Authors Note: I didn't plan on adding anything to this but because of someone asking very nicely I decided to add this.

Hope you like it! Rated T - mention of suicide

It didn't happen very often, he tended to be surrounded by people, usually gyrating against him on the dance floor, but there were times when Lucifer enjoyed having some peace and quiet. He lounged back on his sofa, glass of his favourite scotch in his right hand and his left stretched out along the back of the leather material. His thoughts were currently focused on one specific person. Chloe Decker. For the past few months he'd been trying to remember how he knew her, there was something about her and why on earth wasn't she affected by him, it was seriously starting to vex him.

He'd thought it was Hot Tub High School and yet even after he'd come to that conclusion his gut continued to fight his mind, telling him that he knew her from something or somewhere else. A reason for her immunity to him.

And as of a few hours ago, Lucifer finally had his answer. He'd saw the scars on her wrist, the faint lines that could barely be discernible to the human eye, but Lucifer wasn't human and he'd touched her in that exact same spot many years before. It made sense that he didn't remember right away. It might have been barely fifteen, or perhaps twenty years for her? He really needed to find out her age, yet for him hundreds of years had passed and he couldn't be expected to recall every last mortal that crossed his path. Though the more he thought about it, maybe he should have. It wasn't often the Devil released a soul. In fact he could count on one hand how many times that had happened over the centuries.

Now it was flooding back to him, her standing before him in hell looking so mournful, but not afraid of him. That was what really stood out to the Devil. Everyone who stood before him, awaiting their punishment for the rest of their afterlife, showed terror, sometimes even anger but not Chloe Decker. No, even in hell she had to stand out from the others. He shook his head fondly. What was he going to do with her?

He thought back to earlier when he'd discovered her secret, and was quite proud of himself for not saying anything, but the look she gave him when he grasped her wrist, almost identically to the way he'd held her when they first met, was a mixture of uncertainty and slightly awed. It wasn't possible that she would be able to retain the knowledge of their first meeting. Although with Chloe, anything seemed possible.

The muted hum of his private elevator rising told him he was about to have a visitor and he could hazard a guess at who it would be. The doors slid open and she walked into his apartment with a determined stride.

She stopped directly in front of him, her hands on her hips and a distressed expression on her flushed features.

Lucifer cocked his head, regarding her silently and then leaned forward to place his glass on the table. "Detective?"

"How did you know?" she asked quietly, keeping her hands firmly on her hips so that he didn't see her trembling. Chloe had no idea how he knew what she'd done, she always kept them covered and even now if you looked closely, you could barely make out the thin white marks on her wrist. She only knew they were there because she'd been the one to put them there. It had been a low point in her life, one that she was certain if given the chance she would never do again and she didn't want to think about a world that didn't have Trixie in it. Her and Dan might not have worked out, but they'd done good with their daughter. She was a beacon of light in a dark world, and brought joy into the lives of anyone she met. That included the man in front of her who supposedly despised children.

"Chloe, I…" He really didn't know what to say. They'd met when she arrived in hell? He gave her a second chance and sent her back because he could see the good shining brightly within her?

Chloe suddenly sank down next to him on the sofa, cradling her head in her hands. Willing the burning sensation in her eyes to disappear. She hadn't thought about it in so long. Lucifer moved closer to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, and pulling her into a warm embrace. She let him comfort her, a feeling of safety surrounding her and let his strength wash over her. With her head resting on his shoulder and her hand splayed on his chest. Chloe let the soft, steady beat of his heart sooth her and enjoyed the feel of his thumb rubbing gentle, reassuring patterns on her shoulder.

"You know, I'm not really sure why I did it," she mumbled against his silk shirt, his cologne or maybe it was his natural smell washed over her and for some reason it felt like coming home and she found herself snuggling closer. His own arm tightening around her. Chloe didn't even think about it, the words just started rolling from her lips. "When my dad died, I – well, a part of me died too and I didn't handle it very well. My mom kept working, always travelling, always another acting gig or convention to go to and I had never felt so alone."

Lucifer listened silently, letting her un-burden her deepest, darkest secret and offered her his unconditional support.

Her grip on his shirt tightened, her fingers digging into his flesh as she burrowed further into his chest, and wondered briefly if she might be hurting him but he never made a sound. Just leaned his head softly against hers. His controlled demeanour helping calm her bubbling emotions.

"If I could take it back I would." Her voice faltered, and she felt her resolve finally crack as the stubborn tears flowed down her rosy cheeks and soaked into his lovely shirt.

Wrapping both his arms around her he pulled her closer, manoeuvring slightly so he could tuck her comfortably against him, her head on his chest and her arms wound around him. He chose his words carefully while carding his fingers through her soft golden locks. "You were given a second chance Chloe and I promise you, hand on heart, you won't ever be alone again. You have my word."

Chloe chuckled, but it wasn't a happy sound. It was full of sadness. "You can't promise that, Lucifer."

Lifting his hand to her chin, he tilted her head slightly so he could look into her eyes. "I can and I will. You won't have to feel like that ever again. I won't let you."

She was quiet for a moment and he thought she might have fallen asleep, but slowly she lifted her head from his chest and gazed into his dark eyes. "Thank you, Lucifer."

His lips quirked and he decided to chance his luck and pressed a quick kiss on her lips. "You're ever so welcome, Chloe."

"How did you know?" she asked softly, ignoring the flush of her cheeks and laying her head over his heart. He really was very comfy and smelled utterly divine.

"I'm the Devil, darling. Have you forgotten that already?"

"I haven't forgotten anything," she mumbled sleepily, her eyes drifting closed.

Lucifer's eyes widened at her innocent answer but did she mean she remembered or was she simply acknowledging his constant 'delusions'? The Devil wondered if this was the reason his father hadn't intervened when he released her soul. Had the almighty himself foreseen where it would lead and once again felt the need to teach his son a valuable lesson? Lucifer didn't always understand his dad's plan for him, or what he wanted him to take from this experience but he couldn't deny that the woman in his arms was special. One of the only beings he'd ever encountered that he didn't want to be selfish with. He wanted to give her everything, the sun, the moon, hell even his beating heart if she asked for it.

He wouldn't say that he loved her. That was a word that humans threw around far too often and took back even quicker. No, what he felt for her was more than that. She was everything to him. She was the world, nae, she was the universe all wrapped up in an exquisite creature.

One that he was determined to explore.

The End.