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A Magical Wedding	By : TheShadowCat Category: G through L > Hellboy Views: 4671 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellboy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Maggie frowns at him for a few seconds before pulling away and heading for the front door. Abe follows her and just before she reaches for the door knob, he starts to chuckle. She looks over her shoulder quizzically at him.

“They’re worried that you made lunch,” he explains.

“Remember what we discussed,” she warns with a scowl. “No more peeking into their heads without permission.”

“I won’t,” he swears as he traces an ‘X’ over his heart. “Cross my heart.”

With one final glare, she turns back to the front door and opens it. There stands Helen and Doug and it’s slightly amusing to watch their eyes grow really big as they stare past her to Abe in all his blue and dry land gear glory. Before their jaws can reach their knees, she invites them in.

“Helen, Doug, I’d like you to meet my husband, Abraham Sapien,” she introduces as she quietly closes the door behind them.

“How do you do,” Abe greets with an extended gloved hand.

They shake his hand mumbling something that resembles a greeting, still staring at him in stunned surprise. Maggie gently herds them through the family room and out onto the patio. The sight of the food spread out before them finally seems to break them of their trance.

“Wow, this looks wonderful,” Helen exclaims as she turns to Maggie. “Did you make all of this?”

“Heavens, no,” Maggie laughs. “Abe is the cook in the family.”

Helen looks at her doubtfully and Maggie laughs again.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Maggie states. “I thought the same thing when he first made dinner. Trust me; he’s a lot better than I am in the kitchen.”

“I suppose it would be a little hard to out do those little hockey pucks you made for Christmas the other year,” Helen chuckles as she takes the seat that Doug has pulled out for her.

“Hey, you’re the one who insisted that all the cookies in the cookie exchange had to be homemade,” Maggie retorts as she seats herself in the chair that Abe has presented for her. “And as fascinating as my lack of culinary skills is, I believe you two came up here for another reason.”

“Um, yeah, right,” Helen mumbles as she first looks at Doug, then Abe, and then back at Doug again.

“Perhaps it would be better if I told you my story in order to answer some of the more obvious questions,” Abe suggests.

At their nods, he starts his tale while everyone helps themselves to food. As Helen and Doug consume their lunch, barely aware of what they’re eating, Abe tells them his history leaving out various details such as Hellboy, Liz and the BPRD. He does tell them where he was found, where his name came from and that he works for the FBI.

“So if you’re secretly working for the FBI, how did you two meet?” asks Helen.

“I can answer that one,” Maggie states as Abe gratefully fills his plate and starts to eat. “A little over a year ago I took Magick out to try out some new trails up at the park north of here.”

“I remember that,” Helen states. “The next day Magick looked like he had been rolled in salt.”

“Well, he got spooked and he took off,” Maggie explains. “He ran right onto the FBI facility where Abe works and he managed to knock me off his back in the process.”

“You lost control of Magick and got knocked off of his back?” Helen questions incredulously. “That’s it; the world’s coming to an end.”

“At any rate, Abe took care of me while I was there,” Maggie continues.

“Abe took care of you?” Doug tries to clarify with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes,” Abe replies. “I’m very good with my hands.”

Both Helen and Doug snort and try to hide the snickers as Maggie turns a lovely shade of pink.

“That didn’t come out the way I intended,” Abe mutters, turning a darker shade of blue while Helen and Doug now start openly laughing and Maggie turns an incredible crimson red as she drops her face into her hand.

“So, how long have you two been married?” Helen finally manages to ask several minutes later.

“We got married on Monday,” Maggie answers, her face slowly returning to its natural color.

“So this is your honeymoon?” Doug questions.

Maggie nods her reply as she takes a sip of water.

“And you’re dressed and upright,” Doug smirks. “I’m impressed.”

Maggie can start feeling her face heat up again.

“Are you two planning on having any kids?” Helen inquires.

“Two, at least,” Abe responds with a knowing smile.

“But how will that work?” Doug asks a bit confused, staring at Abe. “I mean, no offense, but you’re not, um, exactly…normal.”

“Let’s just say we’re compatible,” Abe replies.

“But how can you be sure you two can have a baby?” Helen asks, just as bewildered as her husband.

“We had Abe tested,” Maggie states.

