A/N: This is the shortest little ficlet I've ever written, but after spending some time at the drive in with my best friends, it's been nibbling at the edge of my brain.
Disclaimer: Much as wish I could disagree, I own absolutely nothing in the Hellboy Universes, movie or comic. Or anything mentioned here, for that matter. And the views expressed here are not neccesarily my own. It just works better the way they are.
Liz quietly opened the vault-like door to Hellboy's room to find him dozing in front of his television sets. All of them were on, but only one seemed to be broadcasting sound. She sat on the floor next to his feet without making a sound, wishing not to wake him. He deserved rest, he had been working hard lately. The sole tv that hadn't been muted was in the middle of a commercial break, so she didn't know what movie or show was playing, but juding Red's taste in movies, it would probably be a good one.
The commercials ended and she realized with a start that he had been watching a movie on a primarily woman's channel. The movie was Purple Violets. Wanting to change the channel, she stood, with the intent on changing it directly on the tv. Any remote that had come with this set (or any of them, for that matter) was long gone. Unfortunately, a cat got in the way. Liz accidentally stepped on the poor thing's tail, and it gave a wail that could have woken the dead. Instead, it just woke Hellboy.
"Hey, kid. You were gonna change the channel, weren't you," he mumbled, half awake.
"Why are you watching this crap, Red? Let me change it to something better. Or, even, put a tape in. Anything but this..." She was beginning to whine, and it was annoying them both.
"Don't knock this movie, Lizzie. It may not be very intellectual, but this Selma Blair woman is pretty attractive."