Liz Sherman (
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The Truth about Broom - RP with
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I stare up at the building I called my home for the past 2 decades, my stomach feeling like a rock. I glance over at Jack "I don't know if we should do this. I don't think Hellboy wants to see me...after everything."
I broke his heart. I walked out on everyone and everything, my whole life. I ran away to New York. A chance meeting with Captain Jack Harkness changed my life forever. Truthfully, I was beginning to think that nothing was chance anymore. Jack knew Prof. Trevor Broom more than 60 years ago. They worked together in WWII. He was there the day Hellboy came though that portal. Broom was like a father to me since I was 12 years old, and he called Hellboy his son.
Broom was murdered by Kroenen in cold blood, under the orders of Grigori Rasputin just a few short months ago. I had no idea Jack was at the funeral. I didn't even know he knew Broom until several days ago. What was even more shocking was the fact that Broom had terminal cancer. He had told Jack just a week before he was murdered. He never told anyone at BRPD that I knew of.
I lead the way on that familiar walk to Hellboy's room, and glance at John Myers as he opens the vault like door. He's staring at my like I'm walking into a death sentence. "He's not the same since you left, Liz." Myers warns me. "None of us are." I don't meet his eyes. I can't.
I look over at Jack as the door to Hellboy's room creaks open. I have such a bad feeling about this.
I broke his heart. I walked out on everyone and everything, my whole life. I ran away to New York. A chance meeting with Captain Jack Harkness changed my life forever. Truthfully, I was beginning to think that nothing was chance anymore. Jack knew Prof. Trevor Broom more than 60 years ago. They worked together in WWII. He was there the day Hellboy came though that portal. Broom was like a father to me since I was 12 years old, and he called Hellboy his son.
Broom was murdered by Kroenen in cold blood, under the orders of Grigori Rasputin just a few short months ago. I had no idea Jack was at the funeral. I didn't even know he knew Broom until several days ago. What was even more shocking was the fact that Broom had terminal cancer. He had told Jack just a week before he was murdered. He never told anyone at BRPD that I knew of.
I lead the way on that familiar walk to Hellboy's room, and glance at John Myers as he opens the vault like door. He's staring at my like I'm walking into a death sentence. "He's not the same since you left, Liz." Myers warns me. "None of us are." I don't meet his eyes. I can't.
I look over at Jack as the door to Hellboy's room creaks open. I have such a bad feeling about this.
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"Just remind me not to ever piss you off." I smile softly and give him a gently kiss when we're out of sight of everyone in the lower level. Enough gossip will be going around there, not need to add to it.
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I then think about that statement and laugh, Broom knew what he was doing alright, trying to ease me into a new job. Clever to the last my old friend, well done.
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"I don't think Broom wanted Manning in charge any more than any of us did, but that's just the way the cards fell. Nothing can be done about it." Jack can't be here to keep Manning in line. While that little display was inspiring, it might not effect things the way I first thought. Manning will spin Jack as the villain, just like he does to Red.
"Just forget about it and let's go back to New York, OK? We have jobs we need to do there."
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"I will make things right Liz, Broom would want me too," I say.
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"Come on, we'll go back to New York, go to dinner or something, forget all about the unpleasantness, OK?" I try my best not to be upset with him, but he just doesn't understand the way things work around here. Stirring the pot will only lead to trouble.
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"Dinner sounds great....maybe we could eat in at your place," I ask softly.
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We can talk about it later, or not at all." I say nonchalantly as we walk out the door to the waiting car. At least Manning didn't tell them to make us walk back to the airport. I wouldn't put it past him.
"If you want actual 'dinner' at my place, then we'll have to get take out." I say as we get into the car. "All I know how to cook pancakes, nachos and coffee." I smile up at him. "Unless you know how to cook?"
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I'm a very rich man thanks to backing several Broadway hits, investments, a few businesses I'm a silent partner in and the large salary Torchwood paid me when I was a freelance agent that I've saved most of. I don't have to work anymore if I don't want to, I do it so I don't get bored.
And also I have knowledge that has saved the world more then once. "I can cook," I reply smiling, "I took lessons in France back in the 50's, and I have an original copy of Julia Child's first cookbook."
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"Really?" I raise an eyebrow. "Did she get to meet her?" Sometimes Red and I used to watch cooking shows when there was nothing else on. It always made us hungry and then we'd have to deal with the less than stellar cooking from the kitchen.
"If you want to cook, we'll have to go shopping. All I have is half a bag of popcorn and coffee. Maybe there's some bread too. Not good bread or anything," I try not to look too embarrassed. "Just plain old Wonderbread."
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I open her car door. "To the supermarket we go."
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“Wimp.” I flash a smile to let him know I’m kidding before I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. I don’t really care who sees.
I’m so happy he dropped all the BPRD stuff. “Yes, to the supermarket…or by the time we get dinner made it will be breakfast time.”
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I let Liz kiss me, happy in the knowledge she's more relaxed and at ease now.
"And she has this salad I think you'll love, I haven't decided on what to make for desert yet."
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"But salad and me, not good friends. There are vegetables all over salads." I crinkle my nose a bit. BPRD was never famous for it's balanced meals. I'm not used to this sort of thing at all.
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It really is true some foods can balance out people's emotions if they are cooked in the right way. I make a mental note to talk to Gabriel about that factor maybe we can run some tests and see if I'm right.
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"Well, that would explain a lot." I nod and crumple my brow after I stop laughing. "If it will help me keep control, I will give it a try, but I make no promises. Unless you want to come over every single day and cook for me, of course."
I find myself fidgeting with the rubber bands on my wrist as I speak. "I'm still not smoking; that counts for something right?" I say with mock pride.
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I sigh thinking of Cole Porter as a good example of that. That man had so much music left in him.
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"I tried a few times before but the closest I ever came was..." I trail off. "Last time I left BPRD, but I had...help then."
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I mean what I say, Liz has so much potential and it will be fun working to bring it out of her.
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