She doesn’t like blatantly lying to them, but it’s better than trying to explain that the Powers that be chose for them to be together and it wouldn’t have happened if they couldn’t produce a baby.

“Oh,” Doug utters, still looking at Abe. “But why are you blue?”

“It’s camouflage,” Abe answers. “It helps me hide in the water when I’m doing my job.”

“Someone designed you to look like that?” Helen inquires.

“I’m not sure,” Abe responds. “I have no memories of before I was revived.”

“You said when you’re in the water,” Doug wonders. “How long can you hold your breath?”

“I don’t,” Abe states as he starts to remove his respirator.

As soon as the last part of the apparatus is removed, Helen and Doug get the shock of their lives. Their eyes become as large as saucers as they stare at Abe’s gills.

“I think it’s time for dessert,” Abe states as he stands and begins to clear off the table.

“I’ll help,” Maggie offers as she rises and starts to put action to words.

Between the two of them, they get the table quickly cleared while their guests sit there still too stunned to speak or move. Several minutes later they return with clean plates and silverware and the fruit tart. Neither Helen nor Doug has moved and they both sit there looking like fish out of water.

Dessert is served and still they haven’t moved. Abe puts his respirator back on as Maggie tries to come up with something to snap their guests out of their shock. After a couple more minutes of silence, Maggie is finally able to come up with something.

“Helen,” Maggie calls. After a few moments of no response, she tries again. “HELEN!”

“Yes, Miss Cavendish?” Helen responds automatically, startled out of her reverie.

“Has Dr. Tambor called yet?” Maggie asks.

“Oh, uh, yes, yes he has,” Helen replies, still a bit flustered. “He says that Spirit tested positive for heroin.”

“Spirit?” Maggie inquires.

“Allison saw the new horse and insists on calling him Spirit,” Helen answers embarrassedly. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, that’s fine,” Maggie reassures her. “I don’t have any thing better to call him, so Spirit will do. Let’s hope he can live up to his name.”

“Speaking of horses,” Doug starts, glancing at Abe, “how did you get Spirit and Magick to stop fighting?”

“I’m telepathic,” Abe explains. “I was able to, for lack of a better term, freeze their thought processes until Maggie came to get Magick.”

“Telepathic?” Doug questions disbelievingly as Helen shifts nervously in her seat. “So you do some type of Vulcan mind meld thing or something?”

“Um, no,” Abe replies a bit confused himself.

“So, are you, like reading our minds right now?” Doug asks, still not believing but with a smirk on his face.

“No,” Abe responds. “I will not read you without your permission.”

“But if I gave you permission you’d read my mind?” Doug grills.

“Yes, if you want,” Abe states.

“Ok, I give you permission,” Doug states with a smug look plastered to his face as he leans back in his chair. “What am I thinking right now?”

Dark blue eyes meet crystal blue for a second before Abe turns such a dark shade of blue that his stripes nearly disappear. He looks away from Doug and his eyes land on Helen. He quickly looks away from her and his gaze finally lands on Maggie. Unable to take what he’s just seen in Doug’s mind, Abe beats a hasty retreat from the patio and back into the house.

“What in the world were you thinking about that got Abe so embarrassed?” Maggie asks a bit concerned over her husband’s reaction.

“I thought he was joking,” Doug stammers as he starts to turn red.

“Doug, what were you thinking about?” Helen demands.

“I didn’t think he was serious,” he answers meekly, looking away from his wife.

“What were you thinking about?” Helen nearly shouts.

“I was thinking about last night.”

“What, about the horses fighting?” Helen asks.

“No, after that,” he whispers.

“Putting the kids to bed?” Helen questions, still confused.

“After that,” he mutters.

“Us talking about Abe?” Helen continues to interrogate now getting upset, not liking where this is going.

“After that,” he mumbles staring at a spot on the ground as if it was the most fascinating thing in the world.

“YOU DIDN’T!” Helen yells, her face turning white.

He only nods as his blush goes from his hair line and continues down past his shirt collar. Helen sits there staring at him, quietly seething and looking like she’s about to ring his neck.

“What was he thinking about?” Maggie asks, still confused.

“He thought about us having sex last night,” Helen answers bluntly.

“Oh, dear god,” Maggie whispers as she covers her mouth with a hand, shocked at the answer she’s received.

