He stops at the door. He shoves his hands into both pants pockets.

He's looking at the door.

"Such anger you have. Someone with that much anger comes from somewhere. Not only because the person had a fight with her boss" Huh?

"What are you talking about?" He looks at me.

"It's not what Ms George...it's who" He looks back at the door. Is he messing with me or something?

"How is what you're doing now is going to help me? I don't even understand what your saying" I clench my hands. That anger again. Where the heck is it coming from!

"Look above the door. Look at the split" I look above the entrance door.

I see a crack. It's the only one there. One that looks big enough to shove a straw through it and would be able to see outside this door. Couple centimeters wider and someone would've been able to completely see through it.

I look back at Lucifer.

"Are you implying that I'm the one who did that?"

"I'm stating that you're that one who did it. I'm certain you do not remember right now, but I'm hoping I can trigger a flashback" I look at his face. He's serious.

Of course he is. I've never seen him joke about anything. Instead of doubting what he says I will make it an interest to find out more. What is the point of doubting when there are things  happening to me that I don't understand. I need someone right now who can tell me what's going on. Someone who seems to know.

But...why would Lucifer want to help me? It's really bothering me. I don't know him as the type of person who helps people. I've never seen it.

"Why do you want to help me?" It takes nothing out of me to ask him. I'm not that shy.

He keeps looking at the crack in the wall. Is he ignoring me?

"Sir?" I remember he told me once that he doesn't like to be called Sir, so maybe it'll get his attention.

"Are you having problems remembering Ms George?"

"Yes but I want to know why you-"

"Why would I want to deceive you? Wasn't I the one who broke you from the spell Samuel cast on you?" I'm taken aback by what he just said. Especially to call that bastards name. The reminder of what that he did to me makes the anger I'm trying to suppress even worst.

It gets so much that I feel as if I'm going to loose control of myself. I start trembling. A funny feeling develops in my gut, also my head. I also feel really...nauseous. My eyes gets dark. I feel this unusual feeling develops inside me, like...energy.

"Ms George"

"Don't call my name!" The ground under my feet begins to shake, so is the rest of the building.

This is unbelievable!

"Remember I told you that the power you have can also destroy others! This is what I'm talking about! If you don't control it your going to kill everyone in this building! I can help you! Bit by bit I will help you!" I don't care. This feels good.

So good.

I shut my eyes. I hold out my hands and shut my palms. When I feel my feet off the ground I smile.

"Christina!" I feel a hand wrap around my right wrist.

I open my eyes and look down at him.

"I want to help you because you...you need my help! I know you don't want to kill everyone here! Your a good person!"

"You don't know anything about me!" I half open my palms. The building shakes even more.

"I may not know much about you! But I know for sure your a good person Christina! Even when Diana keeps tormenting you, you supplicate me to let her keep her job! You might not remember that either but I'm telling you the truth! If you don't calm down your going to kill all these people"

He squeeze my hand gently.

"Please calm down" I've never seen his face so innocent.

"Why...are you looking...at me like that?" The pants are still there. I want him. I need him.

"Your so beautiful. Beautiful and innocent". He finally says. My eyes widen. He meant it. Does this mean more to Lucifer than it should?

Why do I feel connected to him anyways?

My eyes roll over in my head.

***

Lucifer eyes and mine makes four.

I look down to see him holding on to my hand. What the...

"What's it with you holding my hand? You said you wanna help me. Does holding my hand every five minutes a part of it?" I slip my hand out of his. He looks at me as if I've gone mad.

"What's the last thing you remember before now?" I think I'm the one who's suppose to be looking at him like he's mad.

"So weren't you the one standing right there when I said it?"

"Just tell me"

"You said you wouldn't deceive me, and asked me if it wasn't you the one that broke me from the spell Samuel cast on me" I look at the ground. This doesn't feel right.

Lucifer rushes to his desk. I can hear the clicking of the keys as he types. He raise his body as if he found what he is looking for.

"Come look at this" With curiosity I walk to his desk.

There is a knock at the door.

"Come in!" Couldn't he just say 'go to your office and come back the next 10 minutes?' Of course not because nothing really bothers him.

"Sir-" A woman employee opens the door but stops after she sees me close to him.

I remember what I said earlier to Diana, everyone heard.

"Yes Ester. I'm in the middle of something here" She look away from me to look at Lucifer.

Ester looks very pretty.

"Did you felt the earthquake just now?"

"Yes I have we're in the same building, now get back to work"

"Um...it's actually time for us to go home sir" The door opens a little wider. There are 2 more woman out there behind her.

"Ok sign out. Wait do I really need to tell you people this? You already know what to do now go!" Everybody knows. They are probably just curious to see what's going up here.

She looks at me innocently one last time before closing the door.

That's what I don't get. He doesn't treat me like that.

I still cannot get the thought of the flashback from my head. Did Lucifer and I had sex?

"Look"

I look at his laptop.

What I see almost sends me into shock.

I'm floating?

I'm off the ground?

After I finished watching the video, I understand how my hand ended up in his.

This is...this is unbelievable.

My breathing becomes heavy as I feel tears surfacing itself.

