A/N: Ello mates! Once again, I wish to extend my thanks to everyone reading this. It does push me to finish these quicker when I get the email for a story follow or favourite. I started a new job last week so I'm gonna really strive to not let this slip away from me. But I am excited for the DVD release on the 23rd, it will allow a lot more people to see it, hopefully it will get a little more recognition I'm reading articles about how it deserves more love and I couldn't agree more!

Just a few quick little notes:

1)The way I picture Binx is kind of like Julia Roberts as Tink, smaller like the size of your pinkie, I don't picture Julia Roberts though, I'm not sure who I imagine as Binx celebrity wise. IDK if anyone is interested on like a 'movie cast' for the OCs let me know lol.

2) Also, I won't play too much with the miscommunication between Hellboy/Phyrra, so don't be like 'ugh how annoying this is gonna last for like 5 more chapters' it's not.

3) I like to use italics. When italics are used while Binx and Phyrra are speaking, it is to signify they are speaking 'Fae' language, and then obviously I also use italics when doing flashbacks, italics can also be a character's thought, or to emphasize a word in a sentence. So yeah italics can mean a lot of things in this story, but I try to make it as obvious as possible what is what. just in case anyone got confused.

Anyways, words words words, here's the chapter!

Disclaimer: Hellboy belongs to Dark Horse Comics/Mike Mignola, I don't own anything except the AU and my OC's.


Phyrra sat cross-legged on the bed, enraptured as Binx animatedly retold her side of the story: how Phyrra had sent her away during her dealings with Elias, then the shock of the pixie being accosted by some woman on her way back to Phyrra's room. Returning to a wild, bewildered Phyrra acting as if that Hellboy was the only one she wanted around her. Binx used her usual scathing descriptions of how she saw things.

"You were scandalous with him Phyrra! Not at all yourself! I had not seen you like that in many moons! I tried to get him away, but you would not allow it!"

Binx had spent decades protecting Phyrra from the men around: that nasty warlock being the bain of her existence. At least the beast's attention towards Phyrra had not held any contempt or lascivious intentions, Binx couldn't say the same for this demon.

Sure he had strode in and took Phyrra away from the wicked man that had held her friend, and by extension herself, for so many years. But the pixie had the unusual talent of reading things unsaid clearly, and she sensed great darkness in this Hellboy. Perhaps Binx was biased in her opinion, she owed everything to Phyrra. It didn't stop the light that ever emanated from the elven girl.

No creature on earth would ever be worthy of Phyrra, in Binx's eyes at least.

"But...He saved me Binx, saved us."

"Yes, yes what a white knight he is." Phyrra, her mind unwillingly placing a picture of Hellboy in her mind, she felt her face burn.

She was struck with the remembrance that in the last moments before her blankness, she had been in a towel, ready for a bath.

She gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. She was in a robe now. Someone had changed her. Maybe it had been this woman? At Phyrra's urgent question, Binx could only glance away, further proof of what Phyrra feared. "I will concede he was at least a gentleman about it all. Also at least stop you from further harming that human."

"Binx," Phyrra desperate urging in her voice frightening the pixie. "I'm all fuzzy. I cannot remember much. It's all coming in flashes."

"What of our time before…" Binx hesitated, the reminder of her friend's loss of memories stunning her. "What do you remember about your family?"

"Nothing, it's all blank." Binx, normally the fire-cracker, looked more fearful than Phyrra ever seen. Binx choked on her reply. She just couldn't do it. Selfish as it was, Binx had no desire to open the old wounds of Phyrra's past.

"It is not my place Phyrra. You must recall it yourself." Phyrra looked at her friend with great confusion, Binx had the answers but was refusing to give them. It was preposterous.

"Excuse me? Don't be ridiculous Binx! Tell me!" Binx's expression was hearty with gloom. Phyrra was already in a fragile state, Binx did not want to be the one to break her. Maybe in a week, if all goes well. Binx rationalized to herself. On the outside, she smiled with great sadness towards Phyrra.

"I...I simply cannot."

"You are annoying me. Tell me at once!" Phyrra snapped, scooping the minuscule creature up into her hands. Holding her with the intent of not letting go until Binx gave her the justification for this unnecessary behaviour.

Binx decided the conversation was over, dictated by a burst of fire in Phyrra's palms.

