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

[open_flame]

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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[captain-flyboy.livejournal.com]

I whisper softly in Liz's ear. "Go after him sweetheart, clear the air," I say letting her go.

"Hellboy needs to know you still care about him even with me in the picture and believe me you'd regret it if you didn't and something happened."

I really don't mind if she does, I should poke around here anyway make sure this Manning guy is doing this for the right reasons.

That and make sure BPRD doesn't have their hands on anything dangerous.

[righthanddoom.livejournal.com]

I should clean my room. Take all the shit that reminds me of Liz and burn it all. No, not burn it. Fire reminds me of her. Maybe I should just get a new room? I wonder how long it would take me to break through this wall again and just leave? Nah, Liz's stupid fucking captain boyfriend would probably rat me out to Manning, and I bet Liz wouldn't even try to stop him. Damn it!

She walks the same way she did when she was 11; nervous, light, delicate. Like she's afraid she'll hurt something if she steps too hard. She did. She stepped all over something very, very hard.

"What now?" I leave my back to her. What the hell could she possibly say to make me feel any better, or any worse for that matter?

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

Bumping over