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I bet Myers is taking Liz out on a date right now. They're probably drinking coffee and walking through the park and she's taking pictures of him. Damn! And the worst part is that I don't know who I'm more jealous of, him or her! Damn, damn, DAMN!
I went after them about an hour after they both stormed out of my room and saw their oh-so-close chat they were having in the cafeteria. Myers moves faster than I do! He was flirting with me this morning! Crap, maybe he wasn't. Maybe I was just hoping he was. Either way, it sure didn't take him long to move onto Liz! I should squash the little shit… for reasons I haven't figured out just yet.
John maybe a commitment, but I'm going to have to decide whether or not he's a commitment I'm willing to make, and fast. I'm going to have to grab him before I lose him. I once said I'd never give up on Liz, and that's still true, in a way. I would've faced all of hell for her then and I still would, but it wouldn't be for the same reasons. Thing is, I don't even know what I'd do if she changed her mind and decided she wanted me back.
Hell, when did this shit get so complicated? Before Liz, there wasn't anybody I was really, REALLY interested in. There was this real sharp gal that used to work for us back in the 60's, but I was just a kid then (a very big kid). Point is, there's never been two people at once.
I've been pacing my room ever since I witnessed their cafeteria session. The only option I can think of that seems reasonable is to let Myers know full-well that my attentions aren't a joke; it's how that I'm still a bit fuzzy on. I considered asking Abe to give me an idea on what would work for Boyscout, but I know he'd just turn me away with some 'the minds of others are not mine to pry in' bullshit.
How do normal guys do this? You give some flattery and ask them on a date, right? I should probably start with an apology. I bet Myers is still steamed about what I said. It may have been true, but he'll be glaring at me for days.
Alright, apology first, let him know I want him, and… what next? I can't exactly take him out on a date. Meh, I'll figure that out when I get to it. First, I have to get through a few barriers.
I head back to the cafeteria. It's doubtful that they'll still be there, but you never know. I glance into Liz's room as I pass by and see her emptying plastic sacks onto her bed. I stop and lean through the doorframe, but don't see John anywhere. They've cleaned up the gore since last night though, that's good.
Liz looks up from sorting through her things. I'm kind of big to be sneaky, so I'm not really surprised she noticed me. That's alright, I should probably lay down the law with her, "I want you to stay away from John."
Liz crosses her arms over her chest, "Jealousy doesn't become you Red, you're the wrong color for it."
Smart ass. "I'm serious, Liz." I leave her with that. I probably should have asked her where Boyscout is, but there aren't too many places he can be. Besides, it's kind of like asking a lion where your safari partner is. That might be a little harsh.
I narrow down his normal haunts to the gym. If he's pissed, he's working out. I greet the handful of guys in the locker room, ignoring their blank looks of surprise. I don't usually use the Bureau's facilities, so it's probably more shock than anything. Whatever.
I scan the gym, starting at the treadmills, but I spot Boyscout beating the hell out of the punching bag. His shirt's lying on the ground near his feet and I watch his bare upper body for a few seconds, enjoying the view. Myers is built pretty well for a human. He has defined muscles and perfect skin that's got to be soft to the touch.
He throws a particularly hard jab low on the bag and turns to me, "Can I help you?"
He's definitely pissed at me. I don't blame him.
John keeps assaulting the bag, executing a series of quick, fierce punches to the middle. The bag is swinging like crazy, so I walk around and steady it. He's getting a lot of force behind his hits, more than I thought he was capable of.
"I want to talk to you, 'Scout."
"My name is John, Hellboy, call me by it."
Ouch. He's really pissed. He doesn't usually mind being called by the nickname I picked out for him. I guess an apology is in order. I hate apologizing, but I owe it to him.
"John."
He doesn't stop.
"Hey, quit for a second so I can talk to you."
John throws a beautiful kick and slams the bag into my hand. That was a damn hard hit. The wolf guy did say he would have an increase in strength, but hot DAMN!
"If I'm going to be able to pull my own weight, I should keep working," he snaps, emphasizing his words with heavy blows.
