AN- K, didn't realize it till now, but I haven't put a single disclaimer on any of my fics for the past, er… month? NOTHING is mine, except the Lake and Marina.

The perfect setting for a romance if I do say so myself!

You're biased, Llewella. I have a hand in this chapter!

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Story-

PERFECT

When Marina and I get back to the BPRD we've been missed.

Manning is standing at the door, looking threatening.

"Where the hell did you two go now?"

Marina fingers her pendant gently.

"We were out. I wasn't aware that we were prisoners here."

Manning rolls his eyes. I feel that it's time to interject.

"We weren't foolish enough to be seen"

Manning glares at me.

"How the hell do you know that?"

I look him straight in the eyes, and smile, showing all my teeth.

"Guess."

Marina starts coughing slightly, her but her giggles come though strong and clear telepathically.

Manning isn't fazed by this at all. His mind move in one direction at one time, giving him an ability to focus that has, much to my shock, been extremely valuable in managing the BPRD. Father, on the other hand, did just as well and his mind was about as straight forward as a spiral staircase in and Escher painting.

Manning is blathering on about ethics, and setting an example, and what sounds lake 'cantaloupes' but Marina assures me isn't.

Finally, Marina has an idea.

Using a tiny amount of energy, she creates one spark. Just a single spark…

…Right underneath a fire detector.

The copper seal that keeps the water pressurized bursts, and it begins to rain down on us. Manning runs off, swearing, and we make a beeline for the tank.

A few moments before we enter the library, the water stops falling from the ceiling.

"Which nozzle did you set off, love?"

Marina grins.

"Guess."

"Is that an echo? But seriously, which one?"

"The one in Hellboy's room."

I sit for a moment, thinking. Then, I throw back my head and laugh.

Marina walks over to the book shelf and traces her fingers along the well worn spines.

"They won't blame him. Worst comes to worst they'll chalk it up to those terrible cigars."

Marina and Hellboy aren't the best of friends. She's hyper sensitive to tobacco; it gets into her gills and hampers her breathing under water. He, to put it simply, doesn't believe her.

She pulls a book off the shelf and walks over to the stands that hold them, during the day. Sliding 'Stranger in a Strange Land' onto the stand, she turns towards me.

"You're not angry about the spark thing, right?"

I open my mind to her, sparing us both an answer that simply wouldn't say as much.

Within three seconds she's in my arms, and I pick her up kissing her yet again. We dive into the tank a few seconds later, and I deactivate the speaker system, and close the heavy blinds that we installed for privacy.

How do we spend the rest of the day? The perfect ending?

Use your imagination.

AN- Things are about to take a turn for the more depressing. I'm about to head into memories of St Trinians, who I've painted as evil genetic manipulators (like the people from Alien Resurrection, only not quite as suicidal…)