Letting her friend go, she scurried away on translucent wings. Figure it out herself? Phyrra was baffled. At the back of her mind, she could hear the Professor talking about the texts regarding all matters of subjects. Well, if she was to be responsible for returning her memories, that seemed to be the best place to start.

"Fine, have it your way Binx. We are taking a trip to that library," Binx returned to her companion, hesitant but firm in her Phyrra's strength to see through this. Goddess knew the elf had spent many lonely nights of hard survival before Binx found her.

Using her internal clock, Phyrra had to have been talking to Binx for an hour or so. She was brought here last night, Hellboy had slept the whole night by her side. Now it was mid-morning.

Phyrra felt herself unthinkingly pondering over him. Perhaps she should go talk to him first? She needed to know what had happened, and what he had seen from her. He disconcerted her in a way Phyrra has never experienced, she hoped his answers to her questions would alleviate that.

"Hey, brought you the clothes. I also ran into someone in the hallway." Phyrra was halted in her determination as Sorah walked in with a hulking human male, dressed in a fine black suit. Phyrra only had to shift her gaze to the awful purple mottling along the male's neck to know who this was. The man she had mauled. Had held in her grasp with intent to hurt, maybe even kill.

"Jason Hurse, ma'am." He was smiling at her with quiet reserve, much too kind of a greeting for what she deserved.

"Call me Phyrra." She felt her eyes sting, she was a monster. An absolute brute. He should be furious with her, too disgusted to even be here.

"It's a pleasure, Phyrra." Jason approached her bedside with ease, completely unafraid of her despite what had occurred between them.

"Words can't describe my guilt. I feel…. Ghastly."

"Don't. Hey, you were strapped onto this gurney in this new environment, you did what you had to do. Trust me this kind of danger comes with this job, and I've been through worse. I fully understand your reaction to that situation."

Phyrra was astonished. This human was unbelievable in his humbleness. There was something Phyrra could obviously do to make up for it.

"You are a gracious man. Please, allow me to heal you." Jason's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but he accepted her request none the less, his curiosity piqued.

"Well, I'm not gonna argue. It would save me trying to explain this to the missus," Hurse said good-naturedly. Both him and Sorah watched in awe as the tattoos on the elf's body began to glow, the patterns floating off her skin onto Jason's. After a few quiet moments, Phyrra removed her hand to Hurse's usual pale toned neck, the injury was gone.

"Phyrra...That was amazing!" The elf shrugged under Sorah's watch. She was used to being praised for her magic, although it had always been Elias. It left a bad taste in her mouth.

"Woah." Hurse stood up and shook his arms. "Weird. I feel like I have so much energy." Taking stock of how his body felt rejuvenated, he glanced at his watch. Cursing at the time, he explained that he was supposed to be meeting with S.W.A.T Team Two right now to discuss the Yeti den findings.

"Thank you Phyrra. I gotta get back to work, but it was great to meet you again, seriously. See you around!" The man bolted out of the room, already late. Sorah and Phyrra regarded each other laughing softly.

"Sorah, would it be possible for me to go to the library?"

"Of course! You're just gonna go to the elevator and hit the button that says 5C. In fact, I'll walk you over there. It gets a little crazy around here at this time."

There was much action happening around her when Sorah loaded Phyrra into the contraption: nurses dressed wounds and speaking with patients or each other. Phyrra thanked whoever was listening that no one seemed to pay her much mind, and as always having Binx by her side gave her strength.

Either they had been warned about her presence, or were still wary of her because of what she did to Jason… She would have to seek forgiveness from them all.

The elevator jerked to a stop. Phyrra looked up at the glowing red '4B'. Not her floor. The door slid open to reveal a young woman who looked in appearance around the same age, she was dressed very casually in a floppy hat and baggy pants. Her placid expression lit up at the surprising sight of Phyrra.

"Hey! Great to see you up and about. Back to normal yeah?" Phyrra was snapped out of her wallowing thoughts by the bright voice. The woman walked into the elevator and went to press the same button Sorah had not three minutes ago. Phyrra remained suspiciously silent, left so by this girl's affectionate greeting.

"Right. Sorry. Forgot you woke up not remembering everyone," The female extended her hand, "Alice, nice to meet ya'."

"This is the girl that stopped me back at Elias's. She reeks of death but is perfectly healthy. Quite a strange thing." Shushing Binx's harsh words, even though the taller girl could not understand the words, Phyrra accepted her hand.

