Serve and Protect Chapter 1: Wake Up Call, a lucifer fanfic

Ninth story in the Lucifer's Flock series. This is the longest fic so far in the series too! Hope you enjoy. Warning here for vomiting in this story. Sick!fic.

Serve and Protect

Wake Up Call

The phone woke him up in the morning.

He had been in a bit of a bad mood when he went to bed last night, so he had gone to bed alone. Not that he wasn't up for a bit of rough play in the bedroom, but he just had been reprimanded like a child and wasn't much in the mood for any sexy fun times.

Instead he had talked to Linda, gone to bed alone and buried himself under his covers to sulk until he fell asleep.

Needless to say, he was well rested and in a much better mood for it.

He groped around on his bedside table without lifting up his head until his hand connected with his phone, which he then answered. "Hello?" he asked, his voice clearly indicating he had just woken up.

"Lucifer? Hey, it's Ella. I won't be able to make it to yours in the afternoons for a while. I'm sick."

And that woke him up. "You alright?"

She huffed out what he thinks is supposed to be a laugh. "Stomach bug of some kind. Or possibly the flu. Either way, I am really not feeling well, but I'll be fine in a few days."

He sat up and looked towards the clock on his bedside table. "I can be over in an hour. Got to get ready first..."

This time she did laugh, before cutting herself off and groaning. "Seriously, don't make me laugh, it makes me feel worse. But you really don't have to come over. I'll be fine. Humans get sick like this all the time."

The worry that was slowly overtaking his mind refused to allow that as an answer. "Nonsense. I'll be right over. Doctor Linda once told me no one likes to be alone while sick. So, I'll keep you company."

She was silent for a few seconds, before he heard "Aww, that's sweet. Fine. You want to keep the yucky sick woman company, you can. But you don't have to rush yourself on my account. You still have to get Dusty home and settled."

He let out his breath in a harsh huff. "I forgot about the bird. Usually he wakes me up on Fridays. But, yes. I'll be over as soon as I have taken care of Dusty."

"Okay, if that's what you want to do. See you in a few hours then. Bye."

Before he could get out his own goodbye, the phone was hung up. That was odd and a bit rude of Ella. She usually at least waited until both people in a conversation do their farewells. She must really be feeling awful if she wasn't caring about being nice.

He stretched and pulled himself out of bed, stopping by the bathroom first, before heading towards the towel covered cage in the corner by the window and books, where Dusty sleeps when he stays over for the night. A rustling of feathers lets him know the bird was waking up on his own anyway.

Taking the towel off, he saw Dusty blink slowly up at him, before letting out a quiet chirped greeting. That was a nice change from the normal ruckus Lucifer generally woke up to when Dusty was up first.

"Hello to you too, Little Bird. And I'm sorry for this, I really am, but I am afraid we are going to have to cancel today's fly and Buffy watch. Ella's sick, so I am going to go look after her and she doesn't have a place for you set up yet at her flat. Sorry. I'll take you home to Dan's and make sure you have a couple of almonds if you're good. You want berries or apple for breakfast first though?"

When he had begun his speech, Dusty looked pissed off, but as soon as he heard Ella was sick, he fluffed up in annoyance but let it go. Dusty at least understood the importance of keeping a mate safe, cared for and loved. And the bird did think he was mates with Ella. He wasn't, but that's beside the point. It kept his flock whole and well.

He'd have to call the detectives later to let them know what was happening. He wanted to see Ella first though, so that could wait until he was at her place.

Dusty chose the apple for that day, and he gave him two slices and ate the rest himself for a quick and not at all filling breakfast.

That was okay. He could always cook something much better when he got to Ella's. Maybe she would feel better after eating something? He had never been sick before and had no idea how it felt.

He'd also have to call the detectives to make sure Chloe stayed as far away as possible. He didn't want to push his luck and find out firsthand, after all.

He spent the next five minutes scurrying around the flat looking for the carry cage Dan bought to give Dusty something smaller and more secure for travelling in the car to and from places. He found it in the nest of all places. Dan was the one who placed it down, not him. Why in there, he had no idea.