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Lucifer’s eyes shot open. He scanned the small room he was in, the dreary walls looking worse by every second. He tried to stand up with the little strength he had left, but chains that shackled his right wrist to the wall kept him down there. He blinked, before looking to a door near the corner of the room. He focused on the soft orange light coming from the other side of the door. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall, contemplating how he possibly could have gotten here. The last thing he remembered was— actually, he couldn't remember much. His internal questioning was put on hold as the door suffered a blow to it, but not quite enough for it to crumble in on itself. Lucifer felt fear going down his leg, as he tried to disappear by curling in on himself and pushing up against the wall. The pain from his wrist being shackled must have finally kicked in, and he whimpered like a kicked puppy. The door finally busts open after sustaining three kicks to it, and a swarm of people rushed in.
Out of all the people there, he focused on a blond coming his way with worry in her eyes, and possibly a tinge of guilt. "Lucifer, thank God you're alive!" She said while kneeling to touch his cheek. Lucifer's eyes widened at the woman but didn't make an effort to move away as she was quite warm compared to how frozen he felt. "You were gone for a week, and I thought that you went away to Vegas again, but Linda said that your overnight bag was still there and-"
Lucifer stopped her ramble with a troubling question, "Who are you?" He asked while a man from the swarm of people walked over to them carefully with a pair of bolt cutters. Lucifer looked over at him, and as if something was triggered in him he started to back up against this strange woman, just to get away from the equally as strange man. The woman held onto him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Lucifer, what do you remember?"
"I remember- I don't know what I remember." He paused, and looked away from the man with bolt cutters up at the strange woman, "Is my name Lucifer? That's a really strange name, isn't it?"
The woman nodded, "Your name is Lucifer Morningstar, you work for the LAPD. I'm your partner, Chloe Decker." Lucifer only blinked at her, before he just about jumped out of his skin as the strange man cut through the chains that held Lucifer to the wall. He gripped onto Chloe out of that fear coming back, he couldn't stand it. Chloe didn't seem to mind, as she held onto him reassuringly. She did flinch, however, when the shackle was hit against her arm on accident. Another woman walked over, she was a little shorter than Chloe and had long, raven dark hair tied back in a pony-tail. Lucifer looked up at her and tried to compress and shrink into Chloe's arms. "Ella, his memory is- his memory is gone." Chloe choked out.
The woman—Ella, she looked down at Lucifer and crouched down in a non-threatening manner, "Hey there buddy, I'm Ella Lopez." She spoke to him quietly, as if she spoke any louder he would be in pain.
"Hey, we found a key!" A man yelled as he bounded over to Ella, Chloe and Lucifer. Lucifer flinched and looked up at the man now, burying his cheek into Chloe's arm. "Woah, what happened to Lucifer?" The man questioned, and bent down to grab onto Lucifer's arm. He let out a startled squeak and tried to pull his arm back from the man.
"Daniel, he- he lost his memory," Chloe mumbled. Lucifer squinted at him and stopped moving his arm. Chloe appeared to know him, it looked okay. Daniel unlocked the shackle, and let it fall to the floor with a soft clink.
“Daniel, Chloe and Ella, right?” Lucifer listed off their names. All three of them seemed mildly uncomfortable like Lucifer hadn’t said their actual names in a millennium.
Ella nodded slowly, followed by Chloe and Daniel. “Yeah, that sounds right,”
“What’s the last thing you-” Daniel started before Chloe cut him off.
“He already said that he doesn't remember anything.”
Daniel and Ella stood up, “We should take him to the hospital, run some tests to try and find out what triggered the memory loss.”
Daniel nodded, “That looks best for him."
“No, no, I’d rather not go to the hospital.” Lucifer protested weakly.
Daniel groaned, “You're going to have to eventually. It's not like you can walk around waiting for your memory to come back." He grumbled.
Lucifer looked up at Daniel with a slight smile, "I'll do that." He said. "I'll walk around with one of you pointing out things that I've seen before and might be able to recognize." He explained.
