Reckless

We already know the ending when the credits roll down

Author's Note: Ahh, at last, another update! Michael is such a dick! 

Sorry if it's short but I'll try to come up with stuff probably in the next week or so. No guarantees, though!

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At one point they were chatting away as if he never left or the 'break-up' never happened, and it was so natural he forgot why he agreed to this setup. Or why he considered it, even.

As the credits roll on the first season finale, Lucifer finds her dozing off, leaning on his shoulders. He glances at her and sees her face quite peaceful and then hates himself more for what he had to put her through a few hours back. Even though it was necessary, it pains him to see her suffer. But she'll move on, eventually. She has to. Or all of this — the tearful goodbyes — would be for nothing.

Still, he could not help himself that he tucks away a stray hair and she stirs a bit. The next thing he knows, he's kissing her on the forehead and no, this is not helping his plan at all.

The reason he's staying for a whole week topside? Not as earth-shattering as what he made the demons believe. Of course, Lucifer can do anything he wants, now that he has those creatures under control —in a manner of speaking—but it would still entail an appearance or whatever activities a King needs to partake. And those mundane activities — as he'd like to label it — takes about 80% effort for his part.

In fact, he only needs a day on Earth. But he's going stir crazy in the fiery pits, from overseeing the endless suffering of souls who torture themselves out of guilt, to the constant nagging he receives from Amenadiel, to Michael's underhanded move in an attempt to ruin the life he has made for himself.

That, and the fact that he's actually afraid he would forget. Although if he's completely honest with himself, he could never forget about his Detective. She's the only reason he endures.

So, he dares not to move and let her sleep and drapes the blanket over her. Maybe he could still pretend everything's fine just for tonight as he gives in and let the dreams take over.

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The rays of sunlight peek in, and Chloe opens her eyes and finds her partner still sound asleep. She must have been pretty exhausted to pass out until morning but thanks someone that he allowed her to stay.

She stares at his sleeping figure and feels a wave of sadness crash over her. She's praying that whatever she's doing to convince him he's worth it, is enough. Otherwise, she wouldn't know what else to do. She's not ready for another farewell. She thinks she won't ever be ready.

At the moment she touches his face, he wakes up.

"Good morning," Chloe greets, her eyes meeting his brown ones.

"Good morning, Detective."

"What can I get you for breakfast?"

"Whatever you want is dandy."

"Breakfast burritos, then."

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Twenty four hours go by without a hitch, Chloe tagging along to wherever Lucifer needs to be and both ending up in the penthouse in silence.

"What's our agenda for tomorrow?"

"That was the last one, actually."

Chloe panics a little with that statement, because if he has nothing else to do, what's stopping him from cutting this trip short?

"O-okay," She stammers, afraid of asking the right question, but she does anyway, "So, are you leaving?"

"Only if you tell me to, or at least until after the week is up. It's a business and pleasure sort of thing."

"Oh."

"Tell me, Detective. How can I help you get over me? I need one of us to be happy and I'd rather you than me if I can help it."

"Lucifer, we're not even together yet, and you're already breaking up with me."

"I told you, it's —"

"There's nothing you can say that would make my feelings change for you. Or to help me move on. It's just not possible."

"Of course it is, Detective. You still have a full life ahead of you and I would — "

"I would prefer to spend a lifetime with you if you allow me. I love you. I won't ever get tired of saying it."

Lucifer threads a hand through his hair and lets out a long breath as if surrendering to her will.

"Why are you so stubborn, Chloe?"

"Same question, Lucifer."

The corner of his mouth turns up slightly as he makes his way to her and holds out his hand. Chloe takes it without any hesitation and squeezes it lightly to show him she meant every word.

"If my brother manages to convince the Almighty for a deal-breaker that would free me without consequence, then I could be on earth for a lifetime with you. You see, I'm bound to my duties, literally, which means I can't do as I please unlike before. This visit is already stretching it, and I don't want to subject you to a lifetime of waiting for me to say goodbye again. Do you understand? I don't want that for you."

"Well, it's not your choice to make, to be honest. I'll take whatever time you could give me. I don't mind waiting. Do you understand? This is what I want. Please."

"Very well, Detective."

Their lips are only inches apart when he looks away and quickly turns to catch an intruder by the neck. His wings materialize, and he makes his primaries sharp to point it at the erring creature.

"Who gave you permission to turn up on Earth, Helios?"

"Sire!" The demon struggles from Lucifer's grip, "There's trouble in the palace! Your twin has been captured, but we've suffered heavy losses."

"Then you keep him where he's at!" The Devil growls at the lack of common sense.

"We have, Sire! But we're losing a lot of demons after that angel spun up lies after lies. You must act quickly, My Lord. I beg of you."

Lucifer thinks for a moment and slightly loosens his grip. "Then go back and gather the Lilim, await for further instructions. Leave Michael locked up without any interaction. This is an order."

"It shall be done, My King."

"Return this body to where you found it before you leave."

The demon nods and quickly makes his way to the balcony.

"Where are you going?"

"Jumping down, My King. I climbed all the way up here."

Lucifer silently curses and strides over to Helios and lifts the demon and takes him for a quick flight to the back alley, then makes his way back to the penthouse.

The Devil sighs. That dickhead twin couldn't leave him well enough alone. What a stupid move though, to stir up things again in Hell.

"I'm sorry, Detective. I have to go."

"I understand."

"I'll try to come back within the week, but nothing's certain," He touches her face once more, "This is what I don't like to see."

Chloe's eyes glisten as she leans into the touch.

"Don't mind me. I'm just glad you're at least considering giving us a chance. I'll see you soon."

"Soon, then."

Once again, she's left standing, heartbroken, yet hopeful, that everything will be alright.