Part II: My baby left me!

Chapter: The Name of the Rose

Margot lay on Kat's couch and tried to read a book she had picked out from Kat's bookshelf. It was one of her favorites, "The Name of the Rose", but even if she had read it a dozen times before, she found it hard to concentrate right now. She kept thinking about last night, and about her life in general.

What the fuck was she doing here, really?

She knew she had barely done anything worth of mentioning for BPRD on these few weeks she'd been here. Wiping dust of the old books in Professor Brooms library, or turning pages for Abe, didn't really count.

And Margot knew Kat was getting a bit annoyed by her too. It was obvious that she preferred to spend her time with HB now that they were happily-ever-after again, and that left Margot a bit of a third wheel - which in turn made Kat feel guilty. Kat's mind wasn't the easiest to read (for there wasn't that much normal human DNA in her), but Margot had caught this much.

The last thing Margot wanted, was for Kat to feel bad for her - or because of her. She wanted for Kat to be happy, after all - there was no doubt that she loved Kat a way more, than she loved herself.

You shouldn't have stayed. You're making everyone's life a mess.

But just then there was a loud 'bamf' and the room filled with blueish smoke.

"Jesus, Kat!" Margot cursed, sitting up. "Couldn't you knock?"

"Kinda hard to knock when you're teleporting." The blue woman shrugged. "Besides, this is my room."

Margot eyed Kat from head to toe. Her hair was dripping wet, and she was only wearing a towel around her otherwise naked form.

"Wanna tell me why you're naked?"

"Because I left all my clothes at Red's place. They must be burned, by the way."

"Eww." Margot made a face. "I'm not sure I want to know."

"Oh, you do, believe me. But let me get dressed first."

"Fine." Margot sat down on the couch, and was just about to pick up her book again, as she heard Kat's voice from the bedroom.

"And get the Tequila - we're both going to need a drink!"

A few minutes later both girls were sitting on the sofa, the bottle and a few glasses waiting for them on the nearby table.

"Would you believe, I almost got ravished by Clay today?" Kat started, taking her glass.

"What, no way!" Margot exclaimed.

"Why? Don't you think I'm attractive enough for him to make a move on me?" Kat seemed almost hurt.

"It's not about that. Clay might be dumb, but he's not dumb enough to try and hit on HB's girlfriend."

Kat shrugged. "Alright, don't believe me then, but it's true. And agents Martel and Kaye went running after me after I had passed them on the hallway. Kaye asked me out for dinner, and followed me all the way to Red's room. And by the looks he was giving me, a dinner wasn't what he really had in mind."

"That can't be. He's happily married, right? I thought he just had a kid, too."

"Yes. And still, all I'm telling you is true."

Margot was silent for a few heartbeats - yeah, she knew instinctively Kat wasn't lying. She picked up her glass, and emptied it with one gulp, for she had a feeling she wasn't going to like where this conversation was heading to.

"Why would they all act that way, Kat?" she asked. "What are you not telling me?"

"Well… Professor Broom asked me to go through Botox' stuff today, to see if there was still something we should check on, and then get rid of the rest. And I found this perfume-"

"A perfume?"

"Yeah. And I tried it on." Kat looked ashamed. "I mean, the bottle was really pretty. It had little flowers on it."

Margot gave her a stare that would've scared the pants off a lesser being.

"You tried on a perfume that was left behind by a wicked witch priestess, who tried to kill your boyfriend?"

"I know, I know! It was stupid alright, but that's not the point! The point is that-"

"-that Botox had a perfume that turned men into mindless sex beasts." Margot whispered.

It was like all blood left her head. Suddenly she felt like suffocating, her head was spinning and it was like Kat's voice echoed from somewhere far, far away.

"Yeah. Even the ones who actually have a good character."

Margot blinked a few times, and took a deep breath. She grabbed on her tequila glass, to stop her hands from shaking.

"What did you say?" she breathed.

"That even the one's who are good people, fell for her spell. For that it was, Margot. The perfume is some kind of a love spell, or lust spell to be more accurate. And if I'd have to guess it was spiced with human sexual pheromones."

Margot poured herself another Tequila shot, and gulped it down.

A love spell. That bitch had put a love spell on her boyfriend!

"I did. Say no to her, several times." Myers' voice echoed in Margot's head, and twisted her heart, making her wince. There was something in her throat, tears burning in the corner of her eyes, and it was almost more than she could take.

"Margot?" Kat asked. "Are you alright?"

A third glass of Tequila, burning on her lips, and all the way down. It took that much, for her not to fall apart right now.

"No, I'm in fucking pieces." she exhaled. "And I need to get the Hell away from here."

She grabbed the bottle and got to her shaking feet.

"Where are you going?" Kat asked.

"Out." was all Margot could answer, as she opened the door and rushed off the room.

