The Truth about Broom - RP with captain_flyboy<user site="live

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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.

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I flash the young agent a bright smile as I pass him. Cute kid kind of sad to see him working down here watching after Hellboy, but there isn't a Torchwood to seduce him too, so I guess he's stuck.

I turn my attention to Liz, I want to hold her hand, but based on what the kid just said that would be a very bad, bad idea. I don't even know if Hellboy remembers me anyway. Best not to piss him off.

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Before I can say anything, Liz is rushing out of my room. I should say something to her about that cleaning my room comment, but I'm more focused on Jack. By the time I think of what to say, she's already gone.

Where the hell is she going, anyway?

"So that job of hers much pay for shit if she has to take the bus." I snarl Jack a bit when he speaks finally, ignoring the fact that they seem to be good friends now. How can she be friends with a guy like that? He's too damn pretty, and what the hell is up with that coat? Even I know a little but about fashion. He looks like he's still in the war. "So what, you see a pretty girl at the bus stop and you tell her your life story? That's how you know Liz?" I pause and light a cigar. I hate this shit. I hate new people so much "Not very good at being...discreet are you, Captain...Sir."

What the hell is up with this guy and Liz?

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I let out a frustrated whimper when Jack let go of me. "I don't know what I can say to him, Jack. I really don't."

Care about him? I do care about him; he was my best friend in the whole world. He used to let me watch stupid movies in his room, save pancakes for me when I missed breakfast because I slept too late. He rescued me when I was in danger I don't know how many times. He listened while I cried, when I was angry, when I was scared. He helped me learn some control of my fire. He made me laugh, he always knew how to make me laugh. I really do miss him.

"Okay, I guess, I'll just tell him that." I nod gently and step away from Jack. "Maybe you should wait outside?"I turn and smile at him. "Don't get into any trouble without me, and watch out for Manning. He's a total asshole." I pop up on my tip toes and give him a kiss on the cheek, then walk carefully to the back of Red's room.

What the hell am I supposed to say to make this better?

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I smile at her, even though it hurts to think about her with someone else. "Liz, as long as you're happy, I'll be happy." I hate it when she cries. I always feel like it's my fault. Probably because it usually is.

"If he breaks your heart I'll have to kill him, though." I'm not kidding. He hurts her, I will end him without a second thought.

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"Bye, Red." I really do think it's time we leave. Manning was already pissed I didn't clear bringing Jack with him, can't imagine he's thrilled I didn't lock Brooms study back up, or that Jack went in there. If he even knows Jack went in there. Manning really has no idea what goes on around here, It's almost sad.

I link my arm through Jacks and pull him out of Red's room. "That was not as horrible as I expected it to be." I grin up at him as we step out into the hallway. "No one punched anybody, and I only went up in flames once." I wince, maybe I shouldn't have told Jack that I did that.

I lead Jack down the hall to the exit, stopping a minute at my old room, concrete lined in asbestos with a slab for a bed. It wasn't much, but it was mine. Broom had it build just for me.

We're almost to the lift to the lobby when I hear the last voice I want to.

"Miss Sherman, are you going to be dropping by with next-to-no-notice again?" Manning's voice is dripping with sarcasm. "Also, should we be expecting more guests, or is this guy just passing thorough?" He steps in front of Jack and me, blocking our way to the lift.

"Manning, I will give you more notice next time, I promise. It was just a..." I begin as he cut me off.

"You seem to think that things are the same around here now that you're gone. You come waltzing in here, and want to look in Trevor's old office, which should be my office, have I mentioned that?" Manning is a self serving as ever, I think as he drones on. "The both of you." Manning shots Jack a disapproving look and looks down at a clip board he's holding, no doubt with the little bit of information I told Myers about Jack written on it. "Captain...Harkness, is it?" He raises an eyebrow at Jack. "Funny thing, I had the boys look you up when Liz mentioned you were...tagging along." He shakes his head. "And there is almost NOTHING about you in our system. Yet Elizabeth here tells me you were Broom's good friend."

He smirks and taps Jack's chest with the clipboard. "A bit odd that none of us have ever heard of you before today, isn't it?"

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"It's different this time." I say softly. I'm not drugged up on Lithium or Thorazine in a psychiatric hospital.

"Thank you, for helping me." I nod and purse my lips a bit. "I don't think I could do this without you." I add softly "Or Dana or Gabriel or Sylar." I wince a bit, I shouldn't have said that last part. "Mostly you, though. You have your work cut out for you if you want to 'fix' me though, Jack."