HB could hear the ocean

First Fanfic. Please keep reading.

Just a little drabble, and experiment if you will. No real plot or exposition, just imagination.

HB could hear the ocean. A gentle methodical crash as each wave hit the beach. He could hear seagulls somewhere above him, squawking with morning hunger. He could feel stone, dusted with sand, grinding between his hooves as he shifted his great weight. He could feel the sun's heat pounding down on his hide, his black hair frying, and drying out. But he couldn't see this heated paradise before him. He didn't dare open his eyes. He simply took a long, deep breath, full of salt, and earth, and sea, and warmth, and

Screams. Oh god, someone was screaming.

Hellboy sat straight up in his truck bed, sweat poring down his face and chest. Something was wrong. A nice, zen filled dream wasn't unusual for him (though he might not ever admit he liked to dream of walks on the beach to Myers or Manning), something had woken him prematurely.

There it was again. Another scream. And god, why was it so FREAKING hot?

HB pushed his soaked sheets off of him as his senses started to come back to him in full force. It didn't take much to shake off the last holds of grogginess, as he stumbled from the mattress and rose to full height.

Now it was raining. Not really rain, but some fire prevention chemical that spewed forth from tiny metal spigots placed thoughtfully in the ceiling of his bedroom.

"LIZ", he called, panicking. "LIZ where are you?!", he shouted again. Flames were now licking the TV stands and dozens of cats cried out huddled in a corner together shaking and mewing with fear.

The bathroom, Liz was in the bathroom, he thought as he saw it's steel door start to buckle from the intense heat. An alarm was going off now and Red thought he could hear thumping footsteps rushing toward his rooms. He bellowed for his lover as he pushed through the ever growing flames, threatening to engulf his entire suite.

HB reached the metal door to his bathroom. The lock had been melted, unable to withstand the pounding of Liz's inferno, bit it mattered little as HB ripped the door from it's hinges. Inside, crouched and rocking like an infant, Elizabeth Sherman sat naked, muttering and crying, as the mirror, toilet, tooth brush, and everything else in the vicinity turned molten around her.

Giving little notice to the flames Red pushed again and engulfed Liz in his arms, joining in her rocking. Methodical rocking. Just like the sea, his mind whispered.

"Not again," said Liz quietly though the flames pushed onward with a second wind, "I thought I had it under control."

"Shhhh," quieted Hellboy. Though known for the right satire at the right moment, HB could think of nothing to defuse the situation.

Liz screamed again, and the flames seemed to grow ever onward, now totally encompassing the room and shoving through the ventilation shafts, and perhaps into the hallway beyond the bedroom. HB could hear shouting in the distance, but only tightened his hold on Liz.

"It'll be OK Sparky, I promise, just hold on for me Kiddo, I ain't lettin' go."

Though in his head HB knew there should be no other place he rather be than in the arms of his combustible girlfriend, currently experiencing a pyrokenetic breakdown or not, he couldn't help but steal a selfish thought that he'd rather be back on that beach. With the gentle waves, squawking birds, salty air, and heated rays.

Well, at least he's always have the heat.