Two hours later:

Myers looked up from his laptop - someone had knocked on the door. It was late already, past 9 pm, and he wasn't expecting anyone. But as always - it could be work.

He walked to the door, and opened it.

"We need to talk." said Margot, leaning heavily on the doorframe, holding a half empty tequila bottle on her other hand, having apparent difficulties talking and standing up at the same time.

"You're drunk." Myers said.

"Well spot." Margot stammered, as she entered the room. "But you were always the smart one. And the hot one. Damn, John. Were you always that pretty?"

Myers didn't quite know what to say to that, but he felt his cheeks blushing, as he ran his fingers through his hair. He observed, as Margot wobbled towards the kitchen and placed her bottle on the table, after taking a gulp. She leaned her hands on the countertop, on a way that made Myers think she'd fall down if she didn't. She was obviously extremely drunk, more so than Myers had ever seen her (though he had heard from Hellboy that Margot and Kat had led quite a life in Brussels). But still… having her here, even if it was in this state, was enough to make his heart race.

She was so damn pretty - her red hair, an undisciplined cloud around her pale face, called for him, to bury his fingers in it. Her small mouth, her rosy cheeks, the look on her forest green eyes made him feel slightly out of breath, and he had to push his hands into his pockets, not to go and touch her. It didn't help a bit, that he noticed all too well that Margot wasn't wearing bra under her dark blue tank top, the shape of her breasts and hardened nipples clearly visible through the fabric.

Myers forced himself to look back to her eyes, though he knew Margot could easily read his mind if she wished to.

"You wanted to talk?" he asked, his voice slightly hoarse in his throat.

"Umm, yeah... Tequila?" Margot raised the bottle.

"No thanks, I'm fine."

"Ah. More for me, then." she shrugged, and took a long swig. "Though, gotta say it's not working at all."

"It seems to be working just fine, if your goal was to get wasted."

"Yeah, that it does." Margot. "But it really doesn't help shit with the pain."

Oh. So that's what this is about.

Myers walked slowly closer, and took a seat on a barstool. Margot was standing quite close to him now, close enough for him to feel her scent of roses, cinnamon and alcohol - and it made his heart ache.

"Why don't you tell me about it?" he said quietly.

"What do you want me to say, John? You want me to talk about the fact, that during these past few months the first thing in my mind every fucking morning, has been to put a gun to my mouth and pull the trigger?" Margot's voice was thin, stretched and haunted. "That I haven't been able to sleep or eat or do anything, for I hate you so much! I hate you, Thad, for breaking my heart, but I hate myself more for being stupid, stupid enough to fall in love-"

She stopped mid sentence, shaking her head as if annoyed with herself, and then grabbed the bottle again. Slowly she raised it to her lips, once more, her hand shaking slightly, her eyes fixed on the wall. It was as if she'd forgotten all about Myers' presence, as if she was talking to herself more than to him.

"Don't say that." Myers breathed. "That you were stupid. Because it isn't true. I was the stupid one, for messing up the best thing I ever had."

"It doesn't matter now." Margot said, turning her gaze to him. "Don't you see? It doesn't matter! But I can't let go of this!"

There was suddenly so much pain in her voice, so much agony, that it took his breath away.

"What do you mean, it doesn't matter?" He asked. "What is it, that you wanted to talk about?"

"That none of it was your fault!" Margot exhaled. "You bastard! I hated you for nothing, all this time, for nothing!"

"But it was my fault. I did cheat on you, no matter how much I wish I hadn't." Myers said, more than a bit puzzled.

"Christ, can you just stop saying that?" Margot grimaced. "I don't want to hear anything, not anymore! I didn't want to hear Kat and her stupid witchcraft Botox stuff, I don't want to hear you, I don't want to hear my own fucking thoughts - I just want this all to go away, and I have no one to go to. No one, but you, John."

Her words left him speechless.

No matter, that he didn't understand half of it, about botox or witchcraft, but he did understand her point. And it was, that she needed him. That he was the only one she could think of, to come and share her pain, and that was all it took for him to forget every mean word she had spat to his face during these past weeks.

He got up from the barstool, stood up to face her.

"Margot, I-"

"Shut up, and kiss me."

But before he had time to do a thing, she had already thrown herself to his arms, and kissed him.

Christ, it felt so good! Her lips tasted of Tequila and roses, her tongue of salt and lust, and it took Myers' breath away. Her tiny form was shivering, she pressed her small breasts tight against his chest, and Myers couldn't help it - feeling her near, to be able to wrap his arms around her body, made a hot need flash through his core. Feeling her mind on his was even better than he had remembered. It was a deep ocean of secrets, and he felt being pulled under the surface, losing himself and finding her. Feeling one with her, with her need that made both of them shiver.

"I want you to fuck me John." Margot moaned into his mouth and mind.

"Christ, Margot-"

"I need you to fuck me so that it hurts." she broke the kiss to look him deep in the eye. "Can you do that for me?"

