The Bet - Fic for Bump in the Night Verse
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open_flameCharacters: Liz Sherman, Hellboy, Jack Harkness, mentions of John Myers/ Kitty Pryde, Elle Bishop.
Fandoms: Hellboy, Torchwood, X-Men, Heroes (Bump in the Night Verse)
Setting: Between Hellboy 1 and Hellboy 2. After Kitty smooches Myers, and a week before Liz and Jack get married. Inspired by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
phasing_cat's fic here. Not sure if the timeline is going to be correct, but whatever. *grins*
Rating: PG ( One eff bomb)
Word Count: 1100
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses vol2.week32
Bailiff: Do you promise to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?
Red’s hiding something, I’ve known him far too long for him to be able to keep much of anything a secret and the big guy has got himself one hell of a secret.
“HB, you got a sec?” I’m still not used to the door on his room not being under lock and key. It was one of the first things Jack did when he took over, and just like he said, Red is much better behaved now that he has a bit more responsibility.
Red tosses the sander he uses to file down his horns on the cart next to the mirror. That sigh of his lets me know that he knows I know something’s up. “I donno nothin’. Not a damn thing.” He says as he reaches for the open beer can in front of him.
“Yeah. That’s not gonna work, HB.” I laugh as I flop down on his bed, pushing the cluster of cats and kittens off to the side. “You’re an awful liar.” I say as I pick up the little gray tabby and play with her on my chest. Is it weird that Red’s room is less chaotic than the rest of my world right now? Sometimes I wonder why I told Jack I wanted a real wedding in the first place, it’s so much work.
“I’m not lyin’. You’re just readin’ too much into stuff again. Like you did yesterday when Jack said he wanted some food with pumpkin at the reception.” Red laughs and I almost fall for the bait.
“HEY! He should know that you can’t change a menu a week before the wedding. These things take time and planning and…” I trail off when I hear Hellboy laughing. “What?” I snap as I stand up and glare at him.
“You chicks are all crazy. I think the new girl’s about the only sane woman in this joint.” He teases me as he lights a cigar with his trusty zippo. I was honestly surprised that thing still works after that Kappa ate it.
“We all are, huh?” I smirk when I see I’ve got him cornered. It’s either about me, Kitty or Elle. He knows better than to call me crazy this close to my wedding, considering the fact my new nickname is Bridezilla. Elle’s so new to the BPRD he can’t know anything scandalous about her yet, so that leaves…Kitty.
“What did our little Kitty do, Red?” I fold my arms across my chest and walk over to him. “Spill it. Come on.”
“No.” He growls at me in a way that lets me know he’s getting defensive. Just about anyone else in this building would be backing down, but not me.
“This got anything to do with the Boy Scout?” I watch Red’s eyes widen ever so slightly.
“It DOES!” I grin and bounce on my toes. “Come on! Please. Tell me. What happened? Did he ask her out again?”
“Not so much.” The puff of smoke he blows in my face makes my nose tickle.
“Well?” I keep pushing. He’ll break sooner or later. “ Did she ask him out?”
“Nope.” He picks up a pile of CDs and starts flipping though. “Did I lend you the Hendrix CD?” God, he’s awful at casual. Worse than I am. It’s sitting right on the shelf.
“Nope.” I reach up and pull the case down, setting it on the pile in his hands. “Now, Kitty and Myers. Tell me what you know or I’ll be forced to have you grounded.”
“You’ll WHAT?!?” He snorts a laugh so loud the cat that’s twisted around my leg runs off with a hiss.
“You heard me. I’ll tell Jack you…went off to the Troll Market without checking out or something.” Am I really using my fiancés position as leader to blackmail information out of my best friend? Damn right, I am.
“You don’t have the guts, Sparky.” He challenges me without meeting my eyes.
“Try me.” I press the button on my phone to call Jack. He picks up after a single ring.
“Liz, I told you. That cake will be more than enough. Not everyone eats sweets they way you do, sweetheart.” Jack doesn’t even say hello. I must admit I have been bugging the hell out of him with all my wedding panic. I’ll make it up to him, somehow.
“You like cake just as much as I do, and that’s not why I’m calling.” My voice is sweet and calm as Red glares at me in a way that would scare the shit out of anyone else. I know he’ll give, and if he doesn’t…
“You’ll never guess what I found out HB did.” I say to Jack sounding like a disappointed mother or teacher.
“Crap. What now?” I can almost see Jack’s neck muscled tense at the idea of Red causing more trouble “I’ll call Manning and we’ll tell the press it was just a…”
Red rips the hand from my fingers so fast I gasp. “Cap? Listen, Liz’s just messin’ with you. I’ve been good. A fuckin’ angel, right?” Red pushed the phone back at me as I smile triumphantly.
“Liz?” Jack asks curiously as I put the phone back to my ear.
“He’s right, babe. I’m just being funny.” I’m sweet as the cake Jack thought I was calling about, though I feel a bit wicked that I lowered myself to this just for a bit of good gossip.
“Not funny.” Jack chuckles into the phone before we exchange our goodbyes in that sweet way that makes most of the people around here tease us behind our back, or in Red’s case, right to our faces.
“You’re pretty damn cutsey for someone so evil, you know that, Kid?” Red’s in his big chair, shoving a donut in his mouth the way he does when he’s been defeated.
“I’m not evil. I’m clever. Now spill.” I grab a chocolate glazed from the box and sit on the arm of the chair.
“Alright. John may have told me something happened a couple a’ days ago.” He holds his hand out to let one of the cats lick the sugar off his fingers as he sighs. “But before I tell you, how much was that bet about Kitty kissing Myers first for anyway?”
