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 smile back at him. That might not be so bad. "I can help you with the cooking, I know how to cut stuff up and measure and all that." Barely. Every time I was away from BPRD, I lived on take out and frozen dinners. This time is no different.

"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 smile. "No I never did," I say, "I met one of her co-authors though lovely woman if a bit flighty. Julia frankly scared me a little. But she was a wonderful woman by all accounts."

I open her car door. "To the supermarket we go."

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“You were scared of a woman who was drunk half the time?” I laugh before I step out of the car and face him.

“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 laugh softly. "Julia was taller then me by a few inches and when she got something into her head so her co-authors said, she could be a real bear. But her beef stew with wine is heaven on earth," I say.

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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"That sounds perfect." I grin at him, already getting hungry at the idea of something other than take out or TV dinners.

"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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"Well I'll have to introduce you to my friends the four major food groups," I say with a smile, "you need to eat more balanced meals, it might even help with your emotional control."

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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"Coffee, Pancakes, Popcorn, and Take-out." I count them off on my fingers trying really hard not to laugh. I fail miserable, and burst into giggles.

"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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"Quitting smoking is a good start Liz," I say with a firm nod, "not many people are that strong, I lost many a friend and lover to cancer before their time."

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 nod back. "Sorry if I'm so moody. It's not easy to quit." I snap one of the bands on my wrist and try not to think about cigarettes. Focus on dinner, focus on being happy and focus on Jack. I tell myself.

"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 nod. "And you have help now Liz I promise," I say, "all of us will help you quit and will help you become a better person."

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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(Bumping over again...weren't we going to try and close this out? *laughs*)