Title: Unholy Union (1 of ?)
Chapter: The Mysterious Woman
Author/Artist: Ariyana
Pairing: Hellboy/Elizabeth Sherman
Fandom: Hellboy
Theme: #6 the space between dream and reality
Disclaimer: Hellboy is owned by Mike Mignola, Dark Horse comics, Columbia/Sony and Revolution Studios. Constantine is owned by Vertigo/DC comics, Warner Brothers and Village Roadshow. I am not making any money off this story. It is strictly for my entertainment.
Rating: 13+ Some Caution, the rating will go up.
Notes: I know I haven't updated this in ages and well I'm going to try something new here. This is going to be a small multi-chapter crossover with characters from the movie Constantine. Feedback is appreciated. For the record if my regular 30 kisses readers hate this new story I'll be glad to move it out of my Liz/Hellboy collection. I'm just trying to kill two birds with one stone here.
Summary: Just when you think life can't get any weirder then something comes along to prove you wrong.

Things were eerily quiet as she walked down the street. It could only mean that they had caught wind of her purpose. The sounds of her heels clicking against the pavement and her steady breathing were the only audible sounds. Her long black hair glinted in the dim lights of the street lamps as she continued walking. She had to keep going; she couldn't allow herself to feel fear. A breeze began picking up, causing her to pull her overcoat collar around her neck. A sudden chill ran down her spine. Quickly she tucked her hands into her pockets, a feeling of alarm washing over her. She was definitely being followed though her surroundings remained calm and quiet.

Finally she stopped. Slowly she let her eyes roam the area, she noticed the shadows were showing life. The dim streetlights began flickering. Instinctively her fingers rubbed the crucifix dangling about her neck. A habit she had developed to keep herself focused. Bringing the crucifix to her lips, she spoke softly "Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death..."

Lifting her hands up as if she were about to offer herself to God; her hands suddenly burst into brilliant blue flames.

"I shall fear no evil..."

She walked out toward the middle of the road, the shadows converging upon her and engulfing her. "For God is with me!" Complete blackness turned to blue fire as the woman seemingly exploded destroying everything within her radius.

XXX

He had felt the shift in the air and sensed the impending danger. He made a beeline for the darkened area a few blocks up but before he could reach it an explosion went off, shaking the ground beneath him. He was nearly knocked off his feet. If he hadn't known better he would have thought he had landed in hell, but the blue light of the flames in the distance were not something that existed in hell. After a few moments he continued on his way toward the fallout.

The smell of smoke and sulfurous fumes hung heavily in the air as he walked toward the center of the disturbance. He coughed slightly at the smoke that was irritating his newly healed lungs. Once upon a time his lungs could handle that smell but not anymore.

Walking into the center of the blast, he noticed everything in the area, the few building fronts, cars, and street lamps were charred; even the street itself was scorched. What the hell had happened? Did someone use a small pipe bomb? Against demons? He was baffled by what he was seeing. He stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes slowly finding their way toward the core of the explosion. Right in the middle where the scorch marks fanned out, laid an unconscious woman. Although unlike her surroundings she was completely unscathed.

"What the fuck?" he thought dumbstruck.

Cautiously he made his way over to her. She didn't seem to be moving. Kneeling down next to her, he carefully checked her pulse. She was definitely still alive. Judging from the pattern of the char marks it seemed that she had been the one to cause the explosion but the fact that she was alive and completely unharmed didn't make sense. He didn't detect the presence of a demon within her and she wasn't a half-breed. So what the hell could she had done to cause this damage and yet remain unharmed? The sounds of sirens in the distance caught his attention.

"Crap!" he exclaimed, scanning the area over again.

He needed to make a decision and fast. No way did he want to be found in the center of this mess but the woman was a mystery. Obviously she had been attacked and clearly they had underestimated her but why? Against his better judgement, he picked her up into his arms, carefully cradling her to his body and began to walk away from the area.

"Fuck! How do I get myself into these sort of things?" he muttered to himself while looking down at the unconscious woman. He hoped this wouldn't come back to bite him on the ass later.