Fandoms: Hellboy, Torchwood, X-Men, Heroes (Bump in the Night Verse)
Setting: Between Hellboy 1 and Hellboy 2. After Kitty smooches Myers, and a week before Liz and Jack get married. Inspired by
phasing_cat's fic here. Not sure if the timeline is going to be correct, but whatever. *grins*Rating: PG ( One eff bomb)
Word Count: 1100
Prompt:
scifi_muses vol2.week32Bailiff: Do you promise to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?
Red’s hiding something, I’ve known him far too long for him to be able to keep much of anything a secret and the big guy has got himself one hell of a secret.
“HB, you got a sec?” I’m still not used to the door on his room not being under lock and key. It was one of the first things Jack did when he took over, and just like he said, Red is much better behaved now that he has a bit more responsibility.
Red tosses the sander he uses to file down his horns on the cart next to the mirror. That sigh of his lets me know that he knows I know something’s up. “I donno nothin’. Not a damn thing.” He says as he reaches for the open beer can in front of him.
“Yeah. That’s not gonna work, HB.” I laugh as I flop down on his bed, pushing the cluster of cats and kittens off to the side. “You’re an awful liar.” I say as I pick up the little gray tabby and play with her on my chest. Is it weird that Red’s room is less chaotic than the rest of my world right now? Sometimes I wonder why I told Jack I wanted a real wedding in the first place, it’s so much work.
“I’m not lyin’. You’re just readin’ too much into stuff again. Like you did yesterday when Jack said he wanted some food with pumpkin at the reception.” Red laughs and I almost fall for the bait.
“HEY! He should know that you can’t change a menu a week before the wedding. These things take time and planning and…” I trail off when I hear Hellboy laughing. “What?” I snap as I stand up and glare at him.
“You chicks are all crazy. I think the new girl’s about the only sane woman in this joint.” He teases me as he lights a cigar with his trusty zippo. I was honestly surprised that thing still works after that Kappa ate it.
“We all are, huh?” I smirk when I see I’ve got him cornered. It’s either about me, Kitty or Elle. He knows better than to call me crazy this close to my wedding, considering the fact my new nickname is Bridezilla. Elle’s so new to the BPRD he can’t know anything scandalous about her yet, so that leaves…Kitty.
“What did our little Kitty do, Red?” I fold my arms across my chest and walk over to him. “Spill it. Come on.”
“No.” He growls at me in a way that lets me know he’s getting defensive. Just about anyone else in this building would be backing down, but not me.
“This got anything to do with the Boy Scout?” I watch Red’s eyes widen ever so slightly.
“It DOES!” I grin and bounce on my toes. “Come on! Please. Tell me. What happened? Did he ask her out again?”
“Not so much.” The puff of smoke he blows in my face makes my nose tickle.
“Well?” I keep pushing. He’ll break sooner or later. “ Did she ask him out?”
“Nope.” He picks up a pile of CDs and starts flipping though. “Did I lend you the Hendrix CD?” God, he’s awful at casual. Worse than I am. It’s sitting right on the shelf.
“Nope.” I reach up and pull the case down, setting it on the pile in his hands. “Now, Kitty and Myers. Tell me what you know or I’ll be forced to have you grounded.”
“You’ll WHAT?!?” He snorts a laugh so loud the cat that’s twisted around my leg runs off with a hiss.
“You heard me. I’ll tell Jack you…went off to the Troll Market without checking out or something.” Am I really using my fiancés position as leader to blackmail information out of my best friend? Damn right, I am.
“You don’t have the guts, Sparky.” He challenges me without meeting my eyes.
“Try me.” I press the button on my phone to call Jack. He picks up after a single ring.
“Liz, I told you. That cake will be more than enough. Not everyone eats sweets they way you do, sweetheart.” Jack doesn’t even say hello. I must admit I have been bugging the hell out of him with all my wedding panic. I’ll make it up to him, somehow.
“You like cake just as much as I do, and that’s not why I’m calling.” My voice is sweet and calm as Red glares at me in a way that would scare the shit out of anyone else. I know he’ll give, and if he doesn’t…
“You’ll never guess what I found out HB did.” I say to Jack sounding like a disappointed mother or teacher.
“Crap. What now?” I can almost see Jack’s neck muscled tense at the idea of Red causing more trouble “I’ll call Manning and we’ll tell the press it was just a…”
Red rips the hand from my fingers so fast I gasp. “Cap? Listen, Liz’s just messin’ with you. I’ve been good. A fuckin’ angel, right?” Red pushed the phone back at me as I smile triumphantly.
“Liz?” Jack asks curiously as I put the phone back to my ear.
“He’s right, babe. I’m just being funny.” I’m sweet as the cake Jack thought I was calling about, though I feel a bit wicked that I lowered myself to this just for a bit of good gossip.
“Not funny.” Jack chuckles into the phone before we exchange our goodbyes in that sweet way that makes most of the people around here tease us behind our back, or in Red’s case, right to our faces.
“You’re pretty damn cutsey for someone so evil, you know that, Kid?” Red’s in his big chair, shoving a donut in his mouth the way he does when he’s been defeated.
“I’m not evil. I’m clever. Now spill.” I grab a chocolate glazed from the box and sit on the arm of the chair.
“Alright. John may have told me something happened a couple a’ days ago.” He holds his hand out to let one of the cats lick the sugar off his fingers as he sighs. “But before I tell you, how much was that bet about Kitty kissing Myers first for anyway?”
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