Power of Love

Summary: A twist to Hellboy 2. When Nuada asks if anyone challenges him, his sister steps up to claim her own right. Unable to fight his sister, Nuada gives up his crown and his right and Nuala takes the chance to save her brother.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hellboy, this is just for fun.

WARNINGS!

A/R (Duh)
Twincest (Sorry Abe fans)
OCs will be present

Power of love

"I'm going in to town before the cold sets in!" Cara called from the door, the twins had been with her for nearly a week and still they had no cloths of their own.

"Alright, we will not stray far," Nuala called back from the couch, curled up in a pair of fuzzy socks, tank top and pants, loaned from her hostess.

"I'll pick you two up some cloths!" Cara called out again,

"Much appreciated!" Nuada called from the kitchen as he inspected and apple, he was in an old sweater and some well-loved sweats but he would like to be in something that fit properly and perhaps had a little more detailing and grace to it.

"Be good!" Cara called from the door and Nuala waved aimlessly as she pulled a book from the side table and started reading. Nuada studied his sister from where he stood, watching her intently before he strode over. Gracefully he hopped over the back of the couch and landed lightly on the cushions and sat there watching her while eating his apple.

"Have you turned in to a puppy, brother?" Nuala asked, her eyes never leaving the book as Nuada sat right up and gawked at her, "Always in need of attention."

"That was a rather low blow coming from you sister," Nuada said and unfolded his legs, looking ready to pounce. Nuala looked up from over her book, her eyes narrowing as a playful smile spread over her face. The moment was frozen as the twins watched one another, Nuala looking relaxed and lazy while Nuada was poised to attack. The moment broke when Nuada lunged forward to only get a hard cover book in his face for his efforts making both twins twinge at the sudden pain, but was soon replaced by laughter as Nuada began to tickle his sister.

Nuala shrieked and struggled, although her brother was equally as ticklish as she was and he was the one attacking and being affected and laughing just as hard he would not give up.

"Yield!" Nuala choked on her giggles, trying to curl up on herself to stop her brother's attacks, "Yield, I say, release me!" Nuada let his sister up, both snickering softly, even as Nuala smacked her brother in the chest.

Both calmed down, Nuala leaning in to her brother as he leaned back against the couch, sighing softly as his sister went back to reading.

"Poetry?" Nuada asked and Nuala hummed in a positive note, "Why?"

"I like it," Nuala answered simply, "Not all humans are as destructive as you think, some are incredibly creative and artistic and some share our beliefs in the old ways, and many are trying to save the world from the death that it plaguing it."

"You have become strange to me sister," Nuada muttered as his fingers ran down her arm and then came to an abrupt stop as it came across a scar. Nuada felt the touch on his own arm, the scar that lay there had been of his own doing. Nuada stood and Nuala watched as he headed for a nearby window and looked out in to the chilled daylight.

"Nuada?" Nuala blinked slowly and put her book down, following after him, her hands pressed on to his shoulders and she felt every taught muscle grow tight and still, "Nuada, I do not blame you."

"You should," Nuada spoke as he pictures every scar, every mark on his body, he knew them so well and could name every accident, every sword and who wielded them, every way he had earned the wounds and marks. He had been proud of some, they proved he could out wield many and proved he could survive just about anything. He then saw every mark, every scar and every wound inflicted on his sister, oh what a fool he had been, how could he have forgotten his beloved sister in those moments of rage and blood thirst?

"Nuada," Nuala said softly and turned her brother so they faced one another, "To blame a warrior for being in a war is like blaming a bird for being in the sky because it can fly. This is something that comes naturally to you, this is your gift, your nature, I will not blame you for your wounds, because they are not your fault, I will not blame you for my wounds for the same reason, although I can also say I have added to the collection over the years myself." Nuala reached up and brushed hair from her brother's temple, a light scar ran across the hairline barely noticeable if you didn't know where to look. Nuada smiled and leaned in to the touch, kissing the inside of his sister's wrist.