Oh damn, she was even more drunk than he had realized. He could hardly read her thoughts, even if they were touching, for they were nothing but a foggy mess of pain, misery and lust. She leaned heavily on him, her hands were in his hair, and yeah, he wanted her like never before, but he knew she was a way too drunk.

But still he was unable to stop kissing her. He let his lips open her mouth, his tongue to find hers, and a hot need burst into his veins, when she succumbed to his desire.

"Make this pain to go away." she sent to him. "Please, John. I need it."

He knew what she meant. That he should hurt her - to physically hurt her, so that she couldn't feel her broken heart anymore. And he knew, there was no way he could ever do that.

Determinedly he broke the kiss, placed his hands on her shoulders, looking her deep in the eye.

"Come on, don't ask that." he exhaled, slightly out of breath. "You know I can't-"

"But I need it." her thoughts were a plea in his mind. "I need you to hurt me, for I've hurt you. You should be hitting my face, you should be throwing me to the wall, John. You should fuck me so that I fucking bleed."

Okay, she was this drunk.

Myers let go of her shoulders, breaking their contact. His heart was racing in his chest, he felt his cheeks burning, and by God, he wanted her so much that it was agonizing - but he was not the guy who took advantage of a horridly drunk girl.

"Okay, Margot. Let's calm down a bit, shall we?" he said. "What if I make you a cup of coffee, and-"

"Oh, you ass! Don't try to patronize me!" Margot breathed through her teeth.

"I'm not. But you told me we needed to talk, and I'm still waiting for that to happen."

"I don't want to talk. I want to forget, I want to-"

"Yeah, I know what you want, but you see-"

And just then Margot's knees went limp and she fell to the kitchen floor.

"Oh, fuck." she cursed, and tried to get onto her feet, but didn't succeed. "I can't find my legs, John... I mean, I know they're here, but they feel like damn spaghetti."

"Hey, let me help you." Myers knelt by her side, and gave her a hand, but she just took it, and pulled it to her chest, his palm to her small breast, to feel her hardened nipple. Myers had to bite his lip, to suppress his groan.

"I missed you." Margot breathed, her eyes closing now. "I missed your hands on my skin."

"Yeah, okay. Time to get you to bed." Myers stated, gently pulling his hand away from her grasp. Easily he scooped her into his arms, for she weighed close to nothing, and her form was tiny and slender against his chest.

"To bed?" she muttered drowsily. "So you can fuck me 'til I cry?"

"Um, no. Not tonight, not until you're sober."

"Ugh. I hate you!"

"I know you do."

"Just do it, John, please... I need it so bad." She forced her eyes open again, but her words melted together. "Or, don't you want me anymore?"

"Ah, of course I do, you know it." It was the truth, and he could hardly deny it. "Tomorrow, okay?"

"You promise?"

"Yeah, I promise."

He laid her down on his bed, placing her head gently on the pillow, and then reached for a blanket to tuck her in. She seemed so tiny, he noticed it now better than ever, now that she lay on the bed, all vulnerable and soft, all her anger and demands forgotten. There was something almost innocent in her now, something childlike, and it made his heart ache. He wanted nothing more than to protect her - to Hell with all his other responsibilities, his work and his emails. They could all wait until the end of the world, for all he cared.

He just sat there for a while, silently, holding his hand on her shoulder. She had closed her eyes, but her breathing was still fast, shallow and uneven, and he knew she was awake.

"The room is spinning, Thad." she wailed after a while. "I don't feel so good."

"You gonna throw up?

A moment of silence.

"Umm, don't think so."

"Just tell me if you do, okay?"

"Okay." she breathed. "I'm sorry."

"It's gonna be fine." he reassured her, gently caressing her shoulder. "Just try to sleep now."

"But I'm falling, John."

"I'm not gonna let you fall. I'm right here."

Another small silence, a bit longer this time.

"Will you stay with me?"

Myers couldn't help it - he felt her words in his heart, in every cell of his body, and he knew he was hers. He'd guard her sleep til the end of his days, if she only let him.

"I promise. I'll stay here all night, to make sure you're fine. I'll take care of you."

"I love you. I love you so much."

"Sleep now." Myers felt his voice get stuck in his throat. "You'll feel better in the morning."

But she opened her eyes, one more time, taking a look at his face. There were a few tears running on her cheek, and without even thinking about it, Myers reached to wipe them away.

"There was blood on your face." she whispered, her voice all drowsy. "I saw blood on your face... and I wanted to kiss it off."

"In the pyramid?" he asked, and she made a small nod, closing her eyes again.

"Yeah…. got new scars?"

"Some. Hope you don't mind them."

But she was already asleep, her breathing now steady and deep, the small muscles of her face relaxing.

For a long time Myers sat on the bed, resting his hand on her shoulder, just watching her sleep.