Wow guys thanks for all the great reviews. I'm beyond thrilled that you guys are enjoying this fic, it's really getting me to write more. Anyway here's chapter 5 (I know everyone is kind of out of character here, but please bare with me)

Oh and I know this contains pretty much no plot, just sincere mushness! ENJOY!

Several days had passed since Liz's nearly fatal nightmare but she still refused to return to normal life. Everyone around was conveniently worried, and feared the behavior that she had taken up. Anyway hardly anyone ever saw her during eating hours, or even the common room reading or talking with Abe. Hellboy had hardly seen her and she was barely in contact with anyone.

Hellboy longed to talk with her and force her to tell him what had triggered the fire and everything, but Abe was beyond insistent when it came to the subject of interrogating Liz. He practically forbid it, and Hellboy felt as though he was missing out on something important for no apparent reason.

She never even left her room. Actually the damage wasn't as bad as predicted and was fixed within a few hours, yet for some reason she still remained inactive with everyone around the compound. Hellboy couldn't figure it out, I mean after all everyone knew it was an accident and no one blamed her or anything. But during those extremely rare moments when he happened to catch a glimpse of her eyes suggested that she held a lot of guilt over that misadventure And just maybe the one that had caused it.

It was clear she wasn't sleeping. She was cursed by a nightly routine of retreating to the roof, long after everyone was asleep. Hellboy could hear her up there, just sitting up there for hours and he could never figure out what she was doing.

He now understood why his father felt sorry for her. It was clear to him that Liz hadn't always lived the perfect dream life she deserved. If anything it appeared that most of her life had been one bad thing after another just falling into each other like dominos anxious to completely fall.

He didn't want to go up after her. Well of course he did, but the idea of her rejecting him seemed more disappointing than not hearing her voice. Which he had been inclined to do for almost a week now. One night she slammed her door particularly loud and Hellboy was almost certain that it would wake someone else up. But he was incorrect as he learned when he decided to go out into the hall and follow her. He wasn't sure if it was because he had a negative feeling that something not so good was going to happen, or if it was because he couldn't stand to be away from her another minute longer.

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It was interesting to watch her get past security so easily. She really did have a way with people, which was probably a good skill to have other than being able to control fire. And with that thought in mind he snuck past security and followed her down a small road that was now deserted by the late hour. He kept his distance and made sure she didn't see him. Wherever she was going, he just wanted to make sure she was safe.

She continued her path down the sidewalk while keeping her head down and her arms to her side in an effort to walk faster. It was clear that wherever she was going she wanted to get there quickly.

Hellboy didn't even notice the graveyard until she passed a large tombstone near the front entrance. But she seemed to walk slower, as though respect was the theme for the scene. And small street lights shone on the those decided resting place. Almost as though they were there so Hellboy could behold Liz's scanning eyes as though she was looking for something.

She walked a little further down the path Before she came to a complete halt, Hellboy was right behind her at this point but she didn't seem to notice anything other than her own breathing as it quickened it's pace and she continued her walk amongst a certain design of grave stones before stopping at one that looked as if it had been placed there recently. She was only there for a spilt moment before she fell to her knees and covered her face with her hands.

It wasn't long before Hellboy could her weeping. And he wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around her and tell her that everything was going to be all right... That she was going to be all right. It just didn't just didn't seem fair that she should have to be in so much pain, he felt for her at that moment.

"Everyone in my life is punished for my lack of control." She said loud enough for him to hear. Apparently he hadn't as quiet as he had hoped. Then again that was something that was hard to do when you were seven foot tall and about as broad as a bus.

So he walked to her and sat on the near end of the gravestone. Kneeing down to reach her height, which was understandably hard to do considering his size, yet he managed and carefully lifted her face to his.

"Listen to me Liz." He stated. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. You were given your abilities for a reason, you just can't see the beauty in that. God gave you this gift for a purpose, I know it hurts. In fact I can't even imagine what kind of strong person you have to be to handle something like this but the fact is you are...you are Liz without the most resultant soul I have ever seen...and your going to be OK Liz...everything will be OK."

She couldn't take it by this point and completely collapsed in his arms. What from he guessed was from a lack of sleep and proper nutrition. Yet she lifted her head up once again almost stopping her sobs enough to be heard. She wiped her eyes and held out her hand, to which a bright blue flame appeared light the night with it's power.

"But how is anyone ever suppost to forgive me?...I kill everything I touch..."

Hellboy looked at her silently and placed his hand over hers making it obvious once again that he was immune to the fire she held in her palm. The flame was slightly smothered yet didn't go out completely until Liz closed her hand over his.

He wiped away one of the tears after she had closed her eyes to him, and upon doing so she reopened them.

"I'm still here Liz..." He tightened his grip on her hand and moved a little closer. "I will always be here Liz...always"

His efforts were rewarded with the smile he had been dying to see for over a week.

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He helped her up and she wrapped her arm around his own. And they walked away silently each finding a new sense of peace. And upon walking away Hellboy noticed the name on the gravestone she had thought do much of to grieve over: Leslie Renoa.

Liz explained on their slow walk back that her sister had lived out there so after her death they moved her body to the area.

Yet Liz became grave once more. "At least...what was left of her body."

Hellboy had run out of hope to supply her with so he just wrapped his arm around her shoulder and let her lean her head against her chest. She sighed deeply and they continued their walk back to the compound. Walking slower than usual, and tried to just enjoy the short time they had together.

After they had reached the facility Hellboy released her from his embrace and walked her to her room. She opened the door and sat on the bed, she seemed to depressed he didn't just want to leave her there. What if she had another episode? This time everyone might not have been so lucky. He stared at her completely fascinated with her face.

"I'll be alright...honestly" she said trying to reassure him. She hated the fact that she had made everyone worry yet the headaches had grown ever steady and she could actually hear Leslie's screams echoing in her ears. And her Mother's crying during the long and overrated funeral.

"Wait!" She said quickly stopping him as he made his way to the door. She didn't know quite how to say it, they had only known each other for a short while. But he seemed to have an obligation toward her safety so maybe he wouldn't mind...

He turned around quickly to the sound of her voice. Questioning her with his eyes.

"Would you...umm...wait with me until I fall asleep?" She didn't believe it at first that her hands were shaking but the thought of him rejecting her scared her more than she would probably ever admit. But she didn't have to wait long for his answer before he just grabbed a slightly charred chair from the corner and placed it near her bed.

"Sure. Besides...not like I have anything better to do anyway." He said trying to make humor of the situation but the fact was he way beyond relieved that she had asked...because even if she hadn't he would have found himself outside her door just listening for her soft, secure breathing.

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Long after she had fallen asleep he watched her. Her face was toward his and the beauty that lingered in her exulted face made him afraid to blink for fear she would be nothing but a dream and disappear right before his eyes.

Yet eventually he did look away and found himself scanning the room with his eyes.He was boggled with the scene, for all the time she spent there it really was an impersonal, lonely room. He couldn't figure out why she didn't even have so much as a window but he was sure he would bring it up with his father in the morning. He noticed her suitcases in the corner and how hollow the drawers seemed. She hadn't even unpacked? Why was that? As he observed a little more he noticed how very little the room represented her. In fact if he was asked, he never would have guessed that she stayed there at all. It made him sad she didn't feel conformable here. And even as he looked down at her sleeping form she began to toss and turn gently, while a scowl formed on her brow.

He felt bold as he placed his hand on her forehead and wiped away several pieces of hair that dangled in her eyes. Her movements stopped quickly and she settled herself.

If she didn't feel like she belonged...maybe there was something he could do to change that.