“Remember how I said sometimes you want to hold your man and other times you want to choke them?” Helen asks and Maggie nods her response. “Well, I think mine needs a bit of throttling.”

“And I have a feeling mine needs holding,” Maggie replies as she stands.

“Tell Abe that lunch was delicious,” Helen says as she follows Maggie’s example, dragging a very chagrined Doug with her. “And that we’re really sorry.”

Maggie glances at Doug and he nods emphatically his agreement with Helen. With a sigh, Maggie gives a curt nod herself and then leads them back to the front door. The couple leaves after saying their goodbyes quickly followed by Maggie going off in search of Abe.

She’s able to easily find him in the bathroom taking a shower with his dry land gear still on. He’s leaning with his forehead against the wall and both sets of eyelids are closed. His coloring has gone the opposite direction that it had earlier and now his stripes stand out strikingly against his skin. He seems to be shaking slightly as well.

“Abe?” she asks cautiously.

“I feel like I’ve been unfaithful to you,” he whispers.

Luckily her sensitive hearing, part of the package deal of being an Air Mage, hasn’t diminished with her pregnancy otherwise she would have totally missed what he just said.

“But you weren’t,” she assures him. “None of us had any idea what Doug was thinking until you touched his mind. I believe Helen is probably giving him a piece of hers right now.”

He gives her a small smile as he finally opens his eyes and looks at her.

“I still feel dirty,” he states sadly.

“Trust me, I know the feeling,” she responds as she opens the shower door. “But you’re not doing yourself any favors by having your gear on.”

Ignoring the cold spray as best she can, she begins to carefully divest him of his apparel starting with the respirator. He watches while nimble fingers work the buckles on his top and he realizes that he wants her. Now.

He’s naked from the waist up as he grabs her and pulls her into the shower with him paying no heed to her protests of how cold the water is. The frigid water quickly plasters her clothing to her as she breaks out in goose bumps and she shivers. She starts to struggle but he just holds her tighter as his lips claim hers.

She tries to fight back and he pins her against the wall as he continues his rough assault on her lips. She can’t move, can’t fight him off, her powers are gone and she’s scared. Images from what seems to be a lifetime ago come crashing forward.

A parked 4X4 just after sunset out in the Australian Outback. The same feelings as before fill her being. Alone. Hurting. Scared. Helpless. This time there’s no baginis to save her and she knows it. A small whimper of fear escapes her throat as she tries to fight back the tears threatening to escape her tightly closed eyes.

Her memories and feelings flood his senses, sending him reeling against the opposite wall and painfully into the knobs of the tap which he ignores. He watches in horror as she sinks to the floor, curling into a fetal position and sobs wrack her body. He gets down on his hands and knees and reaches for her only to have her shrink back from his touch.

“I’m sorry, Maggie,” he chokes out. “I never meant to hurt you.”

She’s shaking so hard and her teeth are chattering so much, she wouldn’t be able to answer him even if she wanted to. He quickly reaches behind him without looking and turns on the hot water tap. He sits up onto his knees blocking the icy water from reaching her until the hot water finally arrives.

When it does get there, he moves to the side to allow it to warm her frozen body. Several minutes pass before she moves enough so that she can look at him with red rimmed eyes and his heart sinks to the vicinity of the Earth’s core. He slowly moves closer and when he reaches out to her, she doesn’t pull back but gratefully allows him to her into his lap.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes again.

“Did you mean to do that?” she asks quietly as she rests her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“No,” he states emphatically.

“Then you’re forgiven,” she replies, relaxing into him.

“Does that mean we get to have make up sex now?” he asks semi-jokingly.

She sits up, looks at him with a cocked eyebrow and then sees the poorly concealed smile playing across his lips. She quietly laughs as she leans over and gently kisses him. He caresses her face with such a light touch she almost doesn’t feel it. With a contented sigh she leans into his hand.

“As much as I would like that, I’m soaking wet,” she starts.

“You say that as if it’s a bad thing,” he interrupts as he tilts his head.

“And I need to put away the tart before all the animals in the neighborhood help themselves to it,” she continues with a mock scowl.

He raises a hand and spreads his fingers unnaturally wide pointing it in the direction of the patio. He holds his arm up like this for several seconds before lowering it.

