"Up the airy mountain, down the rushing glen, we daren't go a-hunting for fear of little men"

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Liz watched Hellboy seat himself next to her on the bench. He was stressed, she could tell. "We miss you down at the Bureau." Hellboy started. "Gets crazier every day, fathers still mad at me." Hellboy went on, he was being COMPLETELY honest. He would try to slip in a lie usually to exaggerate how bad it was to get Liz to come back. Liz gave him a small half-smile. Then he turned and stared at her for a moment. "Come back Liz." He had a note of pleading in his voice. Liz shook her head softly. "Come back." "No, no HB." She couldn't, not when she was trying to get better. Hellboy got aggravated.

"WHY!?" He shouted standing up. Liz jumped at his action. "WHY….YOU ALWAYS SAY NO, BUT YOU NEVER SAY WHY!" He continued. Liz just sat there in shock, she hadn't expected this. "Answer me." Hellboy whispered. His own face was now about two feet from her own. Liz opened and shut her mouth, then she opened it again, " I want to get better. I want to learn to control it." Came her pathetic excuse. Hellboy narrowed his eyes, "Why can't you get better at the Bureau?" He asked. He really wanted to know. Silence met his question. "Liz you may not want to admit it, but ya have a better chance of learning how to control your power at the B.P.R.D." Liz stayed silent. What could she say? Maybe he was right. "Just try one last time Liz. One more time." The pleading tone in his voice was back. "You have to TRY at least. Put your best foot forward." He went on. Liz looked into Hellboy's eyes. She didn't want to tell him. She didn't want to tell him that the reason she had left so many times before…was because she thought if she could control her Pyrokinesis. She could ignore it and have a normal life. Even though she knew she never could. Not after she had met Hellboy and Abe.

Hellboy continued to stare at Liz. They both knew she never really tried. Maybe because she didn't want to be called a freak, maybe because she wanted to get out and act normal. But either way she needed to try. "Liz you always talk about how people could get hurt if you don't control your powers." One more try. "What do you think could happen if you lost control out here?" He didn't want to hurt her….he just wanted her to understand. "At the Bureau you could be safe. And no one could get hurt…well maybe a burn here or there…." The last part was to lighten the depressing mood that had set around them. But it worked, Liz broke a smile and a small laugh. She could try once more. And he was right, what would happen if she DID lose control out here. People could die. She looked up at him, "I'll try one more time." Hellboy smile could have reflected the sun. Hell it could BE the sun for how bright it was. "That's great!" He had done it. And if she couldn't learn to control it….she would come back to this place. 'No way I'll let that happen.' Hellboy thought to him self. Just as the nanny squad showed to.

Myers hopped out of one of the cars, his younger brother Jake right behind him. John sped walked over to where HB and Liz were. Jake walked calmly behind and made it there the same time as his brother. "Jeez Red, you could have at least gotten your arm taken care of before you took off." John scolded. HB rolled his amber eyes at Myers display. Jake stepped in, "Stop telling people what to do." His brother turned to him. "He's older than you bro. I think he can handle himself." Hellboy grinned at him and pointed, "You ARE cooler than your brother." He stated. Anyone who would stand up for his being-able-to-look-after-himself was cool in his book. Jake returned the grin and nodded. HB had said that earlier, both times right in front of his brother. John must have been so jealous, his favorite comic book hero had called his BROTHER cool not him. Jake always thought it was because his brother dressed like a geek. He always had, and Jake didn't think that would change. 'Cause HB had already said JAKE was cooler. Twice now.

\EARLIER/

Jake followed his older brother(by 5 minutes) down a hall, as Professor Broom pointed out objects in glass cases. He wasn't paying much attention. He knew all about these objects. Just because his hair was messy(but still cool), and he wore black semi-tight jeans with a red muscle shirt and studded belt, didn't mean he wasn't smart. Almost everyone he met thought that, but being a top class hacker had its benefits. He had studied the history of all these objects. And he knew when Hitler REALLY died. He'd hacked into the government files a few years back and found out. He wasn't dumb, he was actually smarter than his brother. And his brother was the biggest NERD he knew. But he was looking forward to this new job. He could learn even more about the worlds secrets. Who could pass that up? An idiot is who. And Jake was no fool. His brother wasn't either, but if he could get that damn STICK out of his ass he would know that.

John looked at the Babe Ruth's in his hand. He snapped his head up when he saw the professor walking away. "Your…," John motioned towards the giant safe door, "your not coming?" He asked. Jake finally spoke up, "Jo leave him alone." He started. "Of course he's not coming, he's a Professor." He emphasized his last word. "He has other stuff to do. Act like an adult, he hand picked us from tons of others. He did it for a reason." John looked from his little brother to the Professor and nodded, why hadn't HE thought of that? His brother was always trying to make him look stupid. John just nodded and turned back to the safe door. Professor Broom smiled at Jake and turned away to continue what he was doing previously.

