Mixing Signals
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G through L › Hellboy
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
7,987
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Mixing Signals
Title: Mixing Signals
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: is cherished and welcome.
Pairing: Hellboy/Meyers; implied Abe/Liz
Warnings: None
Category: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, First-Time
Disclaimer: Sadly, not mine. Though I love to borrow them.
Notes: Based largely on the movie and GDT’s movie bios for the characters.
Author Notes: This is my first attempt at writing for Hellboy so any out-of-character-ness, please forget or forgive.
Dedication: For Remy, for being about as clueless as HB.
The sound of big band music and the metallic clink of metal against metal were the first things to draw Hellboy from his own room and down the hall to the room he’d been avoiding for the past two days. Not that he’d ever admit that he *was* avoiding this room; no matter how many times Liz pointed it out or Abe, subtly, commented about it. He was just doing what he needed to do and if that meant keeping away from this particular room, well, that was what he was going to do.
Even if it drove him insane. Which it was doing, slowly. Hellboy sighed, tail twitching from side to side in agitation.
He’d never meant for Meyers to get so upset about his teasing. If anything, he’d thought the kid would have enjoyed it, what with the way he all but snarled whenever he’d teased Liz that way. But, no. Meyers had just glared at him as he slammed the backdoor of the BPRD garbage truck right in Hellboy’s face and after that, had refused to speak to him. And, apparently, was still refusing to speak to him if the closed door was any indication.
“He’s hurt, you know.”
Hellboy jerked, a wave of ‘schoolboy caught peeking’ washing through him before he turned around, coming face to face with Abe.
“What?”
“He’s hurt, Red.”
The hulking red demon twitched, wishing briefly that he’d never left his room and instead just kept among his cats. At least *they* were still speaking to him. “What’d’ya mean, hurt? He was fine the last time I saw him.”
The amphibian cocked his head, large eyes blinking.
Hellboy grimaced. “Don’t look at me like that.” When his blue friend still continued to stare, he caved. “You know I didn’t mean what I said the other day.”
Abe blinked again, slowly.
“I didn’t, Abe. It was a joke. That‘s all. The same kind of jokes I tell with Liz.”
“He’s not Liz, HB.”
“I know that.” The red demon snapped, shifting on his feet uncomfortably. Of course, he knew that. John was so different from Liz in so many ways, it still amazed the demon that the two of them got along so well.
“Do you?” Abe questioned before turning on his webbed feet and carefully walking down the hallway to disappear around a corner, leaving Hellboy to stare after him.
“Of course, I do.” Hellboy murmured, disgruntled despite his own words. Was that the problem? Was he treating Meyers too much like he treated Liz? Was that even part of the equation?
The oversized demon sighed. Ever since he and Liz had called it quits two months ago, things had changed between Meyers and himself. Changed so much, in fact, that Hellboy had been amazed that he hadn’t realized just how desperately he needed that change.
It hadn’t been a noticeable thing at first, at least not to Hellboy -- he’d still been trying to accept the fact that, perhaps, just perhaps, Liz and himself weren’t meant to be as he had assumed so many times before. After all, Liz was the flame to his resistance; a fire that burned fiercely and eternally, though occasionally out of control.
But then, there was John, persistent and smiling and in his face so much that his confused depression had shifted to annoyance then, finally, amusement. That damn boy scout just couldn’t give up until Hellboy was back to himself. The kid had even gone so far as to bring him another young kitten for which he had claimed to have found on the street despite the fact that John hated cats and wouldn’t have stopped to pick one up unless it were truly in dire straights.
That, in and of itself, was enough to tip the demon off that something was undoubtedly changing between himself and John. The time he had spent with the young field agent was poultry in comparison to the time he was now spending with him. Hours upon hours of talking, laughing and joking about anything from Manning to what the next alarm would be about.
And in that time, Hellboy had hardly noticed that he had spent less and less time in the company of anyone other than John. Even now, he couldn’t say what Abe or Liz had been up to during that time. Hell, he couldn’t even recall what half their cases had been about -- only what had happened after each one: a marathon of watching old Jimmy Stewart movies John had secretly stashed away, helping John cook; a feat that the demon was beyond impressed about, listening to that honey-soft voice read page after page from a crinkled version of ‘The Catcher in the Rye’, sharing cold pizza while listening to short wave radio and last but not least, watching as John swam his customary ten laps every morning.
It was a breathtaking sight to watch Meyers lean body cut through the water with an ease that only Abe could out match. The BPRD agent was an anomaly in an otherwise jaded world. Strong and intelligent with just enough naivety to make him the genuine article boy scout, John was everything that Hellboy had been taught by Father to protect.
“Pure of heart.” Abe had said before when describing Meyers. A statement that fit the kid to a ‘T’. He was pure of heart, so much so that Hellboy had wondered why the kid was even bothering with him when he could be out there, trying his best to lead a normal life in a normal world.
The one time he had brought it up, John had smiled, placed a hand on HB’s arm and squeezed, “I’m exactly where I want to be, Red”, he had reassured before going back to making a peanut butter and honey sandwich while telling him, yet again, about his first moped and how he and Uncle Thad had fixed her up.
John had been sharing his life with Hellboy; giving him a taste of what it had been like to walk in a young Meyer’s shoes. It was -- humbling.
Casting one last furtive glance at the closed door, the six-foot-nine scarlet demon sighed, tail curling around his leg. It was going to be hell when the next mission came if he couldn’t work this out. Already he was feeling the stinging void that John usually filled. He missed him.
“Gimme a clue here, boy scout.” Hellboy mumbled before turning back towards his own rooms. He had a lot to think about, so much, in fact, that he never noticed the snick of a door closing or the resuming of a long since paused metallic scraping.