I can kill people without even knowing it. I can have sex with anyone anywhere and don't even know it. I can do anything to anyone and still don't know it. I can't believe this. I know that I have an impressive metabolism, but I didn't know I also have superpowers.

Oh my god.

I put my palm over my face.

I need to see my doctor.

"I think I know what's happening to you". I look at him. I realize I have tears in my eyes so I look away.

I'm gonna cry in front of Lucifer. I don't think I can stop the tears from flowing. I can't stay here.

"I-I need a few minutes to process all this" I walk off and head for my office.

I close my office door.

I take a seat at my desk. Thankfully he didn't pursue me.

Well it's not like him to do it.

Since I have these abilities couldn't it be that the memory flashback about Lucifer and I was probably some trick from this power I have?

I wipe my eyes.

Get a grip on yourself Christina. He said he know what is going on with you and you definitely want to know, so just go back out there and let him explain.

I get up, walk to my door and open it.

I walk back out there. Lucifer is sitting at the edge of his desk. His arms are folded. It actually looks as if he's looking at the crack above the door.

Yeah that crack.

I need to know how I did that.

"Sorry about that" I say to him, but he did not look at me.

I'll just ignore that.

I look at the crack with him.

"How did that happened?" I ask softly.

He keeps looking at it without turning to me once.

"We had an argument. When you opened the door to vacate...it just hit the wall as loud as a lightning bolt then the wall just...cracked. I think it has something to do with the way you positioned your hand"

"My hands?"

"After you started floating I observed you keenly. It was after you partially shut your hands that the building tremble even more"

"So if I'd completely open my hands-"

"The building would've collapsed"

He looks at me with his expression soft and welcoming. Seeing this softens mine too.

I thought superpowers were only made up by authors who wrote about these things. Where did this power come from?

"Wait you said we had an argument Why?" He look away from me. His expression becomes impassive.

That's when I remember that Lucifer has been showing emotions earlier. He's been showing vulnerability.

I look at the time and I know Daniel will soon be here.

"I will be leaving soon. If you really want to help me I need some questions answered. What were we arguing about?"

"That isn't relevant right now. Like you said you will be leaving soon. The argument is a whole story by itself. This it is nothing for you to worry about. It's nothing"

"Nothing?"

He raise himself from the desk.

"I left those documents on your desk to see if it'll trigger your memory, but obviously it only caused you...perplexity"

"I feel like a chunk of my life is missing. When you asked me what was the last thing I remembered you said to me, and I repeated it, it felt as if there was something missing. After you showed me a playback on the camera of what happened, it feels like a void has been filled. But I still...feel that...void. What happened to me that I missed out those days?"

"After you left my office you confronted Diana. Your powers got out of control. You almost killed her and everyone in this building. After you regained control you were in coma for several days" What?

I walk a little closer to him.

"What kind of an explanation is that? What did I confronted Diana about? How did I regained control? This is confusing because you aren't explaining properly to me what happened!" I exhale enormously through my mouth. This is too fucking frustrating!

"That's because I'm not the one who's suppose to be telling you this"

"What do you mean by that" I look at him.

"You were there at Daniel's after I got sick. What happened to me?" Of course I know what happened. I just want to be sure if what he's telling me now is utterly true.

I want to know if he had been kept in the dark by my brother or if he already know.

He look away from me.

"Ask your brother"

"I am asking you a question. My brother is not here"

"You're supposed to remember what happened" What?

How would he know that?

"Why? Did you do something to my memory? Is it a little trick of yours to get me into bed!" What I just said didn't make sense, but I want to get on his nerves. I need this void inside me to be filled and somebody need to fill it.

"I'd appreciate it if you don't insult me" I can see that he's upset.

After a little while he's the first to look away.

"If you don't want to help me it's fine. I'll figure it out on my own. I'm one hundred percent certain that my brother won't have a problem helping me"

"Your brother"

"Why did you say it like that?"

"Your brother has answers I don't have. As for your question I know you have the answer to it. You don't need to test me" I try not to show my surprise.

How'd he know I was testing him.

He sigh and rub his hand over his head.

"Diana told me you killed someone and you overheard it"

"Did she say who?"

"No. Do you think there's a possibility that you might?"

"Haven't you seen what just happen? I didn't even remember it and after seeing it I still have a little doubt"

"Well you didn't. She was lying".

"How-"

"I just know. I don't wanna talk about that or Diana" He seems to be getting upset.

"Can you just stop cutting me off?" He's just quiet. Aren't you going to say something?

"How did I regained control?"

"I did it now lets continue-"

"How did you do it?"

"One explanation just leads to another question"

"Can you blame me? I don't have any memory of it?"

He sighs again.

"I did it the same way as I just did"

"I want to see it"

"No"

What?

"Why not?"

"It wouldn't be a wise thing to do. Just leave it?"

"I thought you said you want to help me. How do you help me when you withhold things from me? You aren't so much of someone right now to tell me what is wise. Do you need me to calculate what business with pleasure equals?" He's acting as if he's much wiser than I am.

He looks at me for a while, then he shakes his head seemingly thinks I'm unbelievable, then he looks at his laptop.