Angel shot up in the bed, startling the cats. She looked around in the large unfamiliar room. The last thing she had remembered was being smacked by a strange form. In her apartment.

Where the fuck am I?

She took stock of what she saw. She noted she was in a large bed (probably King size…maybe Californian), in one corner there was a small set of exercise equipment, and cats milling about through the room. The cats were all different breed and color. She had to wonder who owned that many cats. A noise caught her attention.

She turned toward the sound and spotted the cracked open doorway. From her vantage point, she could see the mirror. She assumed it had to be the bathroom. As she watched, Hellboy stepped in front of it with a grinding tool in his hand. He brought it up and began using it on his horns.

He shaves his horns?

That thought distracted her. But the distraction didn't last long once her eyes met Hellboy's. The grinder stopped. The way her anger rose surprised her. It rose so fast and hard she almost couldn't think. She whipped the blankets off her in a wide arc. Hellboy set down the grinder. She stood up from the bed. Hellboy turned and opened the door wider. Wearing only his pants, he stepped out of the bathroom as Angel stormed towards him.

"How dare you?!" She seemed to scream at him. She raised her fists, ready to hit him.

He met her in the middle and grabbed her hands, careful to avoid the cursed bracelet. She pounded on him, tears filling up and pouring down her cheeks. She sobbed as she swore at him. He couldn't believe she knew these colorful words. He let her smack her anger out at him, but after a moment he pulled her towards him. His regular hand held onto one hand as his other wrapped around her back. Her legs gave out and he followed her to the floor as he held her.

"Why did you leave me?" She sobbed against his broad shoulders.

They both kneeled on the floor. He pulled her closer, his mouth next to her ear.

"Shh…it's okay."

She gave one last pitiful pound on his chest, and he rubbed her back and rocked her as she cried everything out. He murmured words to help her calm down. It didn't take long for her sobs to dwindle to sniffles. She leaned back. Hellboy looked at her, caressing the tears off her cheeks. Her eyes were red.

"You okay?" Hellboy asked.

She let out a laugh.

"No. I'm not okay. Nothing is okay," she replied. "I don't know what happened with you last night and then…"

She shuddered in fear. He rubbed her back one more time.

"I'm sorry," Hellboy said. "I didn't-"

She pushed at him, separating them. Hellboy leaned back on his thick legs. Angel shuffled onto her bottom. They were still close but there was a distance between them.

"Didn't what? Didn't want to hurt me? But you did."

Hellboy sighed and looked down. "I know. I'm sorry. I'm an idiot. I didn't want you to end up like Liz."

She touched his arm, "But the point is, I'm not Liz. I get why you didn't want to tell me whatever it was but all it did was just push me away. You hurt me."

He flipped her hand into his and squeezed it. She understood his wordless gesture. She sighed. She shocked him by pulling his hand and giving him a hug. At first, he didn't do anything, but then he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed gently. They stayed that way for a moment. But then Angel realized that he was shirtless. She blushed. She pushed on his shoulders, and they pulled apart.

Hellboy spied the red, flushed cheeks and wondered why she was blushing. He followed her eyesight and realized with a grin.

"Have you never seen a shirtless man?" He teased.

She blushed even deeper and looked away. He laughed softly at her but stood up to grab a shirt. Angel stood up, not even looking at him. He pulled on a black shirt and turned back.

He smiled at her, "Better?"

She looked at him without a word. His member twinged as he watched her eyes seem to graze him, up and down. He hoped she hadn't seen him twitch beneath his pants. She looked back up and met his eyes. He gave her a grin and she blushed.

She shifted, "Is there any way I can shower?"

He walked up to her in close proximity. He nodded; his grin still plastered on his face.

"Yeah," he gestured towards the bathroom. "Shower's in there. I'll get you a towel. You can borrow my clothes."

"Thanks," Angel sighed.

He turned back to his dresser and pulled out a shirt and sweatpants. He turned back to her and handed them off. She pulled them tightly against her chest.

"While you're in there, I'll go get us some breakfast. I gotta talk to my boss and maybe I can get someone to get your clothes."

For a moment, a flash of fear passed through in her eyes. "You're not leaving me here alone?"

His heart clenched as he heard the fearful tone in her voice. He stepped up to her and grabbed her hand.

"No. I can wait if you want," Hellboy said.

She nodded.

"Come on, I'll show you the shower," He pulled her by her hand and led her to the bathroom. She followed behind.

They entered the bathroom. Hellboy flicked on the fan for her. He pulled two towels from a small closet and set it on the toilet. He figured she'd need the second one for her long hair. He slid open the glass shower door. He heard her voice.

"What happened to the wall?"

If he could get any redder, he would have blushed.

He shrugged, "I was frustrated."

He turned to her. She gave him a small smile.

"Shower's yours."

"Thanks," she murmured.

He passed her, his tail lightly grazing her leg. He stepped out and shut the door behind him. He could hear the shower running and his imagination flared. He could almost see her undress in his mind's eye. He swallowed as his member rose. He shook off the image. The door clanged shut. He needed to distract himself. He pulled out his phone from his pocket. He dialed the number for the kitchen to order breakfast. He wanted some pamcakes. But first he had to ask if Angel liked those.

He rapped on the door and opened it. Angel didn't hear him. He stuck his head in, intending to keep his eyes on the floor. But his eyes landed on the mirror. The reflection of Angel shown in the glass. He could see her back. He watched as the water flowed down. There were two small dark shadows in her shoulder blades. She turned and he quickly closed the door.

Shit.