"How did this happen?" Nuada asked as he found the twin mark upon his sister's temple, light and delicate as the soft laughter that escaped his sister's lip.

"I tripped, on those stairs," she motioned to the stairs towards the loft, "It was Yule and the house had been in celebration and I will admit I had consumed far too little food and far too much wine, and perhaps you had too because the effects came all too quickly."

"I had barely one brandy before I felt any effects," Nuada countered and Nuala laughed and leaned in to him, her arms lazily circling his shoulders.

"Either way, I was trying to make it to my bed, but I had made it only half way up the stairs before I lost my footing and fell upon them. Cara tended to my wounded head and allowed me to sleep in her bed that night. I woke with a head ache far greater than it should have been, but all healed well and no one knows of the story of my mishap but Cara and now you," Nuala smiled and Nuada chuckled, amused that his sister had become drunk enough to fall down a set of stairs. He remembered that evening, feeling a sharp pain that woke him from his own alcohol induced coma and found himself bleeding, still drunk he had thought nothing of it and cleaned himself up, it wasn't until morning that he realized it was his sister who had been wounded. Nuada had been furious, but not feeling any negative emotions coming from the connection, in fact he felt warmth and safety, he realized his sister had just hurt herself and was in no need of his aid.

"I will have to remember to get you drunk again, most for my own amusement, I have never seen you in such a state," Nuada spoke, his arms wrapped comfortably around his sister's back. Nuala smiled, not many knew that she was a mischievous thing, impish to the point of dangerous, sweet and kind yes, but far from naive.

"Well, if I were to become drunk, one must remember that you would be a close second," She said and Nuada laughed, truly and deeply and it made Nuala smile brightly. "You haven't laughed like that since we were children." Nuada smiled, a soft flush coloring his face as he looked down at his sister, he didn't know why but here in this place, with her, made him relax. He had no worries here, no responsibilities, in fact the only thing he worried about was in his arms and she was smiling that radiant smile of hers.

"You are my everything," He whispered, meaning for those words to only be within his own mind but something pulled them to his lips. Nuala only smiled and ran her fingers through his hair, leaning in to him and taking a breath of his scent, the smell of thick spices and herbs filled her nose, calming her.

Nuada ran his fingers through her hair, pulling gently and letting it tangle around his wrist, twisting the ends along the tips of each finger. Moments like these he was unsure whose emotions he felt, his own or his sister's, being so close physically it was hard to simply distinguish who was feeling what. His heart beat had picked up in his chest, shaking his ribs, as his breathing came out a little faster.

"Nuada?" Nuala's voice was soft and sweet and they pulled away from one another and stared, their eyes locked as they seemed to share their very breath. They could feel the heat boiling in their blood, the pace of their hearts racing against their ribs, their very breath felt hot against their faces.

Nuada couldn't breathe and Nuala's mind had become a blur of raw feeling as they stared at one another, unable to move from their stare down.

"I…" Nuala started "A bath, I'm going for a bath," She pulled herself free and rushed to the bathroom where she closed the door and leaned against the wood, catching her breath.

Nuada stood there, wide eyes and confused as he stared at the door before he leaned against the wall, the back of his head resting against the window pane. What had just happened? Confused and conflicted he headed for the room he shared with his sister. The room was small, with a large bed taking up most of the room, a wardrobe against the wall and end tables on either side of the bed. One large window over looked the forest outside and spilled light in to the room. Nuada sat on the bed cross legged and looked out to the grey sky, winter would soon be upon them, cold and unyielding.

Just how he felt in that moment. Nuala had been scared, he hadn't felt it but he saw it and it froze him to the core. Why would she fear him so? The past week he had been completely tame, a kitten compared to what he usually was. Nuada, completely out of character, groaned in absolute annoyance and flopped down on his back. He wasn't cut out for this, he was a warrior! He should be fighting, he should be out there doing something, anything, the domestic life was not something for him. Cara had said he could train in the open here though, to work with his sword and spear to his heart content. He wasn't satisfied with that thought though, a warrior needed a battle, a fight, or at least a sparring partner, Wink had provided that for him. Feeling even more cold and annoyed with his sudden domestication, Nuada stood and grabbed his spear from the wall before heading outside.