I sigh. It would be really easy for me to subdue him, but I doubt he'd listen after that. Flattery's the key, right? "You know, you're beating the shit out of a three-hundred pound bag, I think you can pull your own weight just fine."
He pauses, his fists held at the ready. Since he seems like he's waiting, I continue, "I'm sorry, 'Scout."
"For what?" he presses, dropping his hands. He rolls back on his heels, his stomach muscles flexing enticingly with the changed position. I have to drag my eyes up before I remember to answer him. Shit, what was the question again? Right, apologizing, "For, uh, for what I said. It wasn't true." Did I mention that I hate apologizing? 'Scout's about the only one I'd do it for.
John grabs his shirt from the floor and tosses it over his shoulder, giving me an extremely stubborn look, "If it wasn't true, why did you say it?"
He would ask that. "Shit Myers…" I don't get much further.
"You worry about me when we're working, don't you?"
I push the bag a bit. What am I supposed to say to that? I'm so bad at this… "Yeah, but you're always getting in trouble. Every time I turn around you're getting hit by cars and eaten by wolves and smashed by sledgehammers and…"
"I get the idea," he grumps, heading towards the locker room.
"Damn it, that's not what I meant!" I grab his arm, "I can't deal with it!"
Those big brown eyes turn to me and I really want to kiss him. I resist the urge and plow on, "You just can't take hits like I can, but you're right there like you think you can! If you get smashed by something, that's it, you're gone! I just don't… know… I don't know what I would…" I trail off. This is so damn embarrassing, but John's expression says that it wasn't in vain. Ugh… sacrifice yourself on the alter of dignity and all that.
"It doesn't really matter anymore," he drops his eyes and mutters.
What's that supposed to mean? Oh god, I really hope this isn't an overly dramatic 'I'm quitting' kind of thing.
"Manning's revoked my outdoor privileges. I probably won't even be allowed to leave with you on the next assignment. He thinks my behavior needs evaluation."
Well, at least he's not leaving. "That sucks." An idea pops into my head, one that will get us both screamed at, but would really brighten 'Scout's day, "Let's break out for awhile."
"Like break OUT, break out? Like need to be hunted down in the city kind of break out?"
"Yeah. You ever been to Central Park?"
A smile comes through his concern, tentatively at first, but getting brighter the longer he wears it, "You know, I never have. But won't we get in trouble?"
"Have you ever actually seen Manning back up his threats?"
"No, but he makes plenty of them," he stops, and his brow furrows, "Do you mean now, in the middle of the day?"
I stare at him. Is he serious? "You know, I wouldn't mind going now, but I think there's a few things people would notice. What do you think?"
He blushes slightly, "Right, later then."
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After an extremely successful late night escape and John's trip to a convenience store for beer, we're walking through a deserted Central Park. And I didn't have to break down a wall this go round. I did a bit of roof jumping to get here, while John kept to the street.
John's lucky to be like Liz, a freak that can stand in plain sight. I have to duck behind a shrub or tree every time somebody comes close to us. I'm not jealous, I mean, I'm used to it, but it does make things difficult.
We keep out of the lights, so there aren't too many encounters with the 'normal people'. I've got pretty good night vision, but John acts like its broad daylight out. He spots things like squirrels way ahead of us that are sitting in complete darkness. I don't think he notices the difference, but it's pretty obvious to me. I'm going to chalk it up to him being a wolf.
John pulls a beer off the six-pack and grins at me, "Thanks."
"For what?" I pull off my own beer, transferring the leftovers to my tail.
"For this," John says, making a sweeping gesture with his free hand. "I don't think I'd ever have the guts to break out on my own."
"When you're stuck down there for longer than a day, you'll get the guts," I joke. Actually, it's more of a true statement than I'd like to admit. That place drives me crazy sometimes. There's only so much TV I can watch in a day.
John takes a long swig of beer and stares down at the can for a minute. When he speaks, he sounds sad, "Do you think Manning will forcibly keep me in the Bureau? I mean, do you think he'll keep me under strict surveillance like you and Abe, or will I get to come and go like Liz?"
