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open_flameCharacters: Trevor Harkness, Liz Sherman- Harkness. Mentions of Embre the Seelie Knight of Fire Spirit Guide, Trevor and Thomas Harkness (Age 5).
Fandom: Hellboy/Torchwood
Setting: Bump in the Night Verse
Rating: G
Word Count 1,600
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scifi_muses Vol2. Week 51
Good Riddance - Green Day
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go.
AN/Warnings: Spoilery for Future Bump!Verse. Betaed and grammarsmacked by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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He watched with concern as the small lizard-like creature hopped up the stairs after his past self. Trevor Harkness stayed hidden until he was positive the younger versions of himself and his brother were in their room, as close as he'd risk being near them. Embre stopped at the top of the stairs, glancing down at the young man. They simply nodded, each knowing what they must do. There wasn't much time, but then, there never was enough time.
Embre distracted the young ones with the now routine after school lesson of blocking their mother and father's emotions and thoughts from their own. She knew Liz would never be able to close her mind out of fear that the moment she did, the man who can never die would do just that. It was an unfounded fear but an unshakable one.
In another diversion from the plan laid out by that very man centuries in the future, Embre set out to teach the boys to block Liz and Jack instead. It was so much easier than trying to convince Liz that Jack wouldn't fade into nothing if she let him go for even a moment. Children were easy to teach, easy to calm and instruct, but a woman like Liz would rarely relax enough to truly let go of her fear and learn - not without a lot of persuasion that Embre was simply too new to offer.
The twenty-something Trevor Harkness walked into the living room of the house he grew up in, watching his mother spin a simple golden leaf charm in front of her eyes as if absorbing its unseen protective energies. “I'm late, sorry. I had a hell of a time getting your gift.” Trevor wasted no time as he sat on the couch, holding out a plainly wrapped package to his mother. “Happy Birthday, Ma.” He said as he pushed it into her lap.
His eyes fell on the small, detailed Japanese dragon totem that rested in the center of the coffee table. A small, knowing smile hit his lips before he cleared his throat. The charm and the totem were already here. That meant only one thing. “Missed my brother and my sister again, huh? Gotta get a faster car.” Trevor joked as Liz sat silently. She had to know he'd lifted the keys to his father's car the moment he got out of medical. Hell, he'd half done it just to get some kind of reaction from her. The woman he knew and loved bitching him out for being reckless was better than watching her tumble deeper and deeper into a depression fueled by helplessness and lack of information. “Ferrari's not fast enough...” Trevor added as he tilted his head down to look at Liz, still trying to get her to speak, to pull the motherly freak out he was all too familiar with instead of sitting there frozen. He was rewarded for his effort with a pained, regretful sigh.
“Ma,” Trevor slid closer, pulling the golden leaf charm Stella had given Liz a few hours before from the older woman's hands. He looked it over before brushing her hair aside to put it around her neck. When he was done, he slid both hands gently over Liz's face to make her look at him. If she'd listen or not, he had no idea, but he had to try.
“It wasn't your fault.” Trevor insisted as he watched the tears well up in Liz's eyes when she was forced to meet his gaze. It broke his heart in more ways than one when Trevor felt the stab of guilt and regret flow off of his mother and onto him as she started to cry.
He hadn't been conscious when they'd finally taken him from Fae, which was a very good thing. Had he seen or felt his mother’s reaction to his injuries, he might have broken himself, just as she had. “Monty took care of it, I'm fine. Better than fine.” Trevor insisted, though he knew better than to expect her to believe him. “Stop worrying.”
Liz shook her head as best she could with the young man's hands holding her cheeks. “I wasn't fast enough...I should have...I could have...” Liz gasped between tears as she tried to duck her head away from her son's sight. “I'm so sorry.”
He jerked her head back up to meet his eyes, suppressing from her a mixture of anger at himself and fear that maybe she really wasn't strong enough to deal with that was coming. “Stop it,” Trevor's voice took on that familiar Harkness authority, just as Jack's did so often and even Liz's, though she never noticed it. “It is your birthday and you are forbidden to cry on your birthday.” Trevor said firmly before he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. He pushed all the calm and love he could manage into her mind and her heart, trying to calm her. The fact she wasn't on fire was a good sign, but he couldn't tell her that...not yet. She fought so hard for control that to point out she might not need to anymore would do more harm than good.
“OK...OK.” Liz finally nodded, burying her head in her son's shoulder. After a moment to collect herself, she raised her eyes and forced a smile. “Yours is bigger. Trying to suck up because you stole the car?”
“Borrowed.” The young man teased with a gentle smile. “And I had help from someone,” Trevor said in the same way Thomas and Stella had implied. As he expected, Liz wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Not going to tell me anything but that, are you?” She asked dryly.
“Nope. He will kick my ass. I already messed up coming back here early,” Trevor grinned as he pulled Liz's hands from around him and set them on the gift before her. “Now open it, I know for a fact that we get bored so easy with Embre.” Trevor nodded his head towards the stairs, indicating he would need to leave soon to avoid being seen by his other self.
