Hello to all, this is my first Hellboy fiction I hope you like it. I've been writing this for a while now and I just decided to start posting it. I don't have a beta reader yet so if you're one and you'd like to be my beta reader let me know. I'm sorry for the grammatical errors I'm not perfect. Enjoy!

Title: Opposites of a Differnet Kind
Author: Arianna
Genre: Hellboy Fan Fiction
Fandom: Hellboy
Rating: M

Summary: A new agent is being introduced into the BPRD community. Will opposites attract or will their origins get in the way?
Feedback: Please but be gentle
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone from Hellboy. I am just a bored little lady but anyone you do not recognize I own. Thanks much

Chapter One

Heavy breathing, a flash of red, cold damp walls untouched by humans in centuries. Occupied graves nestled in the large catacomb of underground tombs. The empty hallways thick with the stench of death, a place no regular being would want to dwell with choice. But no regular being was occupying these corridors.

"H.B.!"

"What boy scout?" Hellboy whispered into his mouth piece as he slowly moved about the damp hallways of the ancient Swedish crypt.

Myers shifted on his feet nervously looking over a broken coffin, the decaying corpse looked as if it was screaming at him. This was not his idea of a good time, "Are you done yet?"

Hellboy inched around a corner and shoved the Samaritan into the next room, his large red finger on the trigger.

"Did it sound like I killed the thing squirt? ...Damn empty." Hellboy sighed, "Where the crap is this thing?" turning out of the empty tomb he moved farther down the dark hallway. Holstering the large weapon, Hellboy made his way into another room by opening the large decaying wooden door. The cold room lay silent and dark as pitch. Retrieving a glow stick from his belt Hellboy snapped the plastic against the damp rock of the tomb. The eerie yellow light illuminated the room revealing it's inhabitance to the big red demon. A large figure emerged from behind the cobblestone crypt growling deeply as it advanced towards Hellboy.

"Crap!" Hellboy leapt forward and tackled the massive creature to the mossy ground punching it a few times in what could be called the face. A thunderous roar erupted from the beast as it threw the muscled red demon across the room sending him through the fragile decaying walls.

"Did you get him?!"

"Myers if you don't shut your yap I'm gonna let you come down here and take over." Hellboy growled into the mouthpiece as he got to his feet brushing the debris from his duster.

"Over and out!" and the com went dead.

Carefully the red demon circled the creature his hand resting on the handle of the Samaritan. "Ok ugly we can either do this the easy way or the way I prefer…….the hard way."

In a roar of defiance the creature lunged forward again slicing its claws at Hellboy's chest. Quickly moving from harms way Hellboy retrieved the Samaritan from its holster and emptied the six holy water/silver bullets into the monster's cranium. With a sickening thud the lifeless mass hit the chilly mossy stone. As the sounds of sizzling flesh permeated through the air the red demon spoke into his mouth piece once again.

"Hey boy scout."

"Yeah H.B?"

"Call Johnson and tell him ugly is ready for extraction. Oh and Myers……. tell him to bring a mop. This one was a little messy. "

Shaking his duster free of the remaining debris Hellboy made his way to the surface. As some of the BPRB men made there way into the belly of the crypt they congratulated the large red demon with high fives. Reaching Myers Hellboy patted him on the back.

"Don't work too hard squirt might pull a muscle."

"Hey if I had your strength and large stone hand I'd be down there too you know." John tried to defend himself getting up from his perch on the coffin. His hands quickly brushed the crumbling stone from his back side and tried to catch up to Hellboy who was now ascending to the cool night air outside.

Taking a deep breath Hellboy reached into his light brown duster and retrieved a cigar from the inner pocket. With the cigar settled between his large red lips he found the box of wooden matches Manning had given him and lit the tip of the brown tobacco. Slowly his mouth pulled the sweet thick taste of the cigar into his mouth, savoring it for a moment he blew the smoke forth. It billowed from his lips into the night air like a dense fog. A low rumble of satisfaction crept from his throat as Hellboy pulled the cigar from his mouth and licked his lips.