Clay eyed the brothers for a moment. Then he nodded to Jake. "Do not speak, the professor had him grounded." Clay spoke as he turned to the safe door and pulled out some kind of key. As he unlocked the door, red strobe light came on.(the ones on the ambulance) Clay turned back to them. "you two met the fish guy right?" John nodded, his eyes going wide, "Yeah that was weird." Clay stared at him. "Yeah" Jake looked at his brother and shook his head looking back at Clay, "I thought he was cool." Clay looked at Jake now and grinned, "Yeah" Clay then turned around and opened the safe door. Jake stepped forward, John stayed back. "Well come on, meet the rest of the family." Clay spoke to John, John's eyes got huge.

"He gets fed six times a day." Clay spoke as he wheeled a cart full of food into the safe room. John and Jake followed him. "He has a thing for cats." Clay went on. It didn't even need to be said, the number of cats was crazy. "You two will be his nanny's, his keepers, and best friends." Clay had stopped wheeling the cart and was looking at them. Jake looked straight ahead, John was looking at the screens. "He never goes out unsupervised." Clay finished, Jake was now staring dead ahead of him. "Who?" John asked, he wasn't paying much attention. He was watching the girl on the many television screens. Jake reached over and shoved his brothers shoulder. John turned to look at him, he hated when his brother did that. Clay held out something across Jake and John took it. It was a HELLBOY comic book.

"I hate those comic books." Said a deep voice from the shadows. Jake continued to stare. "They always get the eyes wrong." John looked from the comic cover to the figure in front of them. It was red and lifting a weight with its left arm. "Hellboy," John whispered, "He's real." Clay nodded, "Yeah…60 years old by our count, but he doesn't age like we do." He stated. Jake continued to stare. "Think reversed dog years…he's barely out of his 20s." A puff of smoke from the shadows. "What's with the hair Clay?" Hellboy asked even though he knew what it was. "Finally got them implants huh?" Clay laughed and brushed his new hair-line with his finger. "It'll fill in." A clank of the weight hitting cement. "Who're the squirts?" "Myers & his brother are your new liaisons." Was the answer. Hellboy took a drag of his cigar and turned away. I don't want 'em." He said puffing out the smoke.

John looked down, Jake snapped out of his daze. He turned and snatched the Babe Ruth bars out of his brothers hand. "OI!" He shouted at Hellboy. HB turned back to them just in time to catch the candy bar that was hurled at him. Jake opened the second one and took a bite. Everyone but the many cats stared at him. As he chewed he pointed the hand that had the candy bar in it at HB. "Now I can understand why you wouldn't want my bro here." He finished chewing and motioned to his brother. "But I'm a cool guy. I know a lot of stuff. I'm good for a resource." He took another bite of the candy bar. John glared at his brother. HE was the older one. HE was supposed to out-shine Jake, not the other way around.

Jake moved to Hellboy's bed and sat down. Hellboy stared at the kid on his bed in disbelief. Who did he think he was? 'Kids got guts.' Was the only thing that crossed his mind. Jake looked around the room then back at HB. "I can be your best friend. I'm not the stuffy type. You can do what you want. More power to ya." HB was starting to like this guy. "But it is my job to supervise you. " Jake continued. "So all I have to do is follow you around, and make sure you don't get into trouble." Hellboy nodded, they could definitely get along. "So…as long as you stay out of trouble, I won't bother you. Unless you wanna talk or something." Jake shrugged at the last part. Yeah HB and Jake could get along just fine. "What's your name kid?" Hellboy noticed ha hadn't gotten it. "Jake" Hellboy nodded , "Not a bad name." Jake took another bite of his candy bar. "I find it likeable." He said with a grin. HB laughed and tore open his own candy bar. Taking a bite he nodded over at John. "You got a first name, Myers?" John stuttered for a moment. "Ahh…um…John." He finally got out. "Mmm…I take it you're the older one then?" Hellboy didn't really have to ask. What older brother was cool? John nodded. HB finally moved out of the shadows. He looked at Clay, "Fathers back?" Clay looked down and nodded. "He's still angry?" Again Clay nodded. "Yu did break out." Hellboy groaned and snatched up today's newspaper.

He was on the front cover again. He turned when Jake spoke up, " Ya know its rude to stare big brother." Hellboy raised a non-existing eyebrow and looked at John. Sure enough…he was staring at HB's filed down horns. A puff of smoke from the cigar. "What ya lookin' at John?" Hellboy asked in a mocking tone. John started to stutter again when alarms went off. The American short-haired cat Jake was petting scampered off.

"Hey, hey, hey…" Hellboy looked at Myers. "They're playin' our song." He looked back at Jake and motioned for him to follow. He turned back to Myers and shoved him out of the way with his stone hand. "Come on guys…let's go fight some monsters. Now Jake was interested. "We get to fight monsters?!" he asked excitedly. HB laughed and nodded. "Awww….Sick nasty! I'm gonna love this job!" Jake shouted. John looked pale and ill. Hellboy looked at Jake for a minute. "I can already tell your cooler than your brother. He said with a grin. Jake nodded still excited. "I like cool people, stick around." He finished and walked down the hallway. Jake practically bouncing along behind. John felt resentment for the first time. 'I shouldn't have brought him here.' He thought, and jogged to catch up. Now very nervous.

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I would have more but my sister kicked my off, sorry.