Short Shorts

Writer: Sabaku No Kel

Fandom: Hellboy

Pairing: Hellboy x John Myers

Title: Caught

Words: 1892

Rating: Overall rating M (This chapter M for mild sexual reference)

Warning: Nothing serious, mild sexual acts being performed, infidelity, swearing, reference to M/F relations and some angst.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Hellboy or it’s characters and do not make any money out of writing this. 

AN1: Hello lovelies! I see you’re all back for another week of fic which means you made it through last week’s story, congrats. Just to let you all know in the future should I ever write another Hellboy!Bottom I’ll make sure to let you know in one of these author notes, the reason I didn’t last week was because I wanted it to be a surprise.

This week’s story is another one from Liz’s POV and will have some angst though it will get better at the end. Warnings are at the top now so read those to know what’s coming. Nothing else left to say so have fun reading!

000 Caught 000

Liz entered the BPRD building with her head held high and a smile on her face. She had just moved back in to the Bureau yesterday and after spending the entire day outside taking care of the last necessary things like quitting her old part-time job and saying goodbye to the few people she had gotten to know during the four months she had spend amongst them she was happy to be back where she belonged.

This was the first time since the whole Russia ordeal that she had officially returned to the underground facilities, sure she had visited every now and again as she had a relationship with a certain red demon to uphold but she had had very little free time to spend with her old friends between her work and therapy. She had made great progress with coming to terms with everything going on in her life, including her powers, and felt it was the right time to return home to her fellow agents, friends and boyfriend now that she had gotten her life back on track.

“Hi, Arnold.” Liz greeted the guard standing behind his desk as she stepped into the main hall. Arnold smiled at her, the sort of smile that was only a small quirk of the lips but still lit up his entire face, as she stepped over the glowing BPRD logo.

“Hello Miss Sherman, going down I presume.” Arnold said, the same kindness in his voice as the first day she had met him as a little girl. She had been crying then, still upset over the incident in which she had lost her family but Arnold had given her a lollipop and cheered her up with stories of his time as a field-agent before an unfaithful accident had put him out of commission.

“Of course I am, someone has to keep the guys downstairs in line, after all.” She said with a smile, only half kidding because who knew what kind of damage had been done in her absence.



 “And you’re the perfect person to do just that, Miss Sherman.” Arnold agreed with a nod as he pressed the button that would get the elevator moving and bring her down into the BPRD headquarter. “Keep an eye out for Big Red for me, would you? God knows he needs it sometimes.” Arnold said as the platform she stood on lowered itself slowly.

“I will Arnold, bye!” Liz said with a wave as the guard disappeared from her sights, her view now consisting solely of concrete and metal. Liz knew it wasn’t the most ideal of views but it was home and she wouldn’t have it any other way. After all if living underground meant she got to be with the friends who understood her and spend her days with her loving boyfriend then she didn’t really need a beautiful villa with a view of the ocean or something equally unattainable like that.

There was a loud resounding CLANG as the elevator connected with the ground, quickly followed by the whirring sound of locks clicking into place as Liz stepped off the platform. The giant golden doors leading to the library loomed ahead of her and though she considered paying Abe a visit she decided against it for now, wanting to get some private time in with Hellboy first. They hadn’t been intimate with each other since the night of the whole Russia ordeal but now that she was in a better place and her demon boyfriend had been nothing but patient with her she felt a little reward was in order.

She took a quick left and marched down the hall that would lead her to Hellboy’s room, intent on spending the next few hours (if not the entire night) in said room in her boyfriends bed. Liz waved and greeted a few agents that passed her on her way until she came to stand in front of the large vault-like door to Hellboy’s room. The hall was currently deserted and Liz saw her chance to quickly slip inside without anyone noticing, feeling like a giddy teenager all over again. The heavy metal door opened without a sound, thanks to the BPRD keeping it well oiled, and she smiled as she closed it behind herself, again soundlessly. The smile was quickly wiped off her face though the moment she turned around.

There on the bed was Hellboy (her boyfriend!) shirtless and hips only barely covered by his sheets. Pale, contrasting arms that stood out against the demon’s red skin were wrapped around the other’s shoulders, keeping him in place as the slow, rhythmic rocking of Hellboy’s hips left no doubt in her mind of what he was doing.

Hellboy was cheating on her. Hellboy was cheating on her! She couldn’t believe it, didn’t want to believe it but there it was, evidence clear as the light of day staring her in the face. Liz was so shocked she couldn’t move, couldn’t speak as she watched that particularly shocking scene evolve before her very eyes.

“Ah, Red!” A voice echoed from underneath the demon and though it certainly did sound familiar to her she couldn’t seem to place where she had heard it before. The fact that the voice was definitely male somehow made the pain of the situation settle in frighteningly fast, like a fist squeezing tight around her heart.

