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[A woman's voice comes over the line.]

You've reached the Trickster's voicemail. Unfortunately, Mr. Trickster isn't available to take your call, nor will he likely ever be. Should you still wish to leave a message, please respond after the tone, and maybe we'll remember to get it to him, mmkay?

[Beep]

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[Gabriel snorts, but doesn't put up the effort to move.]

Better than most. If she was human, she'd be dead. Don't make the big picture any less grim, though.

[no matter what happens he's sure that Gabriel will be sure to double glove it from now on--no more monstrosities to worry about.]

In the big picture, do you really think this will be more than a speck on the frame? [Time: angels have a lot of it. It makes Lucifer both more existential and more wrapped up in details than mortals--even more than other angels, in fact.]

[And then the dramatic moment was ruined by Lucifer's mental safe sex talk. Thank you, Lucifer.

And out of meta-land, Gabriel just sighs and pulls away.] For me? Maybe not. For her? It's kind of a big deal and I can't just say, "Life's a bitch and then you die" and make this all go away.

[Lucifer looks at him, at first with patience, then with faintly disgusted bewilderment. It's only a few years that Gabriel will have to spend watching Jinx fishtail through grief...but all the same, what point is there in it?

He doesn't ask.]

I'm sure Castiel can fill her up with alcohol if it comes to that. [Doesn't that help?]

[Gabriel raises an eyebrow, as if sensing the unspoken argument. What point is there? What point is a war that no side is going to win? It's these simple things that make humans so fascinating. They die so soon, like fireflies, but they can still take the time to repair, to make themselves better after a tragedy.]

Y'know... I love you, bro. I really do. [He punches his shoulder in a rough, yet affectionate gesture.] But you suck at this.

[Lucifer almost tells him that he does not, that he's doing the best he can--it's like comforting Gabriel over the loss of a pet rock. And he almost, almost tells him not to call him 'bro', but he bites that back, too.]

Then let me give you some real advice.

[Gabriel's trying to be understanding, but it's hard, when the second chance at life after death is lying on an operating table fighting for her life. He crosses his arms and looks up at his brother, hoping maybe there might be something he can take in what he has to say- he wants there to be, so badly.]

Shoot.

[Lucifer is quiet a moment, digging around to find what passed for empathy in his mind when he was at odds with someone]

Don't let this define your relationship.

[A beat; he steps closer]

And while she's healing, not just physically, keep your eyes on her. Don't worry about all of this. Turn off your beeper and hole up.

I don't plan on it. [He plans to move on and forget as soon as she feels capable of doing it with him. The same thing he always does- run and hide.

And now Gabriel's concerned on a number of levels. And he knows why. They brought it here- to his safe place.] Thousands of years of you idiots asking me to choose and now you're asking me to keep out of it- what're the odds?

Not 'we'. Just me. [But that's all he says; he could remind him they're on opposite sides, but no point. He could warn him what he'll do if Gabriel opposes him, but that would only make things worse.]

[Gabriel drops his eyes and sighs.] Please don't get killed. There's things bigger than us out there. Way bigger. And I've met 'em. Do not give those assholes a reason to hunt you down. Hell's painful, but nothing stings more than some jackass trying to slice you open while you can't do a damn thing. [Without even thinking, he grabs Lucifer's jacket and gives his brother a violent shake to emphasize his point.] Don't get cocky, you stubborn son of a bitch. You got it?

[Worried? About the brother who killed him? About the brother that despises everything he is now?

Always.]

[Lucifer frowns, instantly protective in spite of everything. No one said their family dynamics made sense.] What did they do to you?

[...That went the opposite of where he wanted it to go.] Would it kill you to give me a, "No, little brother, I'm not even a little bit as stupid as you are" or something?

That goes without saying. [Lucifer takes another step, well within Gabriel's personal bubble] Now tell me what happened.

[Gabriel still hasn't let go of Lucifer's jacket so he just looks pathetically small right now- it's a good example of how he feels too.] You haven't met Voids yet- leave it to this place's freaky gimmicks to throw you at assholes who can make you practically human just by being near them. And once that happens... Your fair game. You're not top of the food chain anymore. [He lets go of Lucifer's jacket and moves away.] I was an idiot. I messed with the wrong jackass. And let's just say I don't recommend the vivisection.

[Lucifer isn't afraid of anything they might do to him; this isn't his body, and pain receptors don't really register to him the way Gabriel's vessels do after so many years. But the Voids, and being rendered powerless--that's concerning.]

And what is a Void, Gabriel? Who sent them for you?

They're people who deal with people like us. Why d'you think this place can keep standing when there's so many of us- angels, demons, monsters, Gods. It's because they trump all of it. Big time.

[He looks away again.] No one sent them. I got cocky and I screwed up.

[Lucifer stubbornly grabs him, so they're both holding one another's jackets]

And if you don't tell me what happened, I won't know what to avoid.

[Definition of functionality, these two. Gabriel doesn't want to talk about it- not now, not ever. That much is clear on his face, but when Lucifer demands something... There's only so many vague, smart-ass responses you can make before you have to tell some of the story.]

These two companies everyone's always talking about? Are full of jackasses. I wanted to hit 'em. I followed a scent-trail to some guy who worked for one of 'em, supposedly working on something to keep people from ending up helpless if the Core goes nutty and zaps everyone's powers. I figured I could get a two-for-one deal, if he was legit. Turns out? He wasn't. I got caught, hauled in, and got to experience first hand what a high school Biology lesson feels like. I got out, got the guy back, and I've been a lot more careful since. End of story. Okay?

Which company was that?

[As much blame as Satan gets for corporate evil, he actually pays very little attention to business. So he lets Gabriel go and paces a few steps, thinking.]

Now, when you say you were caught, don't you mean he lured you there? A false promise, an easy catch...that sounds like a trap.

SERO, and I doubt I was the actual target. The bastard's candy van would've taken any schmuck dumb enough to fall for it. [Gabriel hisses.] Stop getting ideas.

Yes. I suppose they would have.

[He looks at Gabriel finally; yeah Lucifer already has an idea. Of course he does.]

[Gabriel's nostrils flare. He could be a dead-ringer for Sam if he kept that up.] Stop. Getting. Ideas. ...This is why I don't tell you anything.

[And yet, it's distracting him from his current issue... By giving him something else to be stressed over.

And fuck you too, Lucifer.]

If you hadn't told me, do you really think I wouldn't have found SERO eventually? This way, I know what to expect.

[He crosses the distance between them and stops close to Gabriel.]

I'm not going to run off and take them on, Gabriel, don't be stupid.

[Do not throw your brother off the roof. Whatever you do, DO NOT throw your brother off the roof.]

I was kinda hoping you'd let the fools these mortals be... Be, and just ignore the assclowns. My mistake.

[He narrows his eyes.] Whatever, but, uh... If you get caught, Jinx is the only person who can get in and out of a facility without screwing the pooch big time. Just keep that in mind, bro.

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