"Fine, but you're still going to have your wrist be checked out," Daniel said.
Ella clicked her tongue, "If he's not going to the hospital, I'll check it out."
Lucifer looked over at Ella, shaking his head gently, "Later, we need to get out of here." He muttered and tried to stand up slowly. Chloe supported him as he stood up, and started to stand up next to him.
"I do think you should go to the hospital though, you were here for a week," Chloe mumbled to Lucifer.
"No, I'm going to stay away from the hospital for now. I'm fine." Lucifer argued.
Daniel grumbled, "He's still stubborn, at least he still acts the same."
The four of them began to leave the previously abandoned room, with Chloe and Daniel holding up Lucifer under his arms so he didn't fall over. "Is there any other person in the building beside us?" Ella asked one person from the original swarm of people,
"I sent groups of people to check around the place. We're trying not to kick down any doors in here, this one could have made this area of the warehouse collapsed.” She pointed at the door that had suffered when Lucifer was rescued.
“Alright. Have the teams discovered anyone?” Ella asked, and walked out of the room with her. Lucifer stumbled out of the room with Chloe and Daniel by his side.
“Where should Lucifer go? His club isn’t safe since he was taken from there, what about the precinct?” Daniel was spitballing ideas- poor ideas by the sounds of it.
“No, I’m going to take Lucifer back to my house so he can live with me for a bit” Chloe argued against Daniel and his precinct idea.
“Chlo, what if the kidnapper hunts him down? I don’t think that’s a good-” He was cut off by Lucifer clearing his hoarse throat.
“If you’re going to be talking about me, can I at least have an input?” He growled.
So they talked. Eventually, they all came to the same conclusion, which was to harbour Lucifer in Chloe’s house. They walked out of the abandoned warehouse, leaving a group of people behind to explore it for any kind of information about the place. Ella rejoined the main group shortly after they left the building, taking off the evidence gloves and putting them into her pockets.
Lucifer sat in the backseat with her, Chloe and Daniel sitting up front. Ella wrapped an arm around Lucifer's shoulder, being thankful that he didn't flinch away from her. It had been a stressful day for most— a stressful week for one. Lucifer slumped over slightly and leaned his head on top of Ella's. He was surprisingly calm for a man who just woke up in a warehouse with no memory
“What was I like?” He asked in a quiet voice.
Ella sighed, “You were a pretty cool guy, Luce. You owned a nightclub, gave us drinks and rides home for free. You helped with Chole’s homicide cases, which was good. I hope you get your memory back soon, buddy.”
Ella looked up at him with pitiful eyes, as he straightened his posture, “So, I was a good man?” Lucifer questioned.
Ella nodded before her ringtone went off. She pulled her phone out of her pocket quickly.
“Ella Lopez here. What? Are you sure?” Ella stared straight at the floor of the car, and Daniel looked back at her.
“Ella, everything okay?” Daniel asked and fidgeted with his hands in his lap.
She pulled the phone away from her face, “Liv’s claiming that she found angel wings covered in blood near an exit in the back.” She went back to the phone call, “Liv, can you send me a picture?” She asked, “Okay, thanks.”
Ella hung up, and looked back at Daniel, “Liv's claiming that the blood has been there for about a week, they’re thinking it’s connected to Lucifer since he claims he's the Devil. They’re going to test it to see if the blood is from Lucifer. It seems unlikely, since-” Ella lifted Lucifer’s sleeve, revealing bloodied arms covered in janky Ace bandages that didn't look like they were holding up too well, “I didn’t see that coming.” Ella mumbled in shock.
"Oh, fuck!” Daniel yelled quickly.
“Well, I didn’t notice that,” Lucifer mumbled, as his arm began to sting slightly while his only other coverage, the sleeve, wasn’t doing its job anymore.
“What, what’s there?” Chloe asked from the driver’s seat.
"It looks like the kidnapper was deranged, used Lucifer's arm as a scratching post for a knife," Daniel explained while looking back at Chloe.