XXX

She awoke with a start. Heavily panting, her eyes frantically searching her surroundings. Her mind was racing looking at the unfamiliar bedroom. The sun shined through the large window bathing the entire room in light. Slowly she began to remember the shadows and what she had to do to push them back. That still didn't explain her current location though. Her hand instinctively enclosed around her crucifix. They would find her soon if her GPS device was still working.

"Good, you're finally awake," a unfamiliar voice called from the doorway.

She looked in his direction, recognition kindling in her eyes. Just her luck, she had set out to find the infamous John Constantine and he ended up finding her. So much for her big ideas, this wasn't what she had in mind.

"It figures. I was suppose to find you but it seems you found me instead," she sighed heavily, knowing her GPS signal would bring them down upon him soon. This wasn't the way she wanted to approach him.

She noticed him stiffened at her words; knowing what he was about to ask before the words formed on his lips. Her only response was pulling out her badge from her coat pocket and cutting him off at the head.

"Agent Elizabeth Sherman, FBI," she introduced. "We've been keeping close tabs on you John Constantine. I was sent here to locate you and bring you back," she added in a matter-of-fact tone.

Instantly he grimaced, "Shit!" was his reply. His mind had to be swimming with confusion and apprehension. He had helped a total stranger and now that stranger had just revealed herself to be a government agent. Knowing how his type thinks, she knew that it probably wasn't sitting well with him. His follow up question after his initial outburst confirmed that hunch.

"What the fuck would the FBI want with me?" he asked bluntly.

"The Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense are the ones who are interested in you," she admitted. Usually the BPRD operated on total secrecy if the agents had to move around it was under the guise of being solely FBI agents. They weren't exactly lying but they weren't telling the whole truth either. It was a huge risk to speak of the BPRD out in the open but he did save her life and she felt she owed him some type of answers.

Constantine scoffed. "Yeah right and the next thing you'll be telling me is that Hellboy exist!" he exclaimed sarcastically.

She couldn't stop herself from glaring at him. She knew he didn't know any better but that still didn't make her feel any better. He reacted accordingly once he saw her death glare.

"Wait he does exist?" he asked almost incredulously.

That was a question she wasn't willing to answer in the open. Silently she moved off the bed and looked out the window. She could see two familiar black cars drive up. Outwardly she gave nothing away as her hand absentmindedly tinkered with her crucifix. She noticed him staring transfixed at her hand. Her platinum wedding band must have caught his eye. She used that small distraction to slowly move her right hand inside her coat.

"You were bait," he said suddenly, turning to leave the bedroom. The moment he turned his back she grabbed her gun out of her holster and stealthily moved behind him.

She positioned herself right at the same time the front door was busted open by several men in suits wielding guns. She gave him no time to react as she pointed the muzzle of her gun on the back of his neck.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Constantine. You don't have a choice in this matter," Liz said, regretfully. She hated having to deceive him but there simply wasn't any way she could have explained in such a short time.

"Crap, I really stepped into it now," he muttered, placing his hands on the back of his head.

"Liz, you're okay!" Myers exclaimed as she handcuffed Constantine's hands behind his back. "When we lost your signal last night, we were worried. Everyone was looking for you. HB was livid that we didn't protect you better."

She could see the visible relief on Myers' face and offered him a reassuring smile. "Don't worry John, I'll smooth things over with Red as soon as we get back."

"John?" Constantine asked, confused.

"Agent John Myers," he introduced himself. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, John Constantine. It seems both our parents were highly unoriginal when it came to first names," Myers said jokingly in an attempt to lighten the mood.

It seemed to work for a moment Liz noted because Constantine smirked in spite of himself as two other agents grabbed him and led him out of his apartment. The feelings of remorse and guilt she felt watching the scene before her must have shown on her face cause Myers placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"I didn't plan for this to happen but somehow I still feel incredibly dirty for doing this to him," she confessed. "I really was hoping to bring him back of his own accord."

"I know Liz, but when your signal blacked out on us we had no choice to but to come searching for you. We checked all the hospitals in the area before your signal came back up again," Myers explained. "And well you know HB would have came himself if I hadn't volunteered to head the mission myself."

She gave Myers a warm smile. Over the last three years since Professor Broom's death he had become such a calming effect on HB. It was hard to stay mad or sad when he spoke with such warmness...such heart.