I think my stomach just dropped into my feet, "Why? You thinking about leaving?"
Scout kicks a rock out of his way, his eyes rooted firmly to the ground. That's not good. "I don't know HB… I feel like I should…"
His pause does not help my unease, "Should what? Should leave? Should quit? Should-"
John cuts me off, "Should be someplace where I'm not going to hurt anybody!" He looks up at me then with an expression that's torn between fear and something else, sadness maybe.
So we're back to the 'I'm a monster' conversation. Crap. I think this might be a reoccurring theme for a while. There has to be a better way to get this out of his head than reassurance, "Look, don't do anything drastic. Go get your behavior evaluated by the wolf gu-"
"Dr. Andrews."
"Whatever, Dr. Wolf Guy, but have him take a look at your behavior and he'll tell us whether you need to do anything about it."
John nods and takes another swig of his beer. A smirk creeps onto his face and I know the idea's appeased him for now. "I want to know what exactly he's a doctor of. I doubt they give degrees in the field of lycanthropy."
He's got a point. "It's probably something irrelevant, like musical theatre."
That gets a laugh from John, "Oh hell, I hope not! I would think it would be in zoology or something!"
I shrug, "You never know. The Bureau's been known to hire some pretty weird people by street credit alone."
Boyscout laughs again and polishes off his beer. I hold out the remainder of the six-pack so he can grab another. We walk in silence for a while. Central Park is supposed to be a haven for New Yorkers, but, even at 2 AM, I can still hear the traffic. The city that never sleeps…
Myers stops and points, "What's that?"
I have to take a few steps back before I can see through the trees. Assuming he's pointing at the illuminated castle, and not some random object he can see with his insane night vision, I answer, "I think that's Belvedere. It's this tiny castle you can walk around." Albeit, I've never been closer to it than a few hundred yards.
He changes course and walks backwards towards the castle, talking to me while he does so, "Let's go see it."
I would protest, it's a well-lit tourist attraction where there's good possibility that there will be cameras, but John gives me a grin I can't say no to. If I end up on the news again, Manning's going to pitch a fit of epic proportions. He's usually really good about shutting that kind of talk down, but I think people are starting to doubt his word at this point. I get grouped in with Big Foot and the Loch Ness monster, except people have more pictures of me than both of them combined.
John keeps moving towards Belvedere, turning just before he encounters a tree. He shoots me a sheepish look and sidesteps it. Goober. He really is cute despite it, or maybe because of it.
I have to jog to catch up with him. What's the likelihood that a tourist's going to be at the castle this late anyway? If somebody does snap a picture of me, I'll chase them down and take the camera. Who's going to believe that Hellboy chased them around the park when they don't have any proof?
Belvedere is pretty cool up close. I've been in older places, but I know there's not some demon or crazed sprite ready to take off my head when I step on the grounds. Cool, but very tiny. John and I only take about a minute to circle it.
"That's almost anticlimactic," Myers comments as we come back around the front.
"Meh," is all I have to say. I finish my first beer and chunk the can. "We should've gotten two six-packs."
John leans back to peer at the top of the building. "You want to go to the top?"
"Hell, why not?"
Belvedere is in multiple levels because it's on the side of a hill, so we head up as far as we can without having to break into the building. Myers stares at the next level like it's a mile away.
"How are we going to get up there?"
It's really not that far, maybe a floor and a little bit. I could jump it easy. "I could toss you," I offer.
John rolls his eyes towards me in an obvious 'no'.
"Or I could give you a boost."
"That sounds like a better plan."
I kneel and John climbs up on my shoulders. Instead of giving me a chance to stand, he uses me like a springboard to grab the next ledge. He disappears over the edge in a graceful sweep of his body.
"Hey, I said I'd give you a boost, not let you play 'hop on pop'!"
John sticks his head over to look at me, "You were the one who offered. Besides, I doubt you've ever read that book. You must have been at least 40 when it came out!"
I grumble and jump to grab the edge, digging my feet against the rock to get enough leverage. We hop one more level in the same fashion and get settled at the top. John grabs the second to last beer. The cans got shaken all to hell while we were climbing, but I think I'll let him figure that out on his own. I'm disappointed when he sets the can down and gets propped up against one of the battlements. Oh well, it would've been funny.
