Summary: Hellboy/OC - Tom Manning's niece, Alex, joins the BPRD as a defense trainer and with the power of premonition unbeknownst to the facility. But after a horrible vision involving her uncle she has no other option but to tell her secret and soon things begin to happen to her which makes her a valuable member of the team, but they're not the only ones she could be useful to.

Chapter One: The Phone Call

Alex walked down the damp streets of New Jersey, holding her jacket tighter to her body as a cold chill ran down her spine. She wasn't sure where she was heading, she only knew she had to clear her head with fresh air. She had started getting visions, vivid ones, that seemed to have been trying to tell her something; a cry for help it seemed. They started about a month ago and they hadn't stopped. It started when she was walking down the busy streets and she bumped into a woman around her age, causing her to drop her purse and all the contents spilled out of it. Being the kind person she was, Alex stooped down to help the girl and as soon as she grabbed her wallet a vision filled her mind; a horrible, frightening one. She stumbled backwards and handed back the wallet, mumbling an apology as she left in a hurry; leaving the woman to stare after her in worry and concern.

The next morning when she turned on the six o' clock news, there was a picture of the girl with a report following that said the girl was found in an alley and had been raped and murdered. Alex dropped her cup of coffee as she covered her mouth with both hands; ignoring the burning liquid that now covered her bare feet. Collapsing to the floor she cried for the young woman she could've saved; should have saved.

Alex shook her head in an attempt to rid herself of the memory, hugging her jacket even tighter. She didn't know what to do about the visions, she had no one to turn to. She was alone in the world with no friends and no family. Even though she really only had herself to blame, it still wasn't easy to ignore the feeling of loneliness. She kept herself closed off from the world as a way to protect herself. She had come from an abusive family, ran away at the age of sixteen and lived on her own ever since. She was twenty five now.

She led a hard life now, but it was one she preferred over the one she had before. She had a crummy job working in a run down bar and lived in a grungy apartment. She did have one thing that made her whole life better and that was her music. It was the only way she could cope with the visions and the life she led.

Alex turned a corner and headed back to her apartment with the full intent on playing some music. After a few blocks, a short ride on the elevator and a nice walk down a long dingy hallway she got to her door and heard her phone ringing on the other side. With confusion and anticipation at who could be calling, she fiddled with her keys as she tried desperately to get it in the lock. She heard her answering machine pick up and then a deep male voice on the other end. She couldn't make out who it was and it wasn't all that familiar to her. The only man who she could think would be calling her was her boss. Finally unlocking the deadbolt and pushing her shoulder into the hard wood, she stumbled into her apartment only to hear the click of a call ending.

Releasing a heavy sigh and blowing a wild strand of hair out of her eyes, she pushed the message button and collapsed onto her worn out couch. Closing her eyes, she waited impatiently for the message as the electronic voice of her machine filled the apartment, letting her know she had one message.

"Hey Alex," she heard the voice and she instantly knew who it was. Sitting up quickly, she stared at the machine as if she were staring at the man himself.

"Its your Uncle Tom. I know its been awhile, too long I'd say. But I wanted to see how you were and I wasn't at all surprised to hear you left home a long time ago. I'm sorry. I should've been there to help you, but I wasn't. Anyway, it was difficult to track you down. Even with my job." Alex released a smile when he lightly chuckled. She didn't blame him for what happened to her, he wasn't the one to raise her. Her parents were and boy did they do a lousy job.

"Well, to get to the point of why I am actually calling other than to say hi is after finding you and discovering what you've been doing with your life… well… I'm calling with a job offer."

Alex's eyes bulged at the invitation and she could hardly believe it. Yeah, Uncle Tom was family, but he worked for the government. He didn't have authority to give a civilian like her just any job, did he?

"Think on it, kiddo and give me a call when you've decided. Here's my number."Alex quickly grabbed a pen and paper and scribbled down the number. There was no way in hell she was going to turn down a job better than the bar. Anything would be better than that place, even working at a fast food place would be better.

Picking up the receiver, she dialed the number and waited with anticipation as she listened to the ringing on the other end. The same familiar voice sounded through the line after the fourth ring and Alex's face lit up at the sound.

"Uncle Tom!!" Alex exclaimed. He was the only family member who actually treated her like family. He was kind, gentle and loving. It was only when he got his job with the government that all contact with him was lost. It was on her fifteenth birthday when he showed up with a present; a brand new baseball mitt. She was a hardcore tomboy and she still was to an extent. After she had opened her present and gave him a big hug with a thank you that followed, he told her of his leaving. She begged him not to go and cried herself to sleep; getting yelled at by her stepfather to shut up. It took her a few years to finally forgive him, when she fully matured and she had missed him dearly and wished for a way to contact him. Especially after her visions had manifested, she knew she could talk to him about them and ask what he thought they meant.

"Alex!! Did you just get home, I just left the message?""Yeah, I was actually having a fight with my lock when you called. I was victorious, though."

"How's the lock?" Tom asked, joining in on her humor.

"It's not doing too well, I may have to call a lock smith and have him put it down," Alex answered, trying to sound serious but failing miserably; releasing a small laugh, hearing one in return from her uncle.

"Well, not to jump to the point, kiddo, but I've got some work to do here," Tom trailed off, aching to just spend hours on the phone with his niece to catch up with her.

"Oh, yeah yeah. Of course. I'm more than happy to accept your job offer, Uncle Tom."

"Really? You haven't even heard what the offer is."

"Uncle, if you were in my shoes would you pass up working with the government over a skanky bar?" She heard another laugh from him and she released another smile.

"You're right, but its not really working with the government. Just working in a government facility."

"Either way. It's better," Alex replied. "What is the job?"

"We need a trainer."

"A trainer?""Yeah. I noticed in your profile that you've become a black belt. Is that true?"

"Well, yeah, but I really don't think I'm teacher material," Alex answered, not real sure if she was comfortable with the job position being offered, she still planned on accepting but she was getting nervous. She was thinking it'd be more of a secretarial position.

"I think you'd be perfect and I believe you'd be able to handle your students just fine."

"Well, I'm obviously going to accept, but I'm nervous about this now.""Don't be. You'll do great, but I do have to tell you this is a highly secretive base as are its residents."

"You know you don't have anything to worry about.""I know, but its something I have to say and there will be paperwork you'll have to sign swearing to secrecy.""I understand. So, when do I start?"