Hellboy sat at the bedside, looking on as Cameron was reclined back on a medical table. She was wincing. The x-rays and treatment had long since been done. She had broken a rib and had cracked two more. She even had a concussion from being pushed into the wall. Those injuries weren't even counting the mark that was burnt into the flesh of her forearm. Her supple velvet skin was now marred all because of him. He couldn't lift the guilt he was feeling over that. She was hurt because he couldn't fully protect her. He was the man in their odd relationship. The man was supposed to protect his lover. Could he even call her that at this stage? Red sighed and leaned back in the chair. Cameron was chuckling as Abe carefully probed at her arm. "Damn Abe. Be careful, I need that arm." She muttered before hissing in pain. She was a bit torn up, but still held the beauty to her features. He was glad she was safe. What got to him was it seemed she was taking this all as a joke. At least that is what he saw by the laughter she held. How could she find any humor in this? It made no sense to him. Then again, he was much worse before the kids came along. Abe leaned down, his large blue eyes blinking as he ran a slight razor over her burnt skin to get a sample. Cameron once again hissed and turned her head away.

"This is rather remarkable." Abe said. Cameron chuckled a little.

"Yes I know I am Abe, but what about the mark those KKK impersonators left on me?" she asked with her usual smirk. Hellboy groaned rather loudly and shook his head. She looked over at him as she chuckled. 'What?" He question even held humor to its tone.

"It surprises me how much you think this is a joke." He admitted. She rolled her eyes and turned to lay her head back against the pillow. If Hellboy wasn't caught up in how her full lips parted slightly he would have been a lot angrier with her. He instead brushed off her little gesture. "Seriously Cammi," He paused. Calling her Cammi sounded so right. He wanted to let her name settle a moment before he continued. "Don't you think it is at least a bit more to worry about? God knows what happened to your arm!" he said. She just gave a simple shrug. How the hell could she just so easily brush this off? He life was in danger, not just from the chimera but the ghost in bed sheets. He was more worried than she was. "Damn it. Is that all you can do is shrug?" he questioned in a rather assertive tone.

Cameron's head instantly snapped to look at him. Her eyes narrowed into dangerous slits and were burning with anger. Oh crap, he really must have plucked a nerve. "What the fuck to you want me to do?" she growled. Hellboy held her glare. He couldn't let himself be intimidated. Although her look could terrify Hitler. She needed to understand what a big this was. He wasn't backing down even as she continued to speak. "Come crying on your shoulder like a damsel in distress? New flash jack ass, I am not that kind of woman." Hellboy's right hand curled up into a fist so tightly that the stone could be heard scraping together. He never thought of her as a damsel in distress. She more than proved to him and every single man in that bureau that she could handle herself. Damsel was never a word he would use for her. Reckless was a good thought. How ironic; him calling someone reckless. He had been at one point, but that was all before Lizz and the twins came around. They were the reason to his calming. However, he wasn't so sure how much longer her could be calm around her and the current situation.

"No!" he snapped back. "You just need to be a little more concerned! Come on Cam, you could have died." He said.

"But I didn't." she retorted.

"But you could have!"

Cameron just shook her head and rolled her eyes. The sarcasm and brushing him off was staring to get on his damn nerves. Not only could he not protect her, which made him feel pathetic in his own way, but now she was basically ignoring the whole incident. How could she? That was something would probably keep asking himself for a long time. The amount of carelessness, reckless and care-free attitude was going to kill her one day. Hell, it almost did with him in the Nuada incident. After that he learned to be a bit more careful in his fights for the twins sake. 'Seriously Hellboy, calm the hell down." She said.

That infuriated him. It was his breaking point. His fist rushed towards the wall. There a deafening cracking sound as he made contact. Plaster dusted off and floated to the floor. When the dust cleared, there was a gaping hole and cracks lining on the wall. Cameron jumped up from where she was laying on the exam table. If she felt any pain, it didn't show in her face. Abe was startled, reeling back in his seat a moment.

"Cameron, please sit down." He pleased with her. She wasn't listening to him. Her fingers reached up, pulling the IV from the back of her hand. Blood trickled down her flesh. The look in her eye was pure murder. If he wasn't so pissed off, he would probably be severely aroused. She looked ravishing besides the blood and mark on her forearm. She stood, wincing a moment. HB could only imagine the amount of pain she was in. Any less and she might be trying to kick his ass. Cameron ignored another plea from Abe to sit down and relax. Quickly, she pulled down her sleeve to cover the mark seared into her perfect skin. Her perfect satin pale skin. Hellboy snapped to attention when she spoke.

"What is your issue?" she growled. "You can't just go punching holes in walls whenever you have a hissy fit." Hellboy growled. She was infuriating! Hoe the fuck did he ever develop feelings for her? Then again, how could he not have an issue? The woman he loved, yes he did lover her, was beaten to hell and branded while he played patty cake with a chimera. He knew Cameron could more than protect herself. However, He still felt like he could have done more to make sure she was safe.