"You are the one that found Binx?"

"Your little glowing friend? Yup, that was me. Hey again."

"She wasn't rough with me, and is quite charming." Binx couldn't stop the humour from entering her voice. If they were to be in contact with these mortals for now, she would try and find her amusement where she can.

"I must go around to you all and apologize for my actions, they are reprehensible."

"Aw, not to worry! All is right as rain, as my mum used to say." Phyrra found herself smiling at the easygoing, playful way Alice held herself.

"Okay, Phyrra. I gave you your chastising, but please try and not beat yourself up too hard old girl." The elf nodded at the pixie. She understood, at this moment she was going through a great change. Phyrra was in a place she didn't have to watch what she said and could make her own decisions. The idea was daunting.

"Is she mad at us for bringing you here or something?"

"Of course not, Binx wants what is best for me," Smiling at Alice, this cordial girl, Phyrra felt the burdens surrounding her ease.

"I believe this is what is best for me at the moment. Would you mind showing me around the library?"

Alice agreed wholeheartedly, even going as far as linking her arm with Phyrra in a show of camaraderie.

The door's dinged open.

Phyrra could do this. Right now she was with good company, people she could trust. She felt she had a purpose, one that didn't involve being someone's pet. And once she recovered fully, she could decide if this 'being a team member' would work out.


A few hours later…..

Hellboy tossed the beer can into the growing pile detected.

He was a stranger to her now. Hellboy wished, no matter how he told himself not to, for the Phyrra he found to come back. She would wake up and once again only want him around.

Absently strumming his guitar, the memory of their time together haunted him: her first waking up, pinning him with her gaze, the choice she made to stay in his arms, mending his wounds, trusting him so explicitly. Now all he could think about was the disdain and fear she emitted as he tried to touch her. He reached for her fucking hand. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

The last couple of hours he spent asking the same mundane question to creature after creature: Where are you from? How were you abducted by Elias? How can we help you find your way home? At least it had made it so his mind was occupied. Now in the comfort of his room, he had nothing else but to wallow in his misery.

He knew she was one of the good ones. He was glad to find out her reactions had been some sort of animalistic sense of survival she had turned to.

Hellboy, during one of his breaks, had snuck into the security rooms, finding the feed of Phyrra's room. He found the logs in which his father spoke with her. He knew he was being a coward, a worm. His finger hovered over the play button. Father had told him nothing but perfunctory information when he stopped by after talking with Phyrra: She was another prisoner of Elias's and seemed to be suffering from amnesia.

Hellboy wanted to hear it from her.

In the end, fate had answered the dilemma for him. Ben arrived on the scene, having been told where the cambion had slipped away; Hellboy whipped around with guilt like a teenage boy caught playing with himself. Ben was holding two sandwiches from the mess hall, wearing a smug grin.

"There you are, come on Hellboy." The Major threw the wrapped one at Hellboy, forcing him to catch it. "I even asked them to cut the crust off for you."

There was also the matter of Hurse.

On their way back, Hellboy heard his name being called. Turning around, he was met with the running form of Hurse, the man wasn't winded when he reached them.

"Hey Hellboy, I just wanted to tell you. I met Phyrra, again." Happily, he displayed his neck sans bruise. Hellboy knew he wasn't doing it with any malice, just wanted to be a man showing goodwill. Hellboy knew Hurse to be happily married for 15 years. It didn't stop the envy at the idea of Phyrra just healing anyone willy-nilly.

He knew first hand the penetrating, all-consuming feeling when she used her ability.

"No hard feelings, she's a real sweet kid."

"Shit." Hellboy realized he was playing the chords to 'More Than Words' and stopped immediately. He had to get a hold of himself for Christ's sake.

So he agreed with the fact she didn't attack intentionally, obviously he knew he couldn't be with enamoured with an evil being, Nimue crushed that idea. He did want her back to that way incidentally if only to not have to be so foolish around her. He was getting very frustrated with the conflicted feelings surrounding her. He wasn't a 'dealing with feelings' kinda guy. He needed to go out, do some target practice, get into some trouble.

Maybe start a fight.

Hellboy stood up too fast, letting out a slurred 'Woah!' before balancing himself sloppily on his dresser. That was the first time he had risen in 30 minutes, those beers were hitting him.