Ella moved some bandages away carefully to reveal two deep cuts that were apart of more. She didn't say anything, she appeared to be in silent shock.
Lucifer watched the two go back and forth with ideas, until he finally piped up, “What if I did it? You know, before the whole memory thing.” He mumbled. Ella looked back over at him and shook her head.
“No, I'm positive that you wouldn't do this to yourself. It just doesn't seem like you."
"So what does this mean?" Chloe asked while pulling into the parking lot of the precinct.
"It means that the blood on those wings Liv and her team found could be Lucifer's blood, despite my attempt to say it wasn’t," Ella said before her phone beeped. She brought it out to look at a text and squinted her eyes.
"Yeah, it's angel wings alright, pure white and fluffy. Who would make a pair of angel wings just to cover them in blood?” She asked aloud while she put her phone away.
“Could be a statement,” Daniel said while getting out of the car.
“Yeah, could be,” Chloe added on while turning the car off and getting out. Ella guided Lucifer out of the car. They walked into the precinct with Chloe holding Lucifer’s arm after Ella had to go into the forensic lab to sort something out.
Chloe guided him to the interrogation room like he was a lost child, but he didn’t protest. They walked in and Lucifer looked around, “Am I in trouble?” He asked.
Chloe shook her head, “No, I just want to talk to you.”
Lucifer sat down on the edge of the desk and crossed his legs, watching her silently as she shut the door, "Talk about what?"
Chloe went to go sit down in the chair, and looked up at him, "Why do you think you were kidnapped? I mean, you didn't seem to have any enemies last week that were willing to kidnap."
Lucifer peered down at the floor and tapped his fingers against his knee, "I feel bad that I can't help more. I would really love to help, but honestly, nothing's making me remember anything about who I used to be."
“That's okay Lucifer. You've already helped, I'm just glad that you're alive."
Lucifer looked back up to her, “I want to help more though— Ella told me that I was a good man before all of this. I still want to be a good man.”
Chloe sighed, “Lucifer, you are a good man. Sure, you might've been a pain some days but you are good."
Lucifer frowned, "Thank you, Chloe." He said quietly before he stopped tapping his fingers and smiled; it wasn't the old, mischievous smile Chloe had learned to know, it was more distant, cold even. But his voice kept a happy beat, "Now, can I ask you questions?" He asked, seeming desperate to change the subject.
Chloe paused, before nodding and crossing her legs. "Sure. What do you want to ask?"
"Didn't you say that you were taking me to your house, Chloe? What happened to that?"
"Oh, well, I had to drop off Dan and Ella first so they could get the paperwork done on this case. Then I pulled you in here for your statement. Do you want to go now?' Chloe asked while she stood up slowly.
Lucifer didn't have to be asked twice. He bounced off of the table, stretching his arms gently before going over to hold a door open for Chloe. She smiled faintly and walked out.
On the drive back, she noticed details that seemed minor enough somebody else wouldn't think twice about, but Chloe noticed them. He was fidgeting relentlessly, almost like Dan without his hand strengthener, and he kept staring blankly out the window.
Lucifer's constant mood switches seemed to also distract her.
She wasn't complaining that he had gotten happier after a few seconds of knowing who she was, but it wasn't like the old Lucifer- Her Lucifer. The one she knew would have made a bondage joke after having Dan unlock the shackle, but she couldn't help but focus on how he cowered and shook in her arms.
Chloe stopped in her driveway and looked over to Lucifer. He looked at her house with a tiny smile and brightening eyes, almost in awe of the small home.
"Hey, Trixie- My daughter, She's getting home from school soon," Chloe said as she stepped out of the car.
Lucifer nodded, “As long as she doesn’t scream at me, I’ll love living here. It’s much bigger than the warehouse room I was stuffed into.”
Chloe smiled at him weakly and started to head inside as Lucifer got out of the car behind her.
