"She pushed me out of her house last night, literally shoved me out the door!"

Linda watched Lucifer pace the room as she sat on her chair. Try as she might, she couldn't get him to sit down or even to listen to her.

"Well I'm sure she-"

"And then she slammed the door in my face!" Lucifer scoffed.

Linda pressed her lips together, waiting for Lucifer to finish his rant.

"I mean of course I could simply get her to tell me why she did that, but it'd be a waste. Why would I recklessly use one of the favors she owes me for something so trivial?"

He looked back at Linda, silently waiting for her to offer some sort of input.

"Can I talk now?" She asked.

Lucifer finally sat down waving a hand.

"Yes of course, it's what I pay you for isn't it?"

Linda resisted the urge to sigh at him.

"You keep talking about the favors, this Y/N, owes you and yet you haven't said why she owes you so many." Linda said.

Lucifer gave her an unreadable expression.

"I'm not sure how that's relevant Doctor."

The tone of his voice chilled her and Linda was almost hesitant to continue. However she cleared her throat and continued the conversation anyway.

"It seems to me you're avoiding talking about the exact nature of this deal you have with her. It's almost like you're trying to avoid it all together."

Linda didn't fail to notice the grim look in Lucifer's eyes, despite the air of indifference around him.

"Well it's not my secret to tell Doctor, best stay within your own boundaries."

Lucifer's voice had a slight edge to it, as if he was giving her a nonverbal warning to drop this part of the conversation. A warning Linda knowingly ignored.

"Alright, then let's talk about these favors, she owes you twenty you said."

Lucifer grabbed the glass of water in front of him.

"Well actually it's nineteen now, I called in one of those yesterday, quite a day really. You missed all the fun." He chuckled.

The change in his attitude was almost immediate, he was back to his usual self. Now that the conversation wasn't focused on your past or why you were in the situation you were in, Lucifer seemed to be more willing to talk again. She didn't need to be a therapist to see he was stalling.

"She's owed you these for a few years now right? Why are you waiting so long to use them? It's not like you'd run out of them anytime soon."

Lucifer opened his mouth to respond but closed it when he realized he didn't actually have an answer to that. He didn't know why. He couldn't come up with any reason for not using them sooner.

"Perhaps we should continue this conversation next time. Y/N will be getting off work soon and I'm hoping to catch her before she gets home."

Linda didn't try to stop him when he started walking towards the door, it would have been pointless.

~

You stumbled back when someone bumped your shoulder as they hurried by you on the street.

"Watch where you're going!" The man snapped angrily.

You turned around, ready to chew the man out but was pleasantly surprise to find him already on the ground.

"Oh dear, I think you scuffed my shoes." Lucifer sighed.

The man was starting to get up so, you grabbed Lucifer's arm, pulling him along. The man he had tripped shouting obscenities at the two of you. Once you were sure the both of you were far enough away from the angry man, and Lucifer wasn't going to mentally scar the man for life, you let go of his arm.

"Were you following me?"

"Yes."

His bluntness should have shocked you instead you smiled.

"Ok, any reason?"

Lucifer didn't answer you for a moment and you narrowed your eyes.

"You know Linda is a wonderful therapist, even knows about my nastier side, certainly makes talking to her much easier. "

Your smile dropped, and you started walking faster, as if that would allow you to escape the persistent devil.

'Not this again.' You thought.

Lucifer sighed and hurried after you.

"Just one visit darling, if you don't like it I won't ask again!"

You didn't look at him, didn't respond, just kept walking.

"I don't need a shrink Lucifer."

He grabbed your wrist, stopping you, yet you refused to look back at him.

"My your extra stubborn today aren't  you?"

"And you're even more nosy than usual." You countered.

"Am I not allowed to be concerned? You did throw away your pills my dear."

He at least looked a little sheepish after saying that. You raised an eyebrow in question.

"I had Mazikeen go through your trash when you were acting strangely the other night."

"Lucifer that's... I... honestly I'm not surprised anymore."

He placed his hands in his pockets, giving you an offended look.

"Really? I feel as though you're challenging me, my dear."

"I'm not."

"Should I try harder?"

"I'd rather you didn't."

Lucifer gave you a wide smile and you found yourself smiling back at him.

"Are you going then?"

You shook your head and didn't fail to notice the cunning look he gave you.

~

"So, Y/N, what brings you here today?"

You sat on the surprisingly comfortable couch in Dr. Linda's office. Your whole posture on edge as you watched her carefully.

"Lucifer did, he called in one of the favors I owe him, so congratulations you now have a new patient." Your tone was dry.

Linda gave you a small smile, she didn't appear to be put off by your stand-offish attitude.

"Nineteen favors right?"

Lucifer had apparently been talking to her about you, at least it would make talking to her a little easier.

"Well eighteen now."

Linda closed her notepad, watching as you relaxed a bit when she stopped taking notes.

"Tell me about those. Does it make you feel trapped or maybe even a little scared, owing the devil so many favors?"

You looked at the degrees on her wall as you answered.

"No."

"He could ask anything of you and you'd have to agree, yet you say that doesn't frighten nor concern you. Why is that?"

To that you didn't have an answer, not one you were willing to tell. Linda must have noticed your hesitation, and she decided to change the subject.

"We haven't discussed why you owe him so much. It must be a very good reason."

You stared at the ground, the memory of how this all started consuming your thoughts.

~

Your vision blurred and your mouth felt dry as you stared up at the darkening sky. Your limbs felt heavy, and pain consumed your body each time you tried to move. Black spots had begun to spread in your vision, as you felt yourself slipping into unconsciousness. Your eyes fluttered closed, and you didn't have the energy to try to fight it.

"Can you hear me? Can you move?" The unfamiliar voice pulled you back from the edge.

You tried to open your eyes, really you did, but you couldn't find the energy to. You were vaguely aware of him lifting your head up. Even though it was only small movement it still erupted a horrible pain in your stomach. The urge to scream was overwhelming but all you could managed was a choked gasp.

"Shh, it's alright, we'll get you to a hospital."

It took all the strength you had, to open your eyes even a little. The man kneeling over you was blurry and unfocused. You grabbed at his shirt, choking slightly on what you assumed was your own blood.

"No hospital... please."

The man although giving you a disapproving look nodded slowly.

"Alright love, no hospital."

Once you heard that anything he said after was lost on you. You willing slipped back into the comfortable embrace of your subconscious as your body went limp in his arms.

~

"Y/N? Are you with me?"

You blinked a few times, taking a moment to remember where you were.

"Yeah, sorry, what did you say?"

Linda looked at you concerned and you suddenly felt on guard again.

"You seemed a little unfocused there for a moment. Where did you go?"

You stood up, shaking your head a bit.

"You were right. There is a good reason I made a deal with the devil, but I'm not ready to share that."

You walked out of her room, closing the door behind you. You weren't ready to say what happened, not yet willing for anyone, outside of Lucifer, to know what had actually happened three years ago.