“Too late,” he states.

“Damn,” she swears. “I was hoping to have some for dessert tonight.”

“You’ve developed quite the potty mouth,” he chuckles.

“And I blame you,” she retorts as she slowly starts to climb to her feet.

With grace and speed that boggles the mind; he stands up and helps her up the rest of the way. She gratefully leans on him as he reaches over and turns off the water. He carefully leads her out of the shower. Her sodden clothes drip onto the already wet floor since the shower door wasn’t closed after she opened it.

He starts to help her remove her wet clothes, deliberately taking his time until he notices that she’s shivering again. As the last garment hits the floor with a very wet ‘plop,’ he grabs a towel and begins drying her off. She lets him as the feeling of him caressing her body with the fluffy cloth is somehow both relaxing and stimulating at the same time.

Just as his ministrations start getting more stimulating than relaxing, there’s a loud banging on the kitchen door. Abe raises his hand and does a repeat performance from earlier. A few seconds later he relaxes his arm a sound that is something between a sigh and a growl resonates from his chest.

“It’s Helen,” he informs her. “She forgot to get the antibiotics from you.”

“That was my fault,” she states. “I should have given it to her earlier. Why don’t you go for a swim while I deal with her and then clean up?”

“What if I said ‘no’?” he counters.

“What if I said don’t bother wearing your shorts when you go swimming?” she counters his counter.

Watching his coloring change and shift across his body is not only amusing, but damn well sexy to boot. He gives her a quick mind searing kiss before he disappears out the door. When brain functions return, she finds herself standing naked in a puddle and Helen is banging on the kitchen door again calling her name.

She wraps her hair in a towel and then grabs the robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door, donning it. She answers the door just as Helen’s about to start pounding on the door again. Helen takes one look at Maggie’s attire and blushes furiously.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were…um…busy,” Helen mutters.

“It’s alright, I was just taking a shower,” Maggie replies.

“Oh, ok,” Helen responds, her color somewhat returning to normal. “I forgot to get the antibiotics from you.”

“Oh, right, let me get those for you,” Maggie says.

Maggie leaves and comes back to the door about a minute later holding a large white plastic bottle, a few feet of heavy duty chain and a pad lock with a key.

“Here are the antibiotics,” Maggie states, handing over the bottle and then she hands the ranch manager the chain and lock. “Would you mind attaching these to Magick’s barn door, please?”

“Ok, but why are you giving me a key?” Helen asks. “I didn’t think you wanted anyone else but you going in there.”

“That’s in case of an emergency and you don’t have time to get me,” Maggie answers.

“Ah,” Helen utters as she nods her understanding.

Helen starts to turn to go, but stops mid-turn and looks at Maggie.

“Can I ask you a question?” Helen inquires.

“You just did, but you can ask me another one if you like,” Maggie smiles as she leans against the door frame.

“What should I call you?” Helen questions. “I mean you’re married now, Miss Cavendish doesn’t seem right, but I don’t know if you’re going to change your last name to Sapien, and Mrs. Cavendish has always been your grandmother. So what should I call you?”

Maggie stands there for a minute thinking about it as Helen looks on nervously. For nearly a decade Helen has only known her employer as Miss Cavendish and thought of her having to start calling the younger woman something else just seems weird.

“How about you just call me Maggie?” Maggie replies with a warm smile.

The stunned look on Helen’s face is priceless for the many moments it’s there. As soon as she’s over the shock, Helen grins in return to Maggie’s own smile.

“I would be honored to call you Maggie,” Helen finally states just before she grabs Maggie in a bear hug. “Congratulations. Abe seems to be a wonderful man.”

Helen quickly releases Maggie and then charges down the stairs and eventually down the hill. Maggie watches her go, a bit shocked by the sudden hug. With a small laugh and a shake of her head, she turns back to the house.

After towel drying her hair, she goes about cleaning the kitchen which just consists of putting the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. Then she heads out to the patio to find that the animals have not only licked the plates clean of any traces of the tart, but have knocked a few of the them to the ground, shattering them. It takes her several minutes to get the mess cleaned up and the surviving dishes into the dishwasher.

As soon as she’s done, she heads down to the pond. Shedding her robe on the shore, she steps out into the water until it’s just below her knees.

“I’m here, Abe.”
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