-1Just so everyone is aware: I had no idea what a MarySue was until after I wrote this. So yeah, be nice. I hadn't meant to do it.

When the steel door banged open, revealing a very upset Liz, Hellboy knew almost immediately, that he was in big, big trouble. Her pale face was livid, flushed and furious, and her little hands were balled up in frustration. Sitting up quickly from his large bed, he watched almost timidly as she stormed up to him, still careful not to step on the tails of any cats but mercilessly stomping on Babe Ruth wrappers. Liz stopped, looking straight at him, considering how large he was sitting and how short she was standing, her dark eyes fiery and black hair frazzled from the rain outside.

At first, he didn't know what she was going to do. It might sound silly coming from a seven foot, bright red demon, but she was more than a little frightening when she was mad. Planting her hands on her slender hips, Liz closed her eyes, looked down and tried to calm herself down before she burst into flames, literally.

"Why…did…you…maim…my…tires?" she demanded, slowly and quietly, trying her hardest not to shout. Hellboy's golden eyes widened and he looked down at his hands, the large, stone one crumpling the notebook paper he had been writing on. It was going to be a letter to Liz, begging her to stay once again but he hadn't written anything yet. He wasn't great at begging.

"Er…I…I, uh…I didn't?" he responded a bit dumbly, not sure how to explain what he intended. It was a hopeless, stupid act, carried through on an impulse that he truly hadn't contemplated thoroughly. Liz had recently gotten a nice, new Volvo, supposedly just for going about town. But then, last week, John slipped the news to him that Liz was leaving to Michigan to live with an aunt. Hellboy liked John, really, but the guy was dense. Like denser than baby Swiss cheese.

"You didn't?" Liz echoed, her anger seeping through her tone. Hellboy flinched and quickly shook his head. She didn't believe him, at all. Groaning in frustrated annoyance, Liz gripped her hair and paced, fuming so much she could not speak.

Carefully he watched her, wondering what she would do to him for killing her rubber. Well, she couldn't burn him. That knocks off quite a few options. But then again Liz had a notoriously sharp tongue. Now, he knew he couldn't defeat her there. He wasn't too great at arguing. It took him a few moments to realize that she was talking again.

"…You can't do that, HB! Just because I want to leave does not mean you have a right to try to keep me here forever!" she ranted in angry desperation. She had been pacing but stopped, turning to face him fully, her hands out before him in what would have been a pleading gesture.

Hellboy looked at her dark eyes and thoughtful eyebrows, wanting nothing more than to hold her but he knew she wouldn't allow it. She hadn't allowed it since they had returned from Russia.

Putting a hand to her forehead, the woman sighed heavily, as if trying to blow away some inner voice.

"I can't stay here anymore, Red. I can't do it anymore and you can't keep me here," she finished, a tired, final sound in her low voice. Hellboy's eyes flashed in sudden anger and he stood abruptly, towering over her as she started.

"What's so wrong about being here, Liz? What? Is it me?" he demanded loudly, not caring if anyone could hear his thunderous voice. Liz stared up at him, her mouth opened slightly in surprise before tightening into a threatening line.

"I don't belong here, that's all! I want to go somewhere else for once and try living differently!"

"You can't do that here with all of us, your friends, near?! You have to leave to goddamn Michigan?!"

"Yes!"

"Why?!"

"Because I can't have what I want here!" she finally screamed back, the truth coming out as her eyes filled with angry tears. Hellboy quieted and stared at her as she breathed heavily. "I can't have a family or a normal life or even be sure I won't die with nothing within the next few days! Don't I deserve a family? And I can't do that if you're here, if I see you every day or think about you every moment. Don't I deserve a chance to finally have what I want?"

He wanted to argue. He wanted to tell her she was wrong. But somehow he couldn't think of the words. He lowered his eyes and slowly slumped to his bed, arms hanging between his knees, elbows on his thighs. So that was the utter truth of it all. The truth as to why she wouldn't let him hold her or kiss her again. Why she kept leaving more and more.

"You do. You do. And…"he looked at the crumpled paper, pathetically laying on the floor with only two words peeping out. 'Dear Liz'. "I'm sorry I can't give you a normal family."

He didn't dare look up to see her face but he heard her lower her angry hands and a regretful, thick sigh escape her small frame. When she kneeled in front of him, he closed his eyes and purposely turned his face far away from her. But when her soft, cold hands grasped his cheeks and gently forced his face to her, he couldn't keep them closed.

A sad but determined look dominated her thin features, her lips tilted in a melancholic smile and her eyes bright with tears. Kneeling down, she was shorter than he was and looked up into his marvelous yellow eyes, trying hard to explain how she felt without words.

"Its okay, Red."

"No, its not," he responded darkly, reaching up to take her tiny hands in his big red ones. Bringing them to his lips he kissed the palms and looked at her seriously. "I love you even if I can't show it. I don't want you to leave."

Liz flinched hard, as if he had slapped her across the face. Pulling her hands away she stood, her eyes dark and troubled, even though there was still a smile. Hellboy watched her as she turned and went to the door, desperately trying to think of something to say, anything to make her stay.

Finally, she turned and looked to him, small tears falling down her face.

"I knew you wouldn't let me go without fighting. But that was cruel, what you said. I'm leaving and I'm not coming back. Goodbye, Hellboy."