Clumsy as shit, Hellboy stumbled about his room, until the telltale sound of light knocking reached him. Who the fuck was bothering him right now? It was the middle of the fucking night.

Hellboy lumbered over to the door, retching it open. A curse ready on his tongue.

It was Phyrra. Looking at him expectantly. Sorah had found her clothes, Hellboy thought with belated recognition. She was dressed in a black t-shirt depicting the B.P.R.D logo, and sweatpants. It was quite a different sight from the robes that bundled her, or the slight towel she was draped in when he first saw her..

He was way too drunk for this.

What he wanted to say was, "Hey Phyrra. What brings you out here at this late hour?" Instead, what he got out was:

"Oh."

Phyrra was taken aback by the stilted greeting, but only for a moment. It was quite a late hour, she cleared her throat and pressed on.

"Hello again, I could not stop thinking. At least not until I came to make amends." Phyrra felt strangely nervous around him, sweat collected at the back of her neck but she felt chilled anyways.

After spending the last while in the library with Alice, finding comfort in the woman's help and presence, Phyrra had found nothing to jog her memory. Phyrra could see the way Alice was struggling to keep her eyes open, she made the decision to call it a night, thanking the woman for her company and asking where Hellboy was. She was met with a wide grin from Alice with prompt directions to his room before she flounced away in a girlish manner betraying her age.

Phyrra liked the B.P.R.D. It wasn't hard to find these lodgings much more satisfactory than under Elias's care, but it wasn't just that. There was life in the B.P.R.D, agents and various government workers passing her in the hallway with kind looks, sometimes a 'Hello," Phyrra wasn't used to most interactions, especially with mortals. They were quite an interesting kind of people. Her new friend's Sorah and Alice moulding her opinion.

She thought about all this on the way to Hellboy's domain, now that she was here. Her tongue was undoubtedly tied in knots, she wanted an answer from him, but forcing herself to look up to continue eye contact, she was thoroughly intimidated.

"Thank you is not sufficient to extend my gratitude. I am forever indebted to you for-"

"Stop!" Both of them flinched at his sudden loud interruption.

"Sorry, I mean, you don't need to do all this." Hellboy scratched the back of his neck, bumbling the whole thing rather expertly. "I was just doing my job."

"Okay, but still. I was told of the way I…. Behaved towards everyone here, and how you were there to stop me. That still requires my recognition."

Fuck, she was so beautiful. There was no doubt about it, he couldn't feel shame for thinking something so evident. She was like one of those paintings he saw the time werewolves got loose in the Met.

During the midst of the fight, Hellboy had stopped, strangely drawn to a specific one hung on the wall. Hellboy wasn't some fine art connoisseur, that kind of frou-frou shit was more dad's style, but he had to admit this was kinda cool. It was a young girl, tangled in what looked to him to be bandages or rope or something. The background had been dark colours made to look like some sort of forest. She was fighting against the binds, hands curled into fists and muscles flexed in tension, her face displaying the strain it was to break free.

She was a cutie, by 17th century standards, but it was her eyes that caught him most of all. They were a curious sort of calm as if she knew without a doubt that eventually, she would succeed in her struggle. He could have stood there analyzing that painting the whole night. If he hadn't of been tackled away from it by some smelly dog.

That girl in the painting reminded him of Phyrra. Many layers made her up. Fierce and wild at times, vulnerable and distant at others. This elf girl was an enigma. One that was currently looking at him with confusion.

He hadn't said anything in response to her.

He had just been staring down at her like a creep.

"Well, goodnight then..." Phyrra scurried away from the entrance to his bedroom; well that did not go the way she wanted it to. She would first apologize, he would accept and she would get the chance to ask him what happened while they were alone.

Now away in her thoughts, she couldn't just blame her own blundering. What had greeted her at his door had halted her, something was off about Hellboy. What was once full of nervous energy, was sloth-like and bumbling. He could barely get his words out.

No matter, she had cleared her conscience and now could leave him alone. He obviously didn't care nor desire her apology.

Whatever happened between them could be completely forgotten about. Reliving what had just transpired on repeat as she escaped, Phyrra knew that was an utter lie.

Hellboy watched stunned as she walked away.

"Night…..Hey, wait!" Hellboy took a step through the threshold, only to step on the tail-end of his jacket, spilling himself to the floor in quite a hilarious spectacular if anyone were around to witness it.

"Shit."