Making there way up the plank of the large airplane Hellboy and Myers watched the agents pull the massive body bag from the depths of the crypt. Grunting from the weight Johnson glared at the red demon.

Hellboy took one more drag of the smooth tobacco and snuffed the red embers out on his stone hand. After tossing the cigar over the edge he turned to the shorter agent and pushed him up the ramp.

"Come on Squirt I wanna go home."

The plane ride home was long and uneventful; in the back of the plane several of the agents and one large red demon played poker. And the rest of them lay sleeping sporadically about the large aircraft. Myers sat in his seat going through the folders and filling out paper work, a monotonous job but someone had to do it. And god knew Hellboy wasn't going to do it. Myers looked back at the red demon he had become attached to like an oversized older brother. So much had happened to him it took some time but he was back to his old smartass self. After the death of the late Professor Broom Hellboy clung to Liz, trying his hardest to stay optimistic. Sixty years never a day with out the old man and then one day he's gone. He didn't get to say good-bye. Liz not up to the challenge of comforting a large red demon in mourning she slowly pulled away from him. Eventually leaving the BPRD for what she called a "Normal Life." Occasionally she was called upon to assist Hellboy and Abe on difficult missions but never staying around long enough for Hellboy to get reattached. It had taken Hellboy a good year to finally start letting go of his love for the uncertain pyro. The only thing Hellboy could muster from there few week relationship was a harsh conclusion that who could love a demon? How could he blame her for leaving, he a seven foot bright red horned spawn of hell. She had never meant to hurt him but it was all too much for her to handle. The year long funk had put a damper on the BPRD's work. Hellboy refused to go outside the compound to do missions. He had grown weak and fragile from his refusal to eat. Myers did his best to pull the seven foot demon out of his depression and put him back on missions. He needed to forget about Liz and the love he had for her.

A year after professors Broom's demise Hellboy emerged from his chamber and began socializing with everyone again. The agents were able to get into his room and give it a cleaning it so desperately needed. Slowly he began to eat and exercise again. The massive girth of his arms and expansion of his chest returned to their once bulging glory. Myers had tried to ask him what the trigger was to get him back on his feet. The only response he would get from the demon was "A Dream." He would never go into the details of it or who was in it but all that mattered was that Hellboy was back and ready for action.

It had been six months since "The Dream" and Hellboy was doing better then ever. Myers looked back to the poker group and laughed as Hellboy nearly punched his cards through the table as he presented his full house to the agents. He had won yet again. The group of agents groaned in unison as the large red demon collected his winnings.

Rhythmic pounding alerted Myers he was going to have a red visitor any minute. With a thump Hellboy took residence in the seat next to Myers.

"So we gonna get some R&R when we get back or are we on another mission?" Hellboy asked throwing a few cashews into his mouth chewing them loudly.

Myers shuffled through his papers nervously and made a strangled noise in the back of his throat.

"Uh oh I hate when you make that sound, that sound always results in something I don't like. What is it Myers?"

Myers set the stack of papers down on the table in front of him and turned to his friend, "Well it's not that bad actually it could be very good if you'd open your mind."

"Mmmmm." Hellboy mumbled as he scratched his goatee waiting for the bad news.

"We're getting a new agent."

With a big sigh Hellboy leaned back into his seat, "Well that's not bad, you totally didn't need to use "the noise" for that. We can always use another good man like you or Clay."

Again Myers made the strangled sound, "Well it's not a regular agent we're getting H.B. she's special like you and Blue."

"SHE?! Oh no not another girl I don't know if I can handle another girl. Not after Li.."

"H.B. calm down." Myers set his hand on Hellboy's broad shoulder. "You can do this we'll do it together."

With a sigh of defeat Hellboy covered his face with his massive stone hand and deflated into the leather chair.