I was sitting next to Trever in one of two black sedan cars as we drove to the hospital Liz was in.
"He needs to stop going this." Trever said next to me.
"He's in love. Nothing can stop him from going back to her every chance he gets." I told him as we pulled into the grounds. A dozen agents climbed out of the vehicles as well as Trever and myself. Clay started towards Red, but Meyers stopped him.
"Sir, may I go first?" Myers asked Trever.
"Not so fast. He barely knows him –" Clay told us.
"Then he should make it his business to change that." Trever told Clay, cutting him off. We watched as Red stood up and Myers tentatively approached him. They talked for a moment before Red fell to his knees causing Clay, Quarry, Moss and me to run to help him.
"You okay, Red?" I asked him worriedly.
"C'mon, champ. You look a little woozy, there." Clary told him.
"This - ? This is nothing. You know what'll kill me?" Red asked us before pointing at the doorway. "Her." I followed his gaze to see Liz standing at the door as the agents helped him to the vehicles before she eventually going inside.
"Who's that?" Myers asked me.
"Liz." I said before following the others inside the cars.
In the depths of the B.P.R.D infirmary, Red lied flat on a stainless steel table. Trever and I sat alongside him as Abe peered through a magnifier at Red's wounded arm.
"You were burned by some organic acid." Abe told him.
"I'm lucky that way." Red told him and I smacked his arm lightly.
"Will you be serious right now?" I asked him as Abe used a scalpel to probe the gash making Red grunt.
"Sorry mom." He said not looking at me.
"Son. About Rasputin –" Trever started telling him, but Red cut him off.
"Don't worry. I'll get him soon enough –"
"Listen to me." Trever told him. "This time is different. There's more at stake than ever before."
"How hard can it be? I punched the crap out of that thing that he sent - ouch!" Red said.
"I worry about you." Trever said.
"Me? C'mon –" Red told him before Trever continued to speak.
"Well, I won't be around forever, you know?" Trever reminded him.
"Oh, stop that –" Red told him before grimacing in pain. "Damn! Be careful, there –"
"Red, your father is trying to speak with you." I said but Abe cut him off from anything he was going to say.
"Red. How long was it latched onto you?" Abe asked him.
"I dunno, maybe five seconds - ow!" Red told him.
"You want me to hold him down?" Myers asked Abe.
"That's right, Stud, hold me down." Red snickered.
"Professor, Rose…" Trever and I moved to Abe's side of the table and looking into the depths of Red's wound.
"Don't look! Turn around." Trever said sharply to Red.
"Is it bad?" Red asked.
"Do as you're told." I told him before looking back into the wound. Inside, nestled like ticks, were three translucent eggs. Abe plucked the first one out making Red jump before depositing it in a glass container.
"Touched you five seconds. Laid three eggs." Abe said.
"Didn't even buy me a drink." Red said sarcastically as Abe started an analysis before taking out the other two. Once it was done the computer beeped and on a monitor was an enlarged color image of one of the throbbing eggs.
"The eggs are very sensitive to heat and light. They need a humid, dark environment to breed." Abe told us. He picked up an egg with a pair of tweezers and passed it to Red, who was now sporting a bandage on his arm.
"Down there. Did you ever loose track of him?" Myers asked Red.
"Well, let's see - there was that moment, when I had a train on top of my head –" Red said and Trever frowned worried.
"We can't risk it: You'll go back to the tracks tomorrow with a group of agents, search the area, top to bottom." Trever ordered leaving the room.
"Come on guys. Time to get some shut eye." I told them and we all left the infirmary. I walked to Trever's office and sat in one of the chair watching as he chose new books for Abe.
"Maybe we should tell Red about you being sick." I offered.
"No." he said.
"Wouldn't it be better if he knew?" I asked him.
"It's my decision Rose." He told me and I sighed.
"Trever…" I stopped talking when we heard the door open and turned to see Myers walking towards us.
"Sir, I don't think you picked the right man for this position." He told us.
"Why's that?" I asked him standing and taking the books from Trever and placing them on their stands.
"I don't know." He said. "I'm in way over my head, I know that much."
"You're doing fine." Trever told him as I placed the last book on the stand before looking to Abe, who was sitting in the shadows near the door.
"No, I'm not. He respects Clay. Not me. I don't know why you chose me, Sir. But I'm not qualified." Myers told us discouraged before heading for the door once more.
"I'm dying Agent Myers." Trever told him quietly and Myers turned to him shocked. "And as a father, I worry about him. In medieval stories, Agent Myers, there's often a young knight, inexperienced but pure of heart..."
"Oh, please. I'm not "pure of heart."" Myers told us.
"Yes, you are." Abe corrected him.
"What I ask from you is - Have the courage to stand by his side after I'm gone. Help him find himself. Who he must be. He was born a Demon... You will help him become a man." Trever told him.
"Come with me, Myers." I said going for the door. "I'll show you the kitchen." He followed me in silence for a while before speaking to me.
"Is he really…?" he started asking me but I interrupted him.
"Yes. The doctors and tarot cards confirmed it." I told him.
"Tarot cards?" he asked me skeptically.
"Yes. The deck he's used for years was enchanted by a witch and is accurate in everything it sees." I told him. "In fact that's one of the reasons you got the job."
"Really?" he asked me.
"Trever consults the tarot in almost everything he decides that's important to him. Especially Red." I told him opening the door to the kitchen. "Most the food in here is specifically for Red. Almost everyone eats in the cafeteria at the other end of the hall. Sometimes Red even joins us before going back and eating more in his room. But that was mostly when Liz was here."
"Liz?" he asked me.
"Elizabeth Sherman. A human with the power to control fire." I told him.
"How's that possible?" he asked.
"We don't know. It's possible she has an Elemental ancestor and the power had been passed down from generation to generation until it manifested in Liz, but we don't know a certain answer." I told him before heading out of the kitchen. "I'm headed to bed. I'll see you in the morning."
The next morning we had gotten word that Liz had burnt down a wing in the hospital she'd put herself into.
"How many buildings does she have to burn?" Red asked Trever glaring down at him. "She belongs here!"
"That's not how she feels. She may never feel it." Trever told him. "It's her choice. "She's human."
"Oh, as opposed to - ?" Red asked him already knowing the answer.
"As opposed to what we are." I told him honestly. Red turned his glare at me before stomping over to a mirror and using a hand-held belt sander to savagely shave his horns making sparks fly.
"Mmmh - "Pamcakes." We're going out –" Red started saying.
"Professor, that girl you were talking about –" Myers started saying drawing my attention to him.
"Hey. You: think twice –" Red warned him.
"I think I can help - Talk to her - I can bring her back." He told us making Red chuckle.
"What landed you this job, pushing "pamcakes"? Punctuality? What was your area of expertise?" Red asked him sarcastically. Myers murmured the answer looking at the pancakes he was putting on one of the tables. "What was that?"
"Hostage negotiations." Myers told him. Red's face lit up at the answer.