Liz wiped her eyes before tearing into the package, scoffing as she pulled out a slender cut motorcycle style jacket that looked like leather but weighed less than a slip of the finest silk. Dragon hide. It was way too small for how big she was now. Following the jacket were a skin tight top, weighing even less than the jacket, and a near perfect replica of the fireproof dragon hide pants Liz favored when she used to work field missions. A pair of boots with extravagant buckles that went up to the knees came next. Liz chuckled. “These look just like...” She met her son's eye with a curious expression. “Who says they're not just like?” He said before nodding for her to keep going with the unwrapping.
Lastly, Liz found a utility belt with spaces for two guns, the manrikigusari Liz had yet to work up the courage to try using, several spaces for her favorite magical artifacts and relics and one other thing that was completely new to her.
A small box that looked oddly familiar, tiny lights along the edge blinking in an intricate pattern. “Perception filter.” Trevor said as he picked up the belt from the package, looking it over in awe. “Fireproof perception filter. Took him about a thousand years to find the right combo of metal and tech, the story goes.” Trevor grinned. Liz's jaw dropped as she pulled the belt from his hands, unable to find words. It couldn't be... “What? I'm allowed to slip with a spoiler or two.” Trevor gave her the trademark wink before she could scold him.
He was about to say more, impart a bit of that unexpected wisdom someone so young shouldn't have, but the impatient shouting and clomping against the floor overhead cut him off. This was Trevor's cue to leave, fast.
He paused, looking his mother over before leaning down to whisper in her ear. He had a feeling pushing the thought into her mind would be a bit much for her to take right now. “Just...don't be too hard on him if it comes down to it, OK?” Trevor kissed his mother's cheek as she looked at him in utter confusion. “Who?” She asked as Trevor walked away.
“Ah! One spoiler's all you get, Ma!” Trevor laughed as he hurried towards the door, plucking the keys to the Ferrari he'd 'borrowed' from his father from the counter. Liz nearly got up to protest but the sound of the young twins running down the stairs in spite of Embre's stern yet soft voice telling them to ‘walk, don't run’ distracted her before she could reach him.
By the time she looked back to the front door, Trevor was already gone and any questions she had would not be answered. At least not yet. As if he could hear the questions in Liz's head, five year old Trevor Harkness looked up at his mother and asked all too innocently. “Did Dad send you any presents?”
Liz looked down at him, her eyes darting from his to the pendant on her neck glinting in the afternoon sunlight. It took a second for her to find her voice and even then all she could manage was an almost dumbfounded. “Yeah...”
Fandom: Hellboy/Torchwood
Setting: Bump in the Night Verse
Rating: G
Word Count 1,600
Prompt:
scifi_muses Vol2. Week 51 Good Riddance - Green Day
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go.
AN/Warnings: Spoilery for Future Bump!Verse. Betaed and grammarsmacked by
phasing_cat He watched with concern as the small lizard-like creature hopped up the stairs after his past self. Trevor Harkness stayed hidden until he was positive the younger versions of himself and his brother were in their room, as close as he'd risk being near them. Embre stopped at the top of the stairs, glancing down at the young man. They simply nodded, each knowing what they must do. There wasn't much time, but then, there never was enough time.
Embre distracted the young ones with the now routine after school lesson of blocking their mother and father's emotions and thoughts from their own. She knew Liz would never be able to close her mind out of fear that the moment she did, the man who can never die would do just that. It was an unfounded fear but an unshakable one.
In another diversion from the plan laid out by that very man centuries in the future, Embre set out to teach the boys to block Liz and Jack instead. It was so much easier than trying to convince Liz that Jack wouldn't fade into nothing if she let him go for even a moment. Children were easy to teach, easy to calm and instruct, but a woman like Liz would rarely relax enough to truly let go of her fear and learn - not without a lot of persuasion that Embre was simply too new to offer.
The twenty-something Trevor Harkness walked into the living room of the house he grew up in, watching his mother spin a simple golden leaf charm in front of her eyes as if absorbing its unseen protective energies. “I'm late, sorry. I had a hell of a time getting your gift.” Trevor wasted no time as he sat on the couch, holding out a plainly wrapped package to his mother. “Happy Birthday, Ma.” He said as he pushed it into her lap.
His eyes fell on the small, detailed Japanese dragon totem that rested in the center of the coffee table. A small, knowing smile hit his lips before he cleared his throat. The charm and the totem were already here. That meant only one thing. “Missed my brother and my sister again, huh? Gotta get a faster car.” Trevor joked as Liz sat silently. She had to know he'd lifted the keys to his father's car the moment he got out of medical. Hell, he'd half done it just to get some kind of reaction from her. The woman he knew and loved bitching him out for being reckless was better than watching her tumble deeper and deeper into a depression fueled by helplessness and lack of information. “Ferrari's not fast enough...” Trevor added as he tilted his head down to look at Liz, still trying to get her to speak, to pull the motherly freak out he was all too familiar with instead of sitting there frozen. He was rewarded for his effort with a pained, regretful sigh.
