Bump in the Night Verse - Ficlet Set 2
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open_flameCharacters: Liz Sherman (Various ages from childhood to adulthood), Jack Harkness and mentions of several others.
Fandom: Hellboy (Bump in the Night Verse)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 950 total
AN: More ficlets. Once again![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
captain_flyboy is to blame for most of these bunnies. That and my god-awful playlist. XD
Did you hear the news that you’re dead?
Liz is eleven, during her first few months at the BPRD. She has not met Hellboy or Abe yet, only the "normal" agents.
The screams of the little girl could be heard throughout the entire BPRD New Jersey Headquarters. Professor Broom’s expression nearly made Agent Clay go white in the face as they watched 11-year-old Elizabeth Sherman run down the hall. She was chasing after the stretcher they were wheeling to medical. A bloodied and very dead Jack Harkness was laid out on it. His eyes were closed, his body not yet cold from his recent death.
“She may never forgive him for keeping this from her.” Broom said softly with a tinge of sadness.
“What? The kid?” Clay shrugged as they observed the child pushing open the door to medical. She’d stopped screaming, and all that could be heard was the soft whimper of a child who believed her hero was going to be six feet under ground soon. “Nah. The guy’s infallible. He can’t do a thing wrong in her book. Like he’s some kinda superhero or something.” Clay shrugged before he walked away.
Broom waited for several minutes outside the door, Lizzie’s gentle sobbing the only sound for some time. Suddenly, the all too familiar gasp of the immortal captain coming back to life hit Broom’s ears, and a second after that…
Broom shook his head and sighed, his quite words nearly undetectable over Liz’s screaming. He was sure Jack wanted the first time the girl found out he couldn’t stay dead to be less…noisy. “You have a lot of explaining to do, my friend.” He muttered as he walked away.
Safety Dance
Liz is seventeen. She is beginning to realize that she wants to be "normal"
“It’s not fair!” Seventeen year old Liz Sherman had just finished watching the John Hughes classic Pretty in Pink. The film, which had made Hellboy oddly happy as he watched it, had put far too many ideas in Liz’s young and rebellious head. Like always, when she wouldn’t listen to anyone else, Broom called in the aid of Captain Jack Harkness.
“Life isn’t fair, Lizzie.” Jack attempted to use his patented hypno voice, but the teenager just glared at him.
“Stop calling me that. I’m almost a grown up now.” She said in a less than grown up whine. “Call me Liz.”
“Fine. Liz. Life is not fair. And BPRD doesn’t have prom. I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Jack was honestly quite shocked at the idea of Liz wanting to do something so typical teenage girl, but the truth was, he didn’t know her very well anymore. Both Hellboy and Abe were fully expecting her to react this way, but Jack was frankly blindsided.
“I wanna go to a prom. ANY prom. I wanna drink punch and wear a dress and I wanna dance. I want to dance a lot.” She said as if it would make any difference at all.
Jack frowned, thinking about what happened at the typical American high school prom. As grown up as she claimed to be, Liz had no idea what the typical American teenager was like.
“You are too young to be dancing.” Jack said in a tone of voice that was almost fatherly. “End of story. Now just go help Trevor with his files or something safe.” Jack said in a way that meant the matter would be discussed no further.
The next words out of her mouth were so ‘normal’ it almost made Jack laugh, “You never let me do anything. I hate this place! Just wait until I’m old enough to leave. I will. And I’ll never come back!” Liz stormed off, the typical American teenager ponytail she was wearing swinging as she slammed the door to her room.
Sweet Child o’ Mine.
A few days after the twins get home.
Waking to find he was not in bed beside her in the middle of the night was nothing new. Jack was not a sleeper, and more often than not Liz would wake alone.
She smiled and rolled out of bed this time, rather than coiling up in the covers as she usually did. She tied her robe as she walked softly down the hall, trying not to make too much noise. She paused outside the nursery, wondering if she should tempt fate by walking in. The twins were sleeping at the same time, and that rare occasion was one that should be savored. Despite this, she pushed the door open a moment later.
Her lips twitched into a smile as her eyes fell on her husband, who was twisted around in a way that would surely cause his back to crack in places it should not when he woke up. He sat on the floor next to the cribs, one hand out stretched to each of his sons. His eyes were closed; his breathing was soft and the look on his face one of pure contentment and happiness.
Liz walked over, her eyes falling on the three most important people in the world. The centers of her universe, the people she lived for and would die for. Trevor’s tiny fingers were wrapped around his father’s ring finger, holding tightly. Thomas, in a way his parents would soon learn was typical to his personality, had pulled away from his fathers grasp as if it was an act of infant defiance.
The new mother brushed her finger along both her son’s tiny noses before she sunk down on the floor on front of Jack. She gently pulled his arms out of the cribs and settled him down on the hardwood floor. She snuggled close; wrapping her hands though Jack’s newly freed fingers as she laid her head on his arm like it was a pillow. She rose her head a moment to kiss her husband on the jaw before she drifted back to sleep in his arms.
