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Title: Only One Fourth Ma'am
Rating: Teen, PG-13
Summary: In 1975, a couple that wanted a child did something drastic. The child has grown with no knowledge, but Prof. Broom has watched, and waited. Now, he brings him in. First movie with a bit of AU mixed in.
ANs: I got this done a couple of days ago. Although I'm still tweaking. I need to explain the demon connection.

 

 

There was a sense. It was new and he hated it. It was small, in the back of his head. Hellboy looked over to the opening door to see Clay walking in with a cart and a newbie.

 

It had to be the newbie. Clay never gave him a reaction like that. He couldn't see anything with the kid that would incite that type of response. No obvious signs of demon possession or monster in his blood. Looked human enough.

 

“Who's the squirt?”

 

“Agent Myers is your new liaison.”

 

Something told him to reject. It was unfamiliar. His brain was telling him to keep him away from the job, keep him safe. He pushed it down, fast. “I don't want him.” He waited a minute before adding something to make it seem as if he was annoyed. “What, did you get tired of me, Clay?”

 

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He could feel him before the gun shots. It was the new sense, rather than usually newbie fear smell that he had over Sammy. He didn't like it, threw him off a bit. “What do you think you're doing?” he yelled.

 

“Helping you. I...”

 

“Nobody helps me!” Now that sense was telling him he had hurt him. Damn, why the hell do I care? He has the kid load of the gun and gave him the little present that the hound left. He ran after Sammy and John followed him.

 

Trouble, hurt. He wanted to ignore the sense, but it became stronger and he forced himself to turn around. John was crouched in the middle of the road, cradling his left arm. He walked, not giving in to the instinct to run over. He got pissed that the person behind the wheel wasn't stopping. “Red means stop!” he yelled, slamming his right hand down on the hood and flipping the car over both their heads. He turns to see him still huddled, covering his head. “You alright?” John nodded. “Stay here.”

 

One problem down, and that little nagging at the back of his head shut up.

 

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John tested his arm and noticed that it wasn't broken, but he couldn't tell how bad it was. He still didn't move it while he made it back to the sidewalk, wary of the people that offered to help. He waited around the area for Hellboy. His com went off and he held the mic in his hand; the clip had broken. “Hey Myers,” Red called. He interrupted his stammering to ask, “How's your arm?”

 

“My arm's fine. Where are you?”

 

“I just fried Stinky. Listen, tell Father I'll be home, but he shouldn't wait up.”