I fall onto the roof beside him with a sigh. We've got a pretty good view of the city from here. Lights spread out in every direction over the trees. Pretty romantic I'd say, but I don't want to jump the gun. Boyscout's a little skittish. Then again, what do I want here?
There is that whole commitment thing, but people make commitments all the time, why can't I? The only difference is that marriage always has the option of divorce. But Abe said the commitment starts at sex, so dating can't hurt anything. This could either come out really well, or turn to shit, but I don't think it'll be anywhere in-between.
I must've been quiet for a long time, because John clears his throat, "What are we doing here HB?"
"Drinking beer," I say, and pop open the last can. It foams up enough to spill over my hand, but doesn't explode everywhere.
John picks up his forgotten beer, "Is this a date?"
I guess this is the time to make a decision. I'm thinking that I'm sick of being alone, "If that's what you want it to be." Was that too vague? Doesn't matter, it's out now.
John glances down at his unopened can, fiddling with the tab for an inordinate amount of time. Crap… I jumped to conclusions. Wait, but he was the one to ask me if we were dating. If he didn't want to be on a date, why would he bring it up?
My impatience get's the best of me, "I was kind of expecting an answer to that."
He doesn't say anything. Instead, his arms go around my neck and he kisses me.
Hell YES!
I wrap my arms around his back and pull him to me. He gets repositioned, practically in my lap, and opens his mouth when I touch his lips with my tongue. Fucking fireworks go off. I don't think I've ever had a kiss this good. It goes out of control real fast though; John's hands are sliding up under my shirt and mine are going down his jeans and the thought enters my mind that I should just screw his brains out here and now. John groans and straddles my hips, his body pressed tight against mine. If I can't get myself under control in the next few seconds, there won't be any turning back.
Does John know what'll happen if we do this? I don't think he does. Damn it, my conscious would kick in at a time like this.
It's a little harder to push him off than I would have imagined. He gives me a confused look for the interruption. "Slow down a minute, Boyscout."
"Why?" he asks, leaning back in. I have to plant my hand on his chest so I can get a chance to speak. I want to keep swapping spit just as much as he does, but there has to be an order to things.
"You have to be sure that I'm what you want," I say.
John shifts back and I can see irritation overtaking his confusion, "I think I've made it pretty clear that you are."
Oh hell, I can see this heading south real quick. "That's not what I mean. It's just different now that you're a wolf."
His eyes narrow.
I rush through that statement, since he obviously took it the wrong way, "I mean, you don't have all the facts about this."
"I think there's only one relevant fact here: whether or not you want me."
"There's more to it than that." As soon as the words leave my mouth, I realize that I should've started that sentence with 'yes'. You know what they say about hindsight and all that.
John's on his feet a second later, muttering something about 'he should have known better'. I barely catch a flash of yellow in his eyes when I grab his wrist. There's no way I'm letting him leave this roof so pissed. I doubt he'd eat anybody, like Manning seems convinced of, but he might do something he'll regret.
"Boyscout, would you just hold on for a damn minute? It's not like I don't want to screw you senseless right here, it's that you don't have a clue what that'll mean as a wolf."
He stops pulling at my hold on him long enough to listen. 'Scout must be terrified of rejection, considering the way he acts. I wonder what happened to make him like this? I'll figure it out later. I can only deal with one drama at a time. "A wolf takes one mate… ever. I just don't want you to get stuck with me if… you know…"
John's eyes get softer and I can feel him relax under my hand, "Even knowing that, you still want me?"
"I've been single for sixty years. It gets kind of boring."
Myers grins, "You, bored of bachelor life? Seems unlikely."
I return his smile, "Yeah well… I mean, Liz didn't work out and there aren't any other girls at the Bureau, so you were the next best thing."
He punches my shoulder for the comment, but there's no anger in it. "Ass," he grumps and flops down beside me.
I lean in and say, "You know you love it," just before I kiss him again.
TBC…
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