Quick Disclaimer: I own NOTHING!!! HellBoy is (sadly) not mine, and neither is the title of this chapter. It comes from the title song from the show Rent. I also do not own any of the song mentioned/used in this chapter.

The day past all too quickly for Blair; she was dreading returning to the club. It was true that Tobias, Franklin and Nick had all given their word to not stay in the club after the fire was started, but she still had a bad feeling down in the pit of her stomach. She wasn't entirely sure if it was anxiety that her new friends would go against their words, or if it was fear. She would have to face Aiken again.

The thought of facing the man – no, the monster – behind her rape made Blair's stomach tighten. She was ill most of the day, after the Red team had began discussing their plans for getting into the club and setting it on fire. Every time Aiken's name was spoken, she had to run from the room and was sick in the bathroom for several minutes afterwards. She abandoned planning with the others after her fifth dash, and retreated down to Nick's room.

She didn't miss the look her father gave her as she left them sitting at the table, but she didn't care too much. She could live with the strange looks; better than Dad flipping his lid verbally.

She made her way into Nick's room, walked to his bed, flopping on it and curling into a ball on her side. Throwing up had made her hot and sticky, but she also felt cold, almost numb. She was afraid. Blair closed her eyes tightly as she exhaled, running a hand through her short black hair.

"Hey."

Blair opened her eyes to see Nick standing before his bed, tilting his head to the side as he looked her over. "You feel ok?" He asked her, coming closer to crouch beside his bed. He held his hand out to her and she took it in hers.

She nodded as she spoke and squeezed his hand lightly. "I'm just…afraid," Blair said.

Nick made a strange sound, somewhere between a 'tisk' and a worried sigh. He ran a hand through Blair's hair. "I told you, I'm going to protect you. You don't have anything to worry about."

Blair nodded after digesting what Nick had said. "Okay," she managed to get out, her voice week.

Nick nodded, his worried eyes scanning Blair's face. "You stay down here and rest, ok?"

"'Kay."

Night fell; the Red team was at the ready, field agents poised to enter the club, stationary agents prepared to enter the field if necessary. HellBoy had hugged his wife and daughter tightly, kissing their cheeks and telling them to stay safe. The promised that they would.

Before the field team (Liz, Blair, Nick, Tobias and Franklin) prepared to leave, HellBoy pulled Nick to the side. "Sir?" Nick inquired, looking up into HellBoy's face.

"Yeah, uh…" HellBoy started, putting his hands on his hips, trying to go against his better instincts. He didn't like the fact he had to ask, but… "Take care of my daughter, okay?"

Nick nodded, holding his left hand out to HellBoy. "I'll guard her with my life," he said.

HellBoy took Nick's left hand in his own. "Thank you."

The field team entered the club through the band entrance, unloading the musical instruments and equipment. They prepared for the short show they were going to give in the main club. Nick had been assured the last time that they would all be allowed into the VIP room for a private performance later in the evening. Liz planned to sneak her way behind the bar in the main part of the club and use the alcohol to start the fire. Once the show in the private room was over, Blair was to go behind the bar in there and start her own fire.

The show in the main room went off without a hitch, with the guys performing 'Ain't Love Grand', and 'Breath'. Blair came out and sang with them on 'Crushcrushcrush' and 'Swept Away.' Once they wrapped everything up, Liz pulled her daughter into a hug. "Be safe," she said softly before walking quickly into the club to try and weasel her way behind the bar.

Nick walked up to Blair and took her hand. "Ready?"

"Let's go," Nick said, pulling her along behind him, his hand tight around hers.

Franklin and Tobias had agreed to block the exterior exits from the inside, and remained there, ensuring that no one except the team got out. Blair whispered an anxious prayer for the two of them as she and Nick entered the VIP room.

Everyone already in the room was up and dancing, the DJ acting as a snake charmer. Nick pulled Blair up to the DJ's make shift stage, setting down the guitar case he carried in his other hand. He brought his lips to her ear and whispered, "Ready?"

