War and Peace and Pancakes

Whiskey Apologies

Urdu wasn't avoiding going back home.

She knew she would have to face the wrath that she felt from Lucifer soon enough, and she knew that it would be a struggle for the three of them to find some sort of solution to what they were, with her in a completely different realm.

Fighting her own wars. While they fought ones here.

But she had come to enjoy the easiness of healing with Sam and Tim. Tim would spend a lot of time away, depending on if he was hunting or training. Sam would sometimes go with him for training, though seeing Timothy's look of relief when he realized Urdu was still there after they had left her alone all day was enough to make her feel like a heel.

When she stayed home, Sam would practice her magic, soaking up anything Urdu instructed her on and advancing in leaps and bounds. There were mistakes, near disasters that Urdu was able to corral away from being all out cataclysmic events at times and though Samantha clearly disagreed with Urdu's limits on power use, she mostly listened.

Mostly.

Actually, the best way for Urdu to get the Witch to listen would be to similarly push herself at the same time. Then Samantha would pay a lot more attention, to the point that sometimes the protective Witch would get down right growly with her. Urdu wasn't used to it. Sure, Lucifer was a deep well of fathomless power, and he cared for her in his own way, but Samantha... well, the Witch was another thing completely.

Urdu was half afraid of what Samantha would do when she returned to work. What she would do if Timothy ever came home injured seriously from one of his missions. The three of them were quite the disaster in waiting. Even the vampire had a vicious bite on him when he thought one of them was in danger.

Still, Urdu struggled to accept the responsibility of that. As a demon, as one of Lucifer's Generals, she had always just accepted that one day she would trip up and someone would kill her. She only hoped that she would put up enough of a fight while it was happening to take a decent chunk out of whomever bested her. She lived like she could die tomorrow with no regrets. To have someone who was incredibly invested in her surviving tomorrow, was heartwarming, but an incredible responsibility. Having two such people, well... it was a lot.

Which allowed Samantha to pretty much get her way, including teleporting them into the coffee room of the super highly secure vampire stronghold, when they ran out of coffee at home and Sam had decided that the store wouldn't be open.

Urdu allowed her form to shift into that of Olivia, glad that she had been clothed half decently before Samantha had pulled them out of home and into the high tech, oddly humanistic office break room. There were several coffee machines on the counter in front of them, plus assorted accoutrements, and Samantha moved about setting up one.

"This is my favourite, but I have to hide the best packets cause they go so quickly." The red head turned quickly, knocking one of the mugs off the counter.

It would have shattered, if Urdu hadn't been prepared for it and caught the mug, putting it back on the counter before Sam could say "whoops!".

"You look better when you look like you really do, Urdie." Sam seemed to just now realize she was Olivia, frowning, before moving to kiss her cheek, taking the mug from the counter. Only to have it slip from her hands and smash on the floor, "oh darn it."

"Most people aren't used to demons. I don't really look normal." Urdu chuckled, using her own magic to clean the mess before Sam could, giving the witch an innocent grin in response to the adorable glare, "you're resting your powers for a bit, remember?"

"You are a worry wart." Sam wrinkled her nose for a moment, before turning back to preparing coffee, " I should make one for Timmy too, shouldn't I? Where do you think he is? We can check the training room!"