"I knew the moment I woke up here that my plans were shot. You guys did the right thing by coming for me I know that. I'm mostly feeling guilt over the fact that he saved my life and I just turned around and arrested him," she sighed.

"He'll get over it. I'm fairly good at winning people like him over," Myers said, half-smirking.

She only laughed in response. If anyone could win John Constantine's trust John Myers was the person to do it. After all he did manage to win her trust as well as HB and Abe's trust and that was saying something.

XXX

The moment they had lost Liz's signal, HB had thought the worst. Only one thing could block the GPS tracking and that was a demon attack. He had almost lost her to hell once; he wasn't willing to lose her again.

He was so angry with himself for letting her go to Los Angeles by herself. What the hell did they need with some Occultist anyway? He could care less if Lucifer wanted that man's soul. So what? Lucifer wanted many souls...in fact he wanted the whole earth, what was so fucking special about John Constantine?

"I think it might have something to do with all the exorcisms that he has performed," Abe interrupted HB's thoughts.

HB silently cursed he hated it when Abe probed his mind. It was damn annoying. "Watch it Abe, I already told you about doing that!" HB menaced.

Abe merely snickered. HB was certain that Abe was giving him the mental eye-roll and that pissed him off even more. He continued pacing the library waiting anxiously for Liz to return. It had been a few hours since Myers had told him that they were bringing Liz back unharmed and John Constantine would be with them.

"If that bastard did anything to her, I'll kill him," HB said under his breath. The thought of that Constantine guy with his hands on Liz made him want to break things. Most notably it made him want to break Constantine's neck.

"Feeling a bit green, are we?" Abe asked lightheartedly, breaking HB's brooding moment.

"What?" HB asked, glaring hard at Abe.

"Jealous?" Abe clarified.

"Jealous of what? Why should I be jealous?" he asked indignantly. Seriously Liz was his wife he felt justified in all of the emotions he was feeling. They were lucky he wasn't tearing things apart at this rate.

"Liz's signal was out for hours and then when she was found, it was in the apartment of Mr. Constantine. It doesn't take a genius to figure out your frame of mind," Abe explained, his voice laced with amusement.

HB was ready snap if Abe didn't quit his needling. Before HB could reply, Manning walked into the library. "They are back. I'm going to have a chat with Mr. Constantine if you want to watch we'll be in interrogation room two." Manning stated flatly, taking a quick smoke of his cigar.

"This should be interesting," Abe stated, eagerly.

HB looked over at Abe suspiciously but shrugged it off. When things were all said and done he much rather Abe going sifting through Constantine's head than his head.

"Hey HB," a welcomed familiar voice called.

All three men turned to see Liz standing in the doorway. HB sighed in relief as he crossed the room, gathered his wife into his arms and kissed her. He could hear Manning and Abe leave quietly and was thankful that they did.

"You okay Sparky?" he asked affectionately.

She hugged him tightly. "Yeah, I'm much better now," she said softly.

"So what happened to you?"

He could feel her sigh into his shoulder before she looked up at him. "I had just finished speaking with Midnite earlier in the evening and decided that I should go to speak to Constantine rather than just flat out arrest him," she explained.

He stiffened at the mere mention of Constantine's name. He gathered she noticed because she slightly pulled away from his embrace, so she could look into his eyes better. She looked exhausted but she was still a beautiful sight to him.

"I didn't make it though, they attacked me on the way," she continued.

He frowned at hearing confirmation that she had indeed been attacked. "By who?"

"It was the demons that hide in the shadows," she said, her voice slightly shaking. "They seemed almost desperate to get rid of me. I had no choice but to use my power but I had to almost level the city block I was on to destroy them."

He hugged her again, soothingly petting her long black hair. He knew she had been having nightmares of attacking shadows for weeks and that the attack itself had probably scared her more than she would ever admit.

"So you blacked out?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.

"Yeah, when I came too I was in Constantine's apartment," she said pulling back to look into his eyes again. "Just so you know he didn't do anything to me. If he had I'm sure he would have found my badge and gun on his own but he didn't have a clue," she said reassuringly.

He looked deeply into Liz's eyes and knew she was telling the truth. He still didn't think too highly of John Constantine but if the man had saved his wife's life then he owed him one. 'You lucked out this time John Constantine,' he thought before hugging Liz again.

TBC