Lucifer settled down on the couch, watching Chloe intently as she walked into the kitchen. Chloe made a sandwich silently, trying to come up with any possible way that Lucifer could have lost his memory.
So far her theories were either Lucifer suffering from a concussion or heavy anaesthetics. Chloe hopes to God that he'll be okay soon. He just has to recover.
She doesn't know what she'll do if he doesn't.
Chloe finished up the sandwich and walked into the living room, handing the plate to Lucifer. He smiled at her kindly and put the plate down on his lap, "What happens tomorrow?" He asked, before taking a bite.
Chloe sat down next to him, "Well, I'll have to go back to the precinct and work on my cases. You could either stay here and rest, or follow me tomorrow to see if anything jogs your memory."
Lucifer nodded, "So what, are you going to tie a bell to my wrist so that I don't wander off like a lost puppy?" He quipped.
Chloe shook her head gently, smiling. "I might if you walk away from me often; especially at crime scenes."
Lucifer grinned, and leaned back into the couch, "I'll be aware of that then tomorrow."
"So, you're following me to work?"
"Of course, I mean I would love to see how my saviour brings justice here."
Chloe snorted and looked down at the ground while Lucifer ate. She's been called many things as a homicide detective, but 'saviour' was a first.
"Should I sleep on the couch? I have a feeling you only have beds here for you and your child, and I don't want to bother you."
"You could sleep in my room if you want to." Chloe suggested. She regretted it as soon as it came out of her mouth, expecting Lucifer's usual Lucifer-ness to provoke a sex joke, but it never came.
"Oh, no, I'll sleep on the couch as to not bother you, but thank you anyway." Lucifer said, before finishing the sandwich. Chloe went to reach for the plate, but Lucifer was already standing up, "Chloe, I've got it." He said while bringing the plate to the kitchen.
Chloe stared at him, not understanding how this man could change so much in a week. He went from the bouncy civilian consultant that everyone at the precinct adored and the man who she had been falling in and out of love with, to a blank slate; someone who appeared to just be masquerading around as Lucifer while doing a mediocre job at it.
Lucifer came back to lay down next to Chloe, resting his head against her lap gently. Chloe froze up and stared down at him, before gently running her fingers through his hair. She only stopped doing that when the door began to open and Lucifer tensed up. He sat up straight and looked at the door. "Relax," Chloe said gently and held onto his arm. Lucifer smiled slightly, as Trixie bounded through the door with Daniel behind her.
"Lucifer!" She beamed and ran towards him. Lucifer nearly had a heart attack as Trixie hugged him roughly.
"Oh, Monkey- Lucifer's had a hard day, you should let him rest." Chloe cooed as Trixie nodded, letting go of Lucifer. Chloe sighed as she watched Lucifer try to settle down and relax, but that wasn't happening soon.
"Is he going to be okay?" Trixie asked as she looked up at her mom.
Chloe smiled at Trixie with false hope, "Yeah, he just needs some time to rest- Hey, Lucifer?" Chloe watched as he shot his head over to her. "Why don't you go to another room so Dan and I can talk?"
Lucifer nodded, before standing up and rushing away to wherever he could find a quiet room. He didn't even think twice to ask why he was the one leaving, he just left.
He eventually found himself a room near the end of the hall, walking into it quickly. It was a simple bedroom, and he went to go sit down on the bed quietly. Lucifer brought his legs up to his chest and rested his chin against his knees, staring at the wall blankly. He could faintly hear Chloe and Dan talking in the living room, but they weren't loud enough for him to be able to understand what was being said.
He cleared his hoarse throat, before realizing he had been leaning over to his side. He fell over and shut his eyes tightly in pain because he pressed all his weight against his scarred arm. He rolled over onto his back to stare at the ceiling and considered talking to himself. Who knew, he could have been someone who talked to themself when alone, he couldn't be sure. He reached up to pull a surprisingly plush pillow over his chest and wrapped his arms around it tightly. He wondered about who he used to be, but he couldn't finish the thought as he gently fell into sleep.