I Just Don't Wanna Be Lonely

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Lucifer greets her at the precinct every morning with coffee and a smile. A few hours spent within the day solving cases and the devil is contented, although a few years back he probably wouldn't give a rat's ass about humans killing each other.

But he only truly cares about one human in particular and he admits to loving her even when the future looks bleak.

It felt good to be needed, to be appreciated, to be the center of attention. Eons upon eons leading Hell when all he really wanted was to be himself. To be accepted for who he is. Regardless whether or not Chloe does, he sees her do her trademark eye roll after a scowl-worthy joke reared its head. And he's fine with whatever attention she could spare him as long as she gives him even a split second of her time.

Even when her attention is drawn towards the new lieutenant, Lucifer makes it a point to stand in between and announce his presence. Often times he'll get a frown, maybe a snort, but lately, he couldn't even elicit a response from her. She's probably still hung up about the 'going behind her back' on their so-called 'partnership'.

The devil distances himself nonetheless and gives Chloe space to breathe despite being frustrated with her. After all, he couldn't be away from his detective for long.

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He doesn't stalk her, he really doesn't. He just wanted to make sure she's unharmed. So when she got herself in trouble that day, he makes use of his wings to get in and out without being noticed, but had a bullet lodged in his chest.

Lucifer grunts as he landed back at the penthouse, almost didn't make it due to the excruciating pain of his wound, but nonetheless dugs the bullet out. He dulls the pain by drinking his finest whiskey although it may take a while or not at all, with his celestial metabolism intact.

As long as she's safe, he mutters.

Unbeknownst to the consultant, Chloe Decker was aware of his presence there. Not because she saw him swoop in, it was more of a gut feeling, a connection of sorts. That, and she saw drops of blood that she initially thought was hers.

She drops by at the penthouse, not really expecting anything and sees him playing his piano, a melancholic tune she doesn't recognize. Only when she comes closer that she notices the blood on his shirt.

"What happened to you?"

"Hmm?" He stares down at his shirt and comprehends. "Ah, this? Typical day at office," He answers with a smile, fingers still on the keys. "Is there something I can help you with, Detective?"

"Don't lie to me, Lucifer."

The former lord of hell finally stops playing and looks up with a glint of anger in his eyes.

"I didn't lie, Detective. I made you a promise didn't I? But what's the bloody point if you don't believe me anyway?"

"You were there at the shootout, weren't you?"

"And why, pray tell, do you think it was me?"

"I just...knew. Does that make sense?"

"No."

"Right. Well, goodnight Lucifer." Chloe turns on her heel and heads for the elevator when he replies.

"If I tell you I was, what's it to you?"

"I'd tell you you're being reckless, and then I'd thank you for saving my life."

"Then you're welcome, Detective."

Chloe smiles, knowing that despite their previous fight, with her being upset with him, he still went out of his way to look out for her no matter how prideful he seemed to be most of the time, just how real partners do. Even though she couldn't explain how he got to where she was and left without being seen, she doesn't question him further. A leap of faith.

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I don't mind when you say that you're going away
Just don't wanna be lonely
And I don't care if you share
Only moments a day
I just don't wanna be lonely

I'd rather be loved and needed
Depended on to give a love I can't give
When you're gone, when you're gone
I just don't want to be lonely

I don't mind when the time
sets the sun to the moon
I just don't wanna be lonely
Let the stairs find you there
at the end of the room
I just don't wanna be lonely

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