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: is cherished and welcome.
Pairing: Hellboy/Meyers; implied Abe/Liz
Warnings: None
Category: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, First-Time
Disclaimer: Sadly, not mine. Though I love to borrow them.
Notes: Based largely on the movie and GDT’s movie bios for the characters.
Author Notes: This is my first attempt at writing for Hellboy so any out-of-character-ness, please forget or forgive.
Dedication: For Remy, for being about as clueless as HB.
The sound of big band music and the metallic clink of metal against metal were the first things to draw Hellboy from his own room and down the hall to the room he’d been avoiding for the past two days. Not that he’d ever admit that he *was* avoiding this room; no matter how many times Liz pointed it out or Abe, subtly, commented about it. He was just doing what he needed to do and if that meant keeping away from this particular room, well, that was what he was going to do.
Even if it drove him insane. Which it was doing, slowly. Hellboy sighed, tail twitching from side to side in agitation.
He’d never meant for Meyers to get so upset about his teasing. If anything, he’d thought the kid would have enjoyed it, what with the way he all but snarled whenever he’d teased Liz that way. But, no. Meyers had just glared at him as he slammed the backdoor of the BPRD garbage truck right in Hellboy’s face and after that, had refused to speak to him. And, apparently, was still refusing to speak to him if the closed door was any indication.
“He’s hurt, you know.”
Hellboy jerked, a wave of ‘schoolboy caught peeking’ washing through him before he turned around, coming face to face with Abe.
“What?”
“He’s hurt, Red.”
The hulking red demon twitched, wishing briefly that he’d never left his room and instead just kept among his cats. At least *they* were still speaking to him. “What’d’ya mean, hurt? He was fine the last time I saw him.”
The amphibian cocked his head, large eyes blinking.
Hellboy grimaced. “Don’t look at me like that.” When his blue friend still continued to stare, he caved. “You know I didn’t mean what I said the other day.”
Abe blinked again, slowly.
“I didn’t, Abe. It was a joke. That‘s all. The same kind of jokes I tell with Liz.”
“He’s not Liz, HB.”
“I know that.” The red demon snapped, shifting on his feet uncomfortably. Of course, he knew that. John was so different from Liz in so many ways, it still amazed the demon that the two of them got along so well.
“Do you?” Abe questioned before turning on his webbed feet and carefully walking down the hallway to disappear around a corner, leaving Hellboy to stare after him.
“Of course, I do.” Hellboy murmured, disgruntled despite his own words. Was that the problem? Was he treating Meyers too much like he treated Liz? Was that even part of the equation?
The oversized demon sighed. Ever since he and Liz had called it quits two months ago, things had changed between Meyers and himself. Changed so much, in fact, that Hellboy had been amazed that he hadn’t realized just how desperately he needed that change.
It hadn’t been a noticeable thing at first, at least not to Hellboy -- he’d still been trying to accept the fact that, perhaps, just perhaps, Liz and himself weren’t meant to be as he had assumed so many times before. After all, Liz was the flame to his resistance; a fire that burned fiercely and eternally, though occasionally out of control.
But then, there was John, persistent and smiling and in his face so much that his confused depression had shifted to annoyance then, finally, amusement. That damn boy scout just couldn’t give up until Hellboy was back to himself. The kid had even gone so far as to bring him another young kitten for which he had claimed to have found on the street despite the fact that John hated cats and wouldn’t have stopped to pick one up unless it were truly in dire straights.
That, in and of itself, was enough to tip the demon off that something was undoubtedly changing between himself and John. The time he had spent with the young field agent was poultry in comparison to the time he was now spending with him. Hours upon hours of talking, laughing and joking about anything from Manning to what the next alarm would be about.
And in that time, Hellboy had hardly noticed that he had spent less and less time in the company of anyone other than John. Even now, he couldn’t say what Abe or Liz had been up to during that time. Hell, he couldn’t even recall what half their cases had been about -- only what had happened after each one: a marathon of watching old Jimmy Stewart movies John had secretly stashed away, helping John cook; a feat that the demon was beyond impressed about, listening to that honey-soft voice read page after page from a crinkled version of ‘The Catcher in the Rye’, sharing cold pizza while listening to short wave radio and last but not least, watching as John swam his customary ten laps every morning.
It was a breathtaking sight to watch Meyers lean body cut through the water with an ease that only Abe could out match. The BPRD agent was an anomaly in an otherwise jaded world. Strong and intelligent with just enough naivety to make him the genuine article boy scout, John was everything that Hellboy had been taught by Father to protect.
“Pure of heart.” Abe had said before when describing Meyers. A statement that fit the kid to a ‘T’. He was pure of heart, so much so that Hellboy had wondered why the kid was even bothering with him when he could be out there, trying his best to lead a normal life in a normal world.
The one time he had brought it up, John had smiled, placed a hand on HB’s arm and squeezed, “I’m exactly where I want to be, Red”, he had reassured before going back to making a peanut butter and honey sandwich while telling him, yet again, about his first moped and how he and Uncle Thad had fixed her up.
John had been sharing his life with Hellboy; giving him a taste of what it had been like to walk in a young Meyer’s shoes. It was -- humbling.
Casting one last furtive glance at the closed door, the six-foot-nine scarlet demon sighed, tail curling around his leg. It was going to be hell when the next mission came if he couldn’t work this out. Already he was feeling the stinging void that John usually filled. He missed him.
“Gimme a clue here, boy scout.” Hellboy mumbled before turning back towards his own rooms. He had a lot to think about, so much, in fact, that he never noticed the snick of a door closing or the resuming of a long since paused metallic scraping.