Fandom: Hellboy (Bump in the Night Verse)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 950 total
AN: More ficlets. Once again
captain_flyboy is to blame for most of these bunnies. That and my god-awful playlist. XDDid you hear the news that you’re dead?
Liz is eleven, during her first few months at the BPRD. She has not met Hellboy or Abe yet, only the "normal" agents.
The screams of the little girl could be heard throughout the entire BPRD New Jersey Headquarters. Professor Broom’s expression nearly made Agent Clay go white in the face as they watched 11-year-old Elizabeth Sherman run down the hall. She was chasing after the stretcher they were wheeling to medical. A bloodied and very dead Jack Harkness was laid out on it. His eyes were closed, his body not yet cold from his recent death.
“She may never forgive him for keeping this from her.” Broom said softly with a tinge of sadness.
“What? The kid?” Clay shrugged as they observed the child pushing open the door to medical. She’d stopped screaming, and all that could be heard was the soft whimper of a child who believed her hero was going to be six feet under ground soon. “Nah. The guy’s infallible. He can’t do a thing wrong in her book. Like he’s some kinda superhero or something.” Clay shrugged before he walked away.
Broom waited for several minutes outside the door, Lizzie’s gentle sobbing the only sound for some time. Suddenly, the all too familiar gasp of the immortal captain coming back to life hit Broom’s ears, and a second after that…
Broom shook his head and sighed, his quite words nearly undetectable over Liz’s screaming. He was sure Jack wanted the first time the girl found out he couldn’t stay dead to be less…noisy. “You have a lot of explaining to do, my friend.” He muttered as he walked away.
Safety Dance
Liz is seventeen. She is beginning to realize that she wants to be "normal"
“It’s not fair!” Seventeen year old Liz Sherman had just finished watching the John Hughes classic Pretty in Pink. The film, which had made Hellboy oddly happy as he watched it, had put far too many ideas in Liz’s young and rebellious head. Like always, when she wouldn’t listen to anyone else, Broom called in the aid of Captain Jack Harkness.
“Life isn’t fair, Lizzie.” Jack attempted to use his patented hypno voice, but the teenager just glared at him.
“Stop calling me that. I’m almost a grown up now.” She said in a less than grown up whine. “Call me Liz.”
“Fine. Liz. Life is not fair. And BPRD doesn’t have prom. I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Jack was honestly quite shocked at the idea of Liz wanting to do something so typical teenage girl, but the truth was, he didn’t know her very well anymore. Both Hellboy and Abe were fully expecting her to react this way, but Jack was frankly blindsided.
“I wanna go to a prom. ANY prom. I wanna drink punch and wear a dress and I wanna dance. I want to dance a lot.” She said as if it would make any difference at all.
Jack frowned, thinking about what happened at the typical American high school prom. As grown up as she claimed to be, Liz had no idea what the typical American teenager was like.
“You are too young to be dancing.” Jack said in a tone of voice that was almost fatherly. “End of story. Now just go help Trevor with his files or something safe.” Jack said in a way that meant the matter would be discussed no further.
The next words out of her mouth were so ‘normal’ it almost made Jack laugh, “You never let me do anything. I hate this place! Just wait until I’m old enough to leave. I will. And I’ll never come back!” Liz stormed off, the typical American teenager ponytail she was wearing swinging as she slammed the door to her room.
Sweet Child o’ Mine.
A few days after the twins get home.
Waking to find he was not in bed beside her in the middle of the night was nothing new. Jack was not a sleeper, and more often than not Liz would wake alone.
She smiled and rolled out of bed this time, rather than coiling up in the covers as she usually did. She tied her robe as she walked softly down the hall, trying not to make too much noise. She paused outside the nursery, wondering if she should tempt fate by walking in. The twins were sleeping at the same time, and that rare occasion was one that should be savored. Despite this, she pushed the door open a moment later.
Her lips twitched into a smile as her eyes fell on her husband, who was twisted around in a way that would surely cause his back to crack in places it should not when he woke up. He sat on the floor next to the cribs, one hand out stretched to each of his sons. His eyes were closed; his breathing was soft and the look on his face one of pure contentment and happiness.
Liz walked over, her eyes falling on the three most important people in the world. The centers of her universe, the people she lived for and would die for. Trevor’s tiny fingers were wrapped around his father’s ring finger, holding tightly. Thomas, in a way his parents would soon learn was typical to his personality, had pulled away from his fathers grasp as if it was an act of infant defiance.
The new mother brushed her finger along both her son’s tiny noses before she sunk down on the floor on front of Jack. She gently pulled his arms out of the cribs and settled him down on the hardwood floor. She snuggled close; wrapping her hands though Jack’s newly freed fingers as she laid her head on his arm like it was a pillow. She rose her head a moment to kiss her husband on the jaw before she drifted back to sleep in his arms.
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