Liz Sherman

I don't turn when I hear the door open. It's time for lunch, and the Boy Scout is probably just bringing me food. He's been jumpier than usual since Liz left. Won't tell me why, either. Somethings off with that guy, but what is it.

Screw 'em. I think as I hear the footsteps coming my way.

"Just leave it and go, Myers. I ain't in the mood for small talk." I keep my back turned. I really am in no mood for company. Haven't been for a while. Might not ever be.

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His rooms the same; messy, cramped and full of cats. I step over a pile of trash and glance back at Jack. I'm so thankful he came with me, I can't do this alone. I tried. I drove part way there, and got too afraid and turned right back around, a few times even.

"Is it lunch time already, Red?" I try not to sound too nervous as I attempt a joke. I haven't seen him since that night I left. He yelled at me, I can remember it plan as day. It was the first time in my entire life Red had ever yelled at me, and I still couldn't shake that feeling that I deserved every word of of it.

"Red, I have to talk to you about Prof. Broom." Best not to tip toe around, might as well jump right in. I exhale sharply as Hellboy turns to face me. "This is Jack, by the way. Captain Jack Harkness, Hellboy. Hellboy, Jack." I nod to each of them.

Yeah, very bad feeling about all of this.

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I smile and step the room after Liz trying to avoid as much of the trash as I can. Hellboy makes me feel bloody tiny considering the last time I saw him he was a tiny red thing, trying to steal chocolate bars out my pockets with his tail.

"Nice to see you again Hellboy," I said as a few of the cats in the room twine around my ankles. That surprises me because normally animals sense what I am and it makes them nervous.

"I doubt you remember though," I add stepping back a bit, "it's been a while." I keep an eye on Liz, ready to step in if things get tense.

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"Liz?" I try not to smile when I see her. I miss her, almost more than I miss Father. That's the wrong thing to feel, but it is what it is. Can't change it anymore than I can change the way I look. Wishing won't do a damn thing for it.

"Do I know you?" I look at this Jack guy. He seems to know me, which is strange. Nobody knows me. Manning makes sure of that. Not that I don't make it hard for him, just to spite the bastard. The cats don't mind Jack, so he can't be all bad. Mittens and the kids especially and they are very picky. "Jack, huh? Why're you here?"

I look back to Liz. "What about Father?" She looks so sad. What could possibly make Father's death any worse? I got my vengeance in Russia, but it didn't make me feel much better.

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"Jack knew Professor Broom. He was...in the War with him." I take the liberty of answering the question Red asked Jack. I want to step closer to Jack but I know it will just make Red jealous, like he gets. He thinks I need protection from everyone and everything, even the good guys.

"Red, your father was..." The words catch in my mouth. I don't want to tell him. I don't want to know what will happen when he finds out his father lied to him. "He was....sick." I finish softly.

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I sigh. "I was there when Professor Broom found you," I say picking up one of the cats and stroking it.

"I helped Broom take care of you for a few months and he asked me for advice in letters up until the 1960's or so, then we lost touch."

I sigh again, here comes the hard part. "At least we did until a week before he died....when he told me he had cancer. He asked me to look after you."

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I stare at him a moment, then back at Liz. I don't remember this guy. If he was there, I should but I don't. Father would have told me. He wouldn't have kept something like having cancer from me. He told me everything. We didn't always get along, Hell we'd go weeks without speaking, but he told me everything. This guy was a liar. Had to be.

"My father was murdered." I step forward and look down at him. He's tall, but I'm taller. "And I don't need a babysitter." Who does this asshole think he is, anyway? Walking into my house, with Liz no less, telling me things about my own father. I don't like him. Not one bit.

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"Red, don't." I almost whine when he steps up to Jack. I know he wouldn't believe it if Jack told him. He probably wouldn't even believe it if I told him. I look at them both, eyes darting from one to the other.

Jack has the nerve to pick up Red favorite cat. I almost reached out and grabbed her from Jack. I knew it must be pissing Red off. They both just stood there, staring at each other after Red spoke.

That bad feeling I have...it's getting worse.

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I give the demon my hardest stare the one Martha in private my Doctor look. Hellboy doesn't scare me, very little does.

"He trusted me to look after you because I was there when the portal opened, because I have seen so much worse then you and had so much worse done to me in the name of defending the Earth," I say softly.

"I came here because Liz asked me too, because she thought you should know Broom had a back up plan for you.

You used to steal candy out of my pocket with your tail when you were little and ride on my shoulders around base camp.

I sent you picture books and things because Broom had no idea what you would like."

My voice is starting to crack and I know why, I'm thinking of Steven and Alice and how much I miss them.

"I'm not here to bring you pain Hellboy I promise."

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I glared down at him as he spoke, these so called facts about my childhood.

Was he really there? I remember the candy; that horrible plain chocolate shit. I still have some of those books, somewhere in here. I should really clean my room on of these days.

I look over at Liz, she looks like she's going to cry. I hate it when she looks like that. Especially when it's my fault. This is kinda my fault.

I turn back to face Jack. "Cancer?" I back down a bit, the shock hitting me like a train. "Why would Father lie to me?"

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I can't bring myself to say anything as Jack tells Red about his childhood. I didn't know any of that stuff about Red's childhood. It was almost like fate.

"Jack was there Red, I've seen the pictures." I muttered, scared to say anything louder for fear of upsetting either of them.

"I think Broom was just....trying to protect you Red. You understand that, don't you?" I doubt he does. He's too stubborn to realize Broom was doing what any parent would do for their child. He's been so lost and angry without his father. Since I left, it just seems to have gotten even worse.

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I nod at Liz's words. "I am the one person who would understand you Hellboy, trust me on this. You don't remember much about me, because you were so young when I left the squad, got called back home to Cardiff.

You used to call me Captainsir, because Broom always was telling you not to brother me, since I was the commander.

Say sorry Captain sir. he always used to say. And for the record I don't think Broom ever lied to you about being sick, he just didn't get a chance to tell you...and that was so bloody unfair."

I swallow hard, the pain of yet another friend's death heavy on my soul.

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"Prove it." I growl at him. How dare he come here, bringing all this up again. "You were there, prove it. For all I know Liz is as big a' liar as you are." I step back farther waiting for one of them to say something.

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This is going from bad to worse. He doesn't even trust me anymore, there's no way he'll trust Jack. If only there was a way to show Red what I saw that day in the Museum, If only he could see those pictures of Broom and....

Of course!

"I'll be right back." I look at both of them frantically and back out of the room, tripping on a pile of dirty laundry near the door when I go. "Clean your damn room, Red!" I shout back as I step into the hall.

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Well, hell this is great I think to myself as Liz runs off. I'd rather face the 456 again, then stay here with Red alone.

Thank god I haven't given anything away about how I feel for Liz, other wise I would have died at least twice by now.

"I didn't even know Broom had picked up Liz," I offer, "we met at a bus stop a few months ago in New York."

Please dear god let him not kill me for saying that.

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