A/N: This is a movieverse fic. Any areas that are not explained in the movie will be filled in with comic knowledge and all further holes will be filled in with my imagination.
Abe Sapien stared down into the face that had saved his life. It was calm but wan, almost hollow. This was a way he'd never seen Crystal Carlson in the short time he'd known her.
Sighing, he passed his hand over her arm, "showing" her various images as he had been doing for the past couple of weeks. True, she was in a coma, but he knew she was reacting to him, he could feel it. Perhaps it wasn't doing her any good, but how much worse could she get? A coma was better than dead he supposed, though he sometimes wondered how she felt about it.
"How's she doing?" Liz Sherman asked him once he'd left the girl's room.
Abe shook his head. "No better, but no worse either."
Liz nodded but said nothing. She knew how this must have been affecting Abe just for the simple fact that Crys was in this coma because she'd saved his life. Using her command of ice she had unintentionally frozen herself, almost to death. It was anyone's guess why she did it, they all believed she had more control over her power than that. Still, Crys was in a coma and Abe partly blamed himself. It seemed that even a psychic super intelligent fish man fell prey to some of the most basic fundamentals of human nature.
"Why don't you go lay down?" Liz finally said, putting a hand on her friend's arm. "She'll be okay without you for a little while."
Abe thanked her and retreated to his room. The familiarity of it soothed him, though he couldn't help but remember the last time he'd been in there before the accident.
It was hours before the mission that left Crys in her current state. She'd come to see him, who knows why and as per usual she ended up yelling at him. Abe wasn't too put off by it, she ended up yelling at him every time they were together for any length of time. He didn't yell back, both because it wasn't his nature and he didn't feel he had too. Though he didn't like to invade people's thoughts without their permission, he took these opportunities to see what was really bothering her, and generally he found it was better just to let her get it out. Humans were like that, this one in particular.
Shaking his head free of the memories Abe lowered himself into the tank he kept in the corner of the room. He was tired and his skin itched from being dry for so long. In minutes he fell into a restless sleep.
Abe awoke early the next morning, around five am. He hadn't meant to sleep so long, but he supposed it was inevitable. The doctor assigned to take care of Crys warned him repeatedly that she may never wake up, but he knew otherwise. He wasn't sure how he knew, it had nothing to do with any psychic abilities, he just felt it.
Skipping breakfast he headed out towards the medical wing and slipped into Crys's room. The chair he had been using the day before was still there, and he sat down after giving the charts and readouts a quick once over. There had been no change.
From the chair he studied the patient before him. Dark circles encompassed her eyes, and her naturally pale skin had a sickly look to it. Her lips wore the faintest tint of blue, but they always did so it wasn't really unusual. She was already thinner than she had been and Abe knew that if she didn't wake soon her muscles would begin to go as well. Things were not looking good for the young woman who had once spent half an hour yelling at him over the placement of his rotten egg snacks. Suddenly he missed those days.
Without saying a word to her he once again placed a hand on her arm "showing" her memories of her most recent past. This time though it felt different. He couldn't pinpoint it, but there was a restless agitated feeling to her.
"Abe?"
Her voice. That was her voice. His eyes shot open and he looked down at her, expecting to see blue eyes staring back, but there was nothing. She looked exactly the way she had when he'd entered the room.
So wrapped up in his confusion, Abe didn't notice Hellboy entering the room. "Hey Blue, you really gotta stop doing this to yourself."
Abe looked over at him, and Hellboy could tell there was something wrong. It wasn't easy to do that with Abe, but the two had known each other for years. "What's wrong?" Hellboy asked.
"Nothing I… I think I may be suffering from fatigue that's all. Either that or I'm losing my mind."
Hellboy smirked. "Either one is possible."
"I just thought I heard her speak. She said my name."
"Are you sure it just wasn't one of your memories? You have been spending a lot of time reliving them."
Abe shook his head. "No, that wasn't it."
"What then?"
"I don't know. It's almost as if she was speaking to me with her mind."
"Can she do that?" Hellboy asked, confusing now settling over his face as well.
"No."
"Can you do that?"
"No."
"It doesn't make any sense then."
"Red, since when does anything that happens to us make sense?"
"True. Still, you may just be losing your mind like you said. You're losing sleep at least."
Abe decided not to tell him he'd actually slept the night before, as it would probably just make him sound even crazier. "Maybe."
"Hey, I'm getting breakfast, want some?" He didn't actually expect a yes, but he wasn't going to take no for an answer anyway, Abe knew this.
Reluctantly he pulled himself from the seat. "I should, I haven't eaten."
"Alright then, let's go get us some food."
End Part 1.
A/N: This is the first story I wrote with Crys in it, the other two were done for backstory so people could get to know her a little better before tossing her into a coma. By now she's been with the BPRD for several months.