Nuala sighed as she soaked in the tub, the warm water did its job and calmed her. For centuries her father had tried to shield her from her brother, to hide her heart from him. The link would never break of course, not without a great deal of magic and sacrifice, something she was not willing to do. She sighed and dunked her head under the water, watching her hair dance about the surface for a moment before sitting up again. She loved her brother, dearly, and they were meant to be, but from their separation and the few weeks before, Nuala sighed, she wasn't scared of her brother, she was scared of herself, her heart so willingly forgot the gentle Abraham and bled for Nuada. Nuala leaned back against the tub with an annoyed huff, it wasn't like she fell head over heels for Abraham, it was a small infatuation, a school girl crush because they shared such similar views and adorations. She couldn't help but feel a little flushed when around him.

She thought of her brother then, strong, courageous, and a fool at times but always with good intentions, although his last endeavor had been quite the doozy. She frowned as she thought about it, she hadn't been at all happy about being used as bait, she had threatened to stab herself too and spat enough venom laden comments at her brother she thought he would do it for her. When he had crowned himself though she knew what drove him to this point, fear, he was scared, scared for their race, their way of life, their very being. Nuada was terrified, the old ways and the people of the earth were fading and she was ready to do so, but Nuada held some hope that they would come back, that their people would find a way to claw their way back in to the world.

A sudden tickle caught her by surprise and she shook her hand and took a look at it, there was no wound but the sensation was familiar. Rushing out of the bath Nuala dressed and headed outside.

Nuada was in the field, training, his spear was in hand and he was spinning about with the grace that only their people could pull off so easily. The tickling had been from when the spear had lengthened from its original form, but why was Nuada out here in the freezing cold, bare foot, and training?

"Nuada!" Nuala called but her brother ignored her, "Brother!" Again he didn't answer. Nuala grew scared, she could feel the anger building in her chest, anger that was not hers and Nuada's steps became more fierce and his eyes ablaze with that killer intent she knew far too well. Nuala rushed forwards, keeping her distance until the right moment where she grabbed him from behind and held him, her arms around his chest and her face buried in his back, "Nuada stop, please."

"Nuala?" Nuada froze as he felt his sister's arms around him, her nose nuzzled between his shoulders and a warmth began to soak through the cloth of his shirt. Nuada felt it trickling down his face, tears as pure as spring water fell readily from his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. Nuada touched them, shocked by the suddenness of them, and then heard his sister sob. Nuada dropped the spear and turned in his sister's embrace, cupping her face and looked down and her glassy, tear ridden eyes met his own and she choked.

"Please don't do this again," She pleaded, "I can't, not again, I can't cope with it all again, please," She begged and crushed herself in to him, clinging to him as she pressed her face against his chest. Nuada wrapped his arms around her body, "When you left it hurt, brother, I was hurt and then the emotions, the anger and the hate, it burned you, it killed something inside you and I can't let it happen again, please brother, please, no more, I beg you."

"I can't promise such things Nuala," Nuada spoke and Nuala went very still in his arms but he tightened his hold, "But for you, sister, I'll try." Nuala pulled away and looked up at him, her eyes brightened and she wiped the tears away sloppily with her sweater sleeve before leaning in to him once again. Nuada sighed and ran his fingers through her hair, "On one condition."

"What's that?" Nuala muttered, her voice still full of emotion,

"You stop running from me," Nuada muttered and Nuala smiled and looked up at him, her arms reaching around his neck and pulling him down so they were nose to nose,

"For you brother," She whispered softly, "Anything."

AN: You thought they were going to kiss didn't you? MUAHAHA! *Nextchaptermaybe*