Blair nodded, and Nick released her hand and stepped up onto the stage, addressing the DJ. Blair's stomach turned as she stood alone, her eyes scanning the room for Aiden and Aiken. She found Aiden first, dancing with the orange haired woman from the first time. Blair blushed slightly at the closeness of their bodies.

She continued to scan the room, searching for Aiken; when she thought she had spotted him, her stomach threatened to clench. She couldn't get sick now. They were so close to finishing this job, she had to stay strong.

The music the DJ was providing faded; Nick began speaking into a microphone as the bodies began to go still. Blair grabbed his guitar and stepped up onto the stage, handing the instrument off to Nick as she came to stand behind the microphone stand.

"So, Fi and I have come to perform something especially for you all, and uh…well, we hope that you like it." Nick placed the microphone back into the stand and then stooped to open his guitar case. Blair stooped beside him, trying to look like she was helping, but she spoke to him in a soft whisper, "Promise you'll get out, okay?"

Nick nodded as he stood, guitar in hand. He stood and walked over to the microphone stand, motioning for Blair to move to stand with him. She straightened and joined Nick at the microphone; they stood close together, their shoulders almost brushing. Nick began playing the guitar intro for an acoustic version of 'Broken', a duet originally done by Seether with Amy Lee.

As the two fell into singing, Blair continued to scan the dance floor. Aiken was nowhere to be found, and his brother had vanished now. That worried her; she hoped that they hadn't found a way to escape.

'Cause I'm broken when I'm open

And I don't feel like I am strong enough

'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome

And I don't feel right when you're gone away

'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome

And I don't feel right when you're gone away

Nick sang the final lines of the song, strumming the final chord on his guitar. The crowd cheered, males offering up cat calls. Nick held his guitar in his right hand while wrapping his left arm protectively around Blair's waist. "Head to the bar, I'll cover you," he whispered in her ear softly before kissing her cheek and releasing her.

Blair scurried away, hopping off the stage and walking quickly toward the bar; the same bartender from their first night in the club stood behind the bar, preparing drinks for thirsty patrons. He spotted Blair and sauntered over to her, a grin on his face. "What can I do ya' for little lady?"

Blair put her index finger to her lips, appearing to be in thought, before the held it up to the man. "Could I come behind the bar and make my own drink?"

The man eyed her with mild suspicion, but finally nodded and gave her another smile. "Sure thing; I'll help ya' out if ya' – "At that moment, a rather large group of VIPs came up to the bar demanding drinks. He cast Blair a look before walking away to serve his customers. Blair exhaled softly in relief before climbing over the bar.

There were so many people surrounding the bar that it was very easy for her to set the fire without being caught. Blair ducked down below the bar, finding a small opening to hide in. There were shelves filled with bottles of alcohol beside her so she quickly grabbed the largest one she could find. By a stroke of luck, the bartender walked by but dropped his drying rag to the floor.

He was so busy that he didn't bother picking it up before walking away and Blair snatched it up quickly, stuffing half of it into the mouth of the open bottle. She took a quick breath, concentrating on conjuring the fire she held deep inside herself. She focused on bringing it forth into the tips of her fingers, where she held the corner of the rag, pinched tightly.

At last, Blair felt the surge of energy and heat from her flames and saw them spark to life, catching on the rag. She took another deep breath before leaving her hiding place, standing behind the bar. The bartender spotted her, but it took him a moment to notice the growing bomb in her hand. When the flames caught his eyes, he opened his mouth, preparing to call out.

Blair threw the bottle at him as hard as she could. The glass shattered on contact, and the man was engulfed in flames. He cried out, dropping a bottle he had been holding; it shattered on the ground and the liquid caught fire.

The flames on the alcohol glowed blue, reminding Blair of her own flames; other club goers had noticed the spreading flames, and the screaming started. As the floor and bar caught fire, the flames transitioned into an orange color.

Blair launched herself back onto the other side of the bar; she ran as the flames she had conjured began to burn everything to the ground.

Alright! Not much to say, just that I hope you all don't hate me for cliffhangers!