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 look at the odd trifecta our hands have created and smile. "You have a friend in both of us Hellboy," I say softly, "your father would be proud of the man that you have become."

"Please call if you need an extra pair of hands, I really want to help you."

[righthanddoom.livejournal.com]

"Shame he can't see me getting alone with you." I miss father, and Jack saying he would be proud, feels good but it hurts, too. I take a step back and try not to look upset. That's not hard, I always look unpleasant. "Not really my decision to bring in an outside man." I shrug. "That's up to Manning."

"You two better get going, don't want to piss your boss off." I wave them off again and step back to the stack of albums in the back of my room. I hope Liz didn't melt any of them.

(dropping out)

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

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