head. "Won't do any good."

Sam stared at him. "Why not?"

"Because I can't give him what he wants. "

Enlighten us, oh Merciful God. "And what's that?"

"What everyone wants. My sister, my children, you humans, and Time Lords, – an apology. A big, wet "I'm sorry.""