“Ma,” Trevor slid closer, pulling the golden leaf charm Stella had given Liz a few hours before from the older woman's hands. He looked it over before brushing her hair aside to put it around her neck. When he was done, he slid both hands gently over Liz's face to make her look at him. If she'd listen or not, he had no idea, but he had to try.
“It wasn't your fault.” Trevor insisted as he watched the tears well up in Liz's eyes when she was forced to meet his gaze. It broke his heart in more ways than one when Trevor felt the stab of guilt and regret flow off of his mother and onto him as she started to cry.
He hadn't been conscious when they'd finally taken him from Fae, which was a very good thing. Had he seen or felt his mother’s reaction to his injuries, he might have broken himself, just as she had. “Monty took care of it, I'm fine. Better than fine.” Trevor insisted, though he knew better than to expect her to believe him. “Stop worrying.”
Liz shook her head as best she could with the young man's hands holding her cheeks. “I wasn't fast enough...I should have...I could have...” Liz gasped between tears as she tried to duck her head away from her son's sight. “I'm so sorry.”
He jerked her head back up to meet his eyes, suppressing from her a mixture of anger at himself and fear that maybe she really wasn't strong enough to deal with that was coming. “Stop it,” Trevor's voice took on that familiar Harkness authority, just as Jack's did so often and even Liz's, though she never noticed it. “It is your birthday and you are forbidden to cry on your birthday.” Trevor said firmly before he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. He pushed all the calm and love he could manage into her mind and her heart, trying to calm her. The fact she wasn't on fire was a good sign, but he couldn't tell her that...not yet. She fought so hard for control that to point out she might not need to anymore would do more harm than good.
“OK...OK.” Liz finally nodded, burying her head in her son's shoulder. After a moment to collect herself, she raised her eyes and forced a smile. “Yours is bigger. Trying to suck up because you stole the car?”
“Borrowed.” The young man teased with a gentle smile. “And I had help from someone,” Trevor said in the same way Thomas and Stella had implied. As he expected, Liz wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Not going to tell me anything but that, are you?” She asked dryly.
“Nope. He will kick my ass. I already messed up coming back here early,” Trevor grinned as he pulled Liz's hands from around him and set them on the gift before her. “Now open it, I know for a fact that we get bored so easy with Embre.” Trevor nodded his head towards the stairs, indicating he would need to leave soon to avoid being seen by his other self.
Liz wiped her eyes before tearing into the package, scoffing as she pulled out a slender cut motorcycle style jacket that looked like leather but weighed less than a slip of the finest silk. Dragon hide. It was way too small for how big she was now. Following the jacket were a skin tight top, weighing even less than the jacket, and a near perfect replica of the fireproof dragon hide pants Liz favored when she used to work field missions. A pair of boots with extravagant buckles that went up to the knees came next. Liz chuckled. “These look just like...” She met her son's eye with a curious expression. “Who says they're not just like?” He said before nodding for her to keep going with the unwrapping.
Lastly, Liz found a utility belt with spaces for two guns, the manrikigusari Liz had yet to work up the courage to try using, several spaces for her favorite magical artifacts and relics and one other thing that was completely new to her.
A small box that looked oddly familiar, tiny lights along the edge blinking in an intricate pattern. “Perception filter.” Trevor said as he picked up the belt from the package, looking it over in awe. “Fireproof perception filter. Took him about a thousand years to find the right combo of metal and tech, the story goes.” Trevor grinned. Liz's jaw dropped as she pulled the belt from his hands, unable to find words. It couldn't be... “What? I'm allowed to slip with a spoiler or two.” Trevor gave her the trademark wink before she could scold him.
He was about to say more, impart a bit of that unexpected wisdom someone so young shouldn't have, but the impatient shouting and clomping against the floor overhead cut him off. This was Trevor's cue to leave, fast.
He paused, looking his mother over before leaning down to whisper in her ear. He had a feeling pushing the thought into her mind would be a bit much for her to take right now. “Just...don't be too hard on him if it comes down to it, OK?” Trevor kissed his mother's cheek as she looked at him in utter confusion. “Who?” She asked as Trevor walked away.
“Ah! One spoiler's all you get, Ma!” Trevor laughed as he hurried towards the door, plucking the keys to the Ferrari he'd 'borrowed' from his father from the counter. Liz nearly got up to protest but the sound of the young twins running down the stairs in spite of Embre's stern yet soft voice telling them to ‘walk, don't run’ distracted her before she could reach him.
By the time she looked back to the front door, Trevor was already gone and any questions she had would not be answered. At least not yet. As if he could hear the questions in Liz's head, five year old Trevor Harkness looked up at his mother and asked all too innocently. “Did Dad send you any presents?”
Liz looked down at him, her eyes darting from his to the pendant on her neck glinting in the afternoon sunlight. It took a second for her to find her voice and even then all she could manage was an almost dumbfounded. “Yeah...”
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