Liz Sherman

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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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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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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Gettin' kinda crowded. Bump.

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I practically run to Tom Manning's office, preying he'll do me this favor. I know he's got no reason to, but I don't know of any other way. Thank God he's just walking out the door when I get there, I hate being in his office.

"Manning! I need into Broom's study, now!" I beg.

"And Hello to you too, Elizabeth. I'm doing fine, Thank you so much for asking." He frowns back at me, disapprovingly. Guess he's still sore about being left in that mausoleum in Russia.

I roll my eyes at him. "Hello, Dr. Manning, how are you doing?" I don't have time to play this game. Jack gets a bit too chatty when he's nervous, and he might say something to Red that might get him killed. Good thing he can't actually die.

"I'd be better if you'd give me a little bit more notice before you come visit you red Ape friend, Miss Sherman." Manning raises an eyebrow when he said 'Miss'. Asshole. He's so glad I'm not an agent anymore. " Not to mention a bit more background information on guests; who is this 'Captain Harkness', anyway?" He finishes with a curious tone.

"He's a friend....Broom's friend. We need to talk to Hellboy about Broom." I state simply.

Manning shrugs, getting the hint I wasn't going to tell him anymore. "I see no harm in you looking through Trevor's old things. We closed that case before you left. Hellboy wants his study kept the way it was. I could have that study, you know. I'm in charge now." He unlocks and pulls open the door to Broom's study for me.

"Yeah, I know you're in charge." I huff back at him. Just another reason for me to leave. I can't stand that pompous jerk. "Thank you, Dr. Manning." I nod, then turn and dive into searching Broom's study for the photo albums. I know they're here, I helped him put them together. I hope there are some pictures of Jack and Hellboy; he had pictures of everything. He said there was a solider there who took more pictures than I did. I didn't believe him until I saw the stack of boxes. It took me years to organize them all. It was a great distraction, kept me calm when things got hard.

"Come on, where are they?" I let out a frustrated sigh. I know they're in here, but where?

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I stroke the cat in my arms absentmindedly as I think of the right words to say. "I don't know why she was at the bus stop that day," I finally say, "I was just sitting there people watching and boom she sits down next to me and asks for a light. So I gave her one and we started talking."

I smile at the memory. "No matter what I did or said, Liz didn't walk away from me. She made me talk more about myself in a week then I've done in six months. She even pushed me into getting a job where she works."

"She just got promoted to full agent a few days ago. Had I met her in Cardiff I would have seduced her to my team, she's that good."

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I let out a snort of laughter, imagining Liz following Jack around the streets of New York like she used to follow me around here. She was always poking, prodding, pushing until I talked about whatever was bothering me. I thought I was the only one in the whole world she did that to. She never knew when to quit either. There were so many times I wanted to tell her to fuck off and mind her own business, but I never did. How could I? It's was Liz.

"And just what did you do in Cardiff that would require you to...seduce her onto your team?" I don't like his choice of words, not a bit. I'm not blind, I can see the way she keeps looking at him. The same way I...used to look at her. The fact that this guy was Father's friend makes it even worse.

If Father was still alive he'd probably throw Liz right into this Jack guy's arms without a second thought. He's better than me, don't need to be a psychic to see that.

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I pulled album after album off the shelves, flipping through each quickly to see what was inside. There had to be pictures from the War here, they just had to be.

I'd about given up when I pull an older album off the shelf. I've never seen this one before. I throw it open and feel my mouth curl into a grin. There they are; Broom, Red AND Jack, all in one picture. Jack wasn't lying, Red did steal candy from him. Hersey bars, even. Red doesn't even like plain chocolate, it makes it all the more amusing.

I close the album quickly and rush out of the study. "Thanks, Manning." I twist around him and race down the hall to Red's room. I step over the laundry this time, but bash my shoulder a bit on a pile of old Beta Max tapes. Why doesn't Red throw those out, he's got the DVDs now.

The smile falls right off my face when I walk in to see Red glaring at Jack. I know what kind of a mood Red is in, but Jack, I can't quite tell. I can never really tell with him. He's good at hiding things.

God, I hope neither of them said anything stupid.

"Found it." I say softly as I hold up the old photo album.

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I'm a bit nervous now, Liz, Gabriel and Hana are the only ones who know about Torchwood, Liz knowing the most out of the three. It's so fresh, so raw that for a moment I don't know what to say.

Then I decide to lay all the cards on the table, hang my own desires. "I led Torchwood," I answer, "the thing with the kids six months ago, we stopped that."

Well Ianto stopped that, I just figured out how then....watched as my own flesh and blood died to end things.

I don't bother explaining what Torchwood is, Liz can if she wants to, but my throat is too tight to say anymore.

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"Torchwood?" Name's not familiar, but the thing about the kids I remember. Father was so pissed off. He had everyone ripping the entire Bureau apart trying to figure it out. Then it just stopped, as suddenly as it came. "Thanks for that." I mutter under my breath. That's the best he's getting out of me. Who the hell was this guy, really? Why did Liz bring him along? What the fuck is Torchwood? Did Father know about it?

I turn when I hear the stack of tapes crash. Liz looks like she's been running. "Found what?" She's got a book in her hands.

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