“Damn, Boy Scout… How is it that after all this time you’re still so fucking tight around me?” Hellboy grunted out as Liz’s hand flew to her mouth in shock as tears sprung from her eyes to travel down her face.

Boy Scout. John fucking T. Myers was the only one Hellboy ever referred to as Boy Scout, ever. How could Hellboy do this to her? How could John for that matter? Didn’t they care at all about her or the relationship she had with both of them, though one more intimate than the other?

Grunts and moans filled the air uninterrupted as she stood there, shocked and unnoticed while the two engaged in their passion as it all became too much for her. Liz fled the room, leaving without a sound thanks to that damn door which she couldn’t even slam closed because it was too heavy. She ran down the hall towards her own room, tears streaming down her face but uncaring if anyone saw. All she could think about was what she had seen, the image she had stumbled upon replaying over and over inside her head.

John, her friend, was sleeping, as in having sex, with Hellboy, her boyfriend.

Was this a sex thing? Was this because Hellboy had simply gotten tired of waiting for her to give him some that he had gone out and found someone else?

No. She knew that was not the case even though it hurt her to admit it there was something more going on between the two of them, she had just been too blind and ignorant to see it at the time but now it made perfect sense to her. The way Hellboy would follow John with his eyes whenever he was in the room. The way John smiled over the rim of his cup of coffee whenever the demon was brought up in conversation. How the two of them had way too many ‘guy nights’ or how everyone had seemed to notice you never saw one without the other anymore. Heck, they even threw themselves into the direct line of fire to protect the other, granted for Hellboy that wasn’t such a big deal but when John did it there was sure to be yelling (which was just Hellboy’s way of showing he was worried) followed by more yelling (John’s way of letting him know he was fine) until one of them eventually apologized for their stupid behavior.

It was almost funny how obvious they really were about their feelings. Almost, just not for her since right now she only felt hurt, betrayed and even a little stupid for not having noticed anything sooner.

Liz arrived at her room, having ignored everyone who had asked her what was wrong on the way, and quickly opened the door to let herself in. The door was just as quickly slammed closed again as she sank to the floor, not really having the energy to move to her bed or even the couch, as she simply wrapped her arms around her knees and cried her heart out.

God it hurt, it hurt so much she didn’t have any words for it. If she had to describe it she would probably say it came pretty damn close to the pain she felt after the first time she lost control of her powers and lost her family. That was an old pain though, one she might never let go off but one she had learned to live with none the less, this however was the kind of hurt that was fresh and throbbing like the stab and twist of a knife.

What was she going to do now? She couldn’t stay here and cry forever, people would eventually notice that but she couldn’t exactly walk around like nothing had changed either. How was she going to face Hellboy and John without breaking down all over again every time? How was she going to tell them she knew their secret? How would they react? How was she going to act around them now? Would she pretend like nothing was wrong, like nothing had changed, or would she let the friendship she had worked so hard to build and maintain get ripped apart by the pain?

No. She wasn’t going to let everything she had worked so hard for crumble down to dust again, that’s what the old Liz would have done. The old Liz who was the kind of person that would deal with her problems by letting them eat her up from the inside, the kind of person that lashed out in anger to the people she cared about most. Was she that person? No she was not. She was much stronger now, in control even, and if she wanted to keep it that way decisions were going to have to be made. The first thing she would have to deal with was confronting Hellboy and John about what they had going on behind her back, she just hoped she could do that without being reminded too violently of the scene in the bedroom she had stumbled upon.

Liz wiped away the tear-streaks lining her face, glad to note that she was no longer crying. She stared out across the room from her place on the floor, taking in the comforting scenery of the familiar territory she had grown up with as the last of her sniffles faded away. The pain in her heart was still there, probably would be there for a while, but she chose to ignore it for now as she lifted herself off the ground to move to the kitchen. She would have a cup of tea, mull over how she was going to tell her friends she knew about them sleeping with each other and retire to bed early.

Today had been one hell of a first day but despite all that had happened she was glad to be back.

000 Caught 000

AN2: God I felt so bad for Liz while writing this :( Makes me glad to be asexual which means there’s a big chance I’ll never get a real relationship and therefore won’t have to worry about this kind of stuff happening to me. I wanted Liz to be happy (sorta) at the end though so that’s why I didn’t write her off like a bitch who would go on a killing rampage after witnessing Hellboy and John doing the nasty. In my mind I see Liz having some trouble with HB and John and their new relationship in the beginning but becoming good friends again eventually.

I’ll try to write something happy again next week!

~~~Read long and prosper, Sabaku No Kel~~~