The Cape Rouge, Sunday Afternoon

[my_own_advocate]

He just wanted to be home.

For the second time that day, Lucifer fell. Not far this time, though. Just a few inches, really. His back hit the ground? with more noise than was strictly necessary for the impact that he'd made.

Oh.

Maybe it was the other two bodies making the same impact beside him.

He stared up at the sky, disoriented for many more reasons than just the fall itself. Oh my Me, indeed.

[[ for the two other people who just got teleported across the country out of nowhere. ]]

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[betterthanaplan]

Shit.

Duke shoved his own mood aside and hurried over to her, carefully reaching out to set his good hand on her back.

"Tavi. Hey. It's okay, we're home."

[my_own_advocate]

"Octavia?" Lucifer said. He followed Duke, decidedly more hesitant about it.

About everything, really.

[okteiviakom]

And with good reason. Because when Octavia suddenly moved, it was a flail as she whirred around to face them.

To stare at Lucifer, and to wail, like she had no control over the words coming out of her mouth, "You didn't tell us the whole plan!"

[betterthanaplan]

Duke jumped back, not in any hurry to get his remaining arm injured, then snapped his gaze over to Lucifer.

Fuck. In all the -- everything -- he'd forgotten that part.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer opened his mouth, then closed it. "No," he said finally, "I didn't. I-- the Detective came up with the idea at the eleventh hour, and I didn't..."

He trailed off.

[okteiviakom]

And Octavia just --

Exploded.

"Why didn't you?" she demanded. "I get that you two are --" She grasped for a word for a second, for what they were, then gave up. "-- but you put her at risk, and exactly the way it turned out! We could've had her back but you left us out!"

Her hands were tight fists at her sides.

"And for what?"

[betterthanaplan]

Yeah, Duke was just . . . not going to insert himself into the middle of that. He headed for his liquor cabinet.

[my_own_advocate]

"You could have had her back," Lucifer agreed, "Or you could have died as easily as she did. I wasn't happy with her suggestion, Octavia, but there was no stopping her."

Once Chloe Decker got an idea in her head, there never was. It was something she had in common with the rest of the people he... cared about most.

He wondered if that said anything.

"But she didn't want to tell you, and I wasn't about to put either of you in the same bloody situation."

[okteiviakom]

"So you let us go in blind!"

Because it wasn't just about endangering Chloe. Not really.

The welling in Octavia's eyes finally turned into a tear or two, but she didn't seem to notice. It didn't lessen her fury any; her voice just turned into more cutting gravel.

"I trusted you."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke had to dig a little, but he eventually found what he was looking for. He pulled out a bottle of rum with what was clearly a handwritten label and set it on top of the cabinet while he went to look for a glass.

[my_own_advocate]

And here Lucifer had managed to live without terrible, soul-destroying feelings of worthlessness for a few hours. It'd been nice, really.

"Yes, I'm terribly sorry I didn't want you dead," he snapped. "What exactly do you think you would've accomplished out there, hm? Clearly you two decided to fight in the end, and Duke fractured his bloody arm."

[okteiviakom]

"You know what helps keep me alive? Telling me what the fucking plan is!"

So apparently Octavia had no intention of getting any less loud right now. Had you missed this, porgs?

"It's not about accomplishing something, it's about not being blindsided by what my side does. It's about you letting her decide that no one else needed to know." Her nails were really starting to dig into her palms now. "So you don't care that we could have helped, fine. But we also could have fucked it up because we didn't know."

[betterthanaplan]

"Yes, Duke fractured his fucking arm," Duke said, raising his glass, which now had two fingers of very exclusive rum poured into it. "And is still in kind of a lot of pain about it so can we maybe, like . . . stop yelling? For a minute?"

Well, maybe a headache would distract from the arm pain at least.

[my_own_advocate]

"I didn't want you there in the first place," Lucifer snapped, mostly because the words were halfway out of his mouth by the time Duke spoke.

He half-turned to glance at Duke and opted not to finish that thought. "...Didn't the doctor say you weren't supposed to be drinking?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia, however, stared at Lucifer like he'd just slapped her across the face.

Sorry, coupled with the feelings of betrayal she'd worked herself up into, that last snap was just...

Well, a slap. No matter how unintentional.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke looked at his drink, crestfallen.

". . . Fuck. But the pills aren't even working yet!"

He'd taken them like ten minutes ago.

[my_own_advocate]

"Generally, the brand of painkillers you received takes at least thirty minutes to begin working," Lucifer told him. He knew a lot about drugs, Duke, all right? "That doesn't mean combining them with alcohol won't murder your liver."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia barely listened.

But when she wrenched her (hurt, betrayed, still angry) gaze away from Lucifer, she stalked over to Duke, with the intention of grabbing the glass out of his hand.

[betterthanaplan]

And was entirely successful in doing so.

"Hey, careful," Duke said. "That's some limited edition rum there."

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm sure we can pour it back in the bottle," Lucifer said, glancing at Octavia. "While you have a lie down."

He desperately wanted to have that lie down with Duke, actually.

[okteiviakom]

Sorry, did he say something about pouring the rum back in the bottle? Because Octavia seemed to have heard something about downing all of it in one go.

Well, more like half of it.

But still.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke made a little noise of protest, then just sighed.

She wasn't even enjoying it.

"Fine. Lying down. All of us, please. Without the shouting?"

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed. "I think that doesn't depend on me," he said, doing a thing with his eyebrows at Octavia.

[okteiviakom]

Who responded by looking away.

And then gulping down the other half.

[betterthanaplan]

"Right." Another sigh. "Well, I'm not going anywhere until you two clear this up, then."

He went to cross his arms over his chest automatically, then winced and choked faintly when the movement sent a twinge up the one in the sling.

"Sooner would be nicer than later."