"You are," he paused. What was the right word? Irresponsible. Careless. Stupid. He would even throw in the concept of her being a bitch. She was acting like one right now. He must have been taking to long to answer because she interrupted his thoughts.

"I am what?" She spat. Hellboy frowned heavily. His brow furrowed and his eyes glistened with anger as he glared at her. "Come on, spit it out." She ordered.

"Reckless!" he nearly shouted at her. She shook her head, throwing her hands up in annoyance and wincing in the process. The two were toe to toe. Not to mention the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. She scoffed and turned to sit back on the edge of the gurney.

"Reckless, really?" she said. Turning, she allowed Abe to start reexamining her arm. "I heard that you were wore. Putting your men and civilians in danger." She stated. Her voice had cooled down to a point. It almost sounded like she had stopped caring. That had to hurt more than the words she spoke. When she snapped or yelled at him, at least it showed that she gave a damn. Sighing, he rubbed his temples. This was…damn. "So isn't this the pot calling the kettle black." She stated.

"That is in my past." He said flatly. He hated being reminded of the stupid shit he did. He put so many in harm's ways with his selfish wants and impulses. Even now he regrets how he acted. But that didn't mean he wanted to remember it when he strived so hard to be a good man and father.

'Your point? You have no damn reason to lecture me. At least I didn't get any agents killed." She said. Hellboy just blinked a couple times. That was a stab in the heart. How could she? When Clay died, and Abe almost did, it devastated him. He felt like he let them down, much like not being able to protect Cameron. He was their leader and failed them. That was a guilt he still contained. She had to bring that shit back up. The guilt bubbled from its inner hiding spot. He frowned, clutching his hand tightly. He wanted to hit something else. Actually, hit was a mild word. He wanted to beat the living shit out of it. Sighing, he rolled his head to the side to crack his neck. He needed to calm down.

"Okay you know what," He decided that he was going to be the bigger man. He was just going to walk away. Her stubbornness wasn't worth being pissed off. "If you don't want to give a damn and act like a bitch then fine, I am not going to be a part of this." He turned and walked.

"You are such an asshole!" she screamed at him. Hellboy was out the door, listening to her harsh words with a wince. He hated that she was upset with him, but she was also being rather unreasonable. He wasn't far down the hall when he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. The throbbing wrapped around to his temples a d forehead causing him to groan. An ice ball fell and shattered at his feet. Droplets of ice skittered across the floor. Rage coursed through him with a new light. That was fucking it! That bitch! He spun around ready to beat the living hell out of her. Cameron was standing there with another ball of ice crackling and crystalizing in her hand. He body was soft, pale and shimmering with her natural frost underneath the fluorescent lightning. Her eyes held danger that burned at him. She looked about as ready for a fight as he was. Even her obvious attraction couldn't steer him from his anger at her. Exhaling, he turned and pushed some ice from his shoulder.

"Are we going to play like that?" he shouted. She smirked, her fingers tightening around her ice ball. "Why not be the man you are and do that to my…" He couldn't have finished. The ice ball that was in her hand cracked against his face. It was dead hit. He fell something hot sticky drip down from his nose. Reaching up, he touched his upper lip which was slick with blood. She gave him a bloody nose. He felt the pain continue to pulse as the blood flowed.

"Care to finish that sentence?" she questioned. She took a dangerous step forward. He chuckled once and flexed his stone hand.

"A lot of talk from such a tiny snowflake." He said. She growled. They took a simultaneous step forward. The tension was thicker between them as all hell seemed to come so close to breaking loose. Agents stuck their heads out to figure out to figure out was going on. That; or they started taking bets on who would win. They were slowly gaining an audience.

"Snowflake?" she questioned with her voice starting to rise. He could hear in how her voice raised an octave that she was pissed. "This snowflake is going to kick your sorry ass all the way to hell." She threatened.

"Bring it on!" Hellboy smirked. He was looking forward to this. She might be able to take his breath away with her smile, but like hell will he let her overstep the line and bring up his unpleasant past. This stone hand grated together as he prepared for her next ice ball.

It never came. Abe had stepped out, coming over and touching her shoulder. 'Cameron, please." He said. She broke her death glare on Hellboy to look at him. His large blue eyes filled with pleading. "The last thing you need is to push yourself with your injuries and make them worse." Hellboy quickly remembered why he was in the medical bay in the first place. Cammi was hurt. He couldn't fight her with the risk of breaking her two cracked ribs and further damage to the snapped one. Hellboy watched as some color began to pull back to her skin. The fun warmth returned to her cheeks as she nodded.

Cameron was done fighting, and frankly so was he. Hellboy just needed to get away from her.

"You know what," she said. Hellboy looked up as she spoke. The fire had burned out from her gaze. Now she was looking at him with a crystal stare filled with hurt. "You are not even worth my time and energy." Hellboy stomach fell. With those words, it was like every connection they had and every confession they made earlier was void. It was as if he meant nothing to her. But it meant something to him. She would always mean something to him. Not matter if she pissed him off, her presence was still a light in his existence. He quickly shook his head and sighed. He needed a break.

His footsteps unintentionally thundered down the hall as he made his way to the living quarters. It was way too early in the morning for the wins to be awake. However, he always felt calmer after a mission when he checked in on them. Elaina and Trevor were sound asleep when he peeked his head in the room. His son was buried in the covers so his face only showed and his daughter somehow managed to kick them all off. She must have inherited his increased body temperature. He personally hated having anything more than a sheet on. Hellboy smiled at them as he chuckled. They were something else.

As he turned to leave, a voice caused him to pause. "Daddy." The large man turned and saw his daughter sitting up and looking at him. She was rubbing her eyes with her lip pulling into a pout.

"Elaina, sweetie, go back to sleep." He said. Hellboy walked over, sitting on the edge of his daughter's bed. She was shaking her head. The poor child looking like she was about to cry. Tears welled up in her eyes, ready to spill down her cheeks. Her bottom lip pouted out as she whimpered,

"Daddy, is Cammi okay?" she asked. Hellboy blinked a couple times. Did his daughter hear something? That was impossible because no one near here knew. But how could she have known that Cameron got hurt. Maybe he was looking into much into it.

"She is okay. We went out to save the world and she got a boo boo. But Abe gave her a band-aide." He said with comforting words. The girl nodded, and then reached over to her father. His heart softened from his previous fight with Cameron. Hellboy reached over and picked his child up. He never expected to hear what next came out of her mouth.

"I had a dream that a mean man in a white sheet hurt her. She was screaming." She said. Hellboy looked down at the top of her head. He could she have known everything that happened? Sure, she was a bit off on the details other than that she was right on the money.

"Shh sweetie." He said as he kissed the top of her head right in the center of her thick red curls. Slowly he rocked her back and forth with a gentle hum of the lullaby he sang to them during times like this. 'She is okay. We can visit her tomorrow." That seemed to please the child. She nodded and then scrambled from his lap to curl up with her pillow. It wasn't long until she was asleep again with a smile and her thumb in her mouth.

Hellboy sat there and watched her a moment. His daughter had seen what happened. Could she have special powers by chance? Her mother was a pyrokenetic and her father was Hellboy. It would not be surprising if she had special gifts as well. He remained rooted in spot, watching her before heading out and to his room. Elaina had seen it. Surly that wasn't a coincidence. His daughter had a gift. Hellboy made a mental note to ask Abe about it later when the twins were visiting Cameron. The thought of her made his teeth grind together. She was so fucking infuriating! As much, however, that he hatted to admit it, she was right. He couldn't expect her to think of the twins as hers. Hell, they were barely beginning in the awkward relationship that they had. If it was even considered a relationship. A dysfunctional relationship. Hellboy sighed and rubbed his temples. This was ridiculous. It was more mental hell than his first relationship with Lizz.

Walking into his bedroom, the cats circled around him and meowed loudly for not being fed. He guessed with the excitement of it all he forgot to give them their dinner. He chuckled and muttered his apology to the clouder. His thoughts continued to trail through his minds as he filled the bowls with the generic bran dry mix that another agent went out and bought for him. Cameron was a grown woman. She could make any decision that she wanted; even if it was to go into combat. She knew the risk associated with it. Maybe that was the read she didn't let any others come along. She knew that one hurt was better than many.

A horrid guilt punched him in the gut. He really had no right to yell at her. She was a grown woman. And as much as he cared for her, there was no readon for him to be angry. Hellboy sat down and groaned. "crap." He grumbled. They had an explosive argument. He was actually ready to fight her as much as she was him. "Crap." He had said things that probably pissed her off. That was not good. HB flopped back on the bed and placed his left hand over his eyes. His stone hand laid at his side as his stomach turned. "Crap." He repeated." This was going to be a mess between them until Lord knows when. The awkward moments and sarcasm could be avoided if he apologized. That, however, would be a big blow to his reputation if anyone caught him apologizing to her. He was known for not apologizing easily. Maybe that wasn't a good thing. He closed his eyes and groaned before sitting up and turning off the lights. He didn't even bother to clean the dried blood missed from his shirt sleeve. Was she worth apologizing to? He felt deep in his heart that he was. If he ever planned on finding a happy relationship with a woman again, he would need to suck up his pride. And Cammi was worth it with her bedroom eyes and fiery personality.

Hellboy, sound in his decision, closed his eyes as he drifted off to sleep with plans of apologizing to her in the mourning.