Author's note: Dark horse owns it all. No infringement intended.
Liz walked slowly down the empty corridor. She came to Hellboy's door and knocked quietly. Somehow, over all the movies, thoughts and commotion, he heard even her lightest of knocks. She realized he probably heard her down the hall, and waited simply to avoid startling her. This time was different, no one answered, no sound from within the room changed.
She knocked again, for good measure, but the room was still. She rubbed her eyes as she squinted at the clock down the hall and found the time to be just after midnight.
"He's dead."
"Excuse me?" someone asked from beside her.
She jumped in fright and screamed loudly as she spun to see Hellboy standing in his doorway.
"I'm dead, am I?" he asked.
She struggled to catch her breath as she stared at him. "Were you asleep?"
"I was until someone tapped on my door."
"I didn't mean to wake you."
"It's fine, but you're the one who looks dead."
"I can't sleep."
"Maybe you should go down to the lab and get something."
"I don't like pills, Red."
"I know..." he said, pushing a stray piece of her hair back behind her ear. "But if you don't get some sleep, you'll feel like crap tomorrow."
"Speaking of tomorrow," she said staring at the floor, "I...I can't do this!"
"What do you mean?! We're getting married tomorrow, aren't we? It's just nerves, cold feet. Liz, I thought you were cool with this... it's John isn't—" Liz stood on her tip toes and kissed him, grabbing his head and lowering it.
"This isn't about John. I just don't understand why we have to do all this extra stuff. I just want it to be like this forever."
"We're just making it legal."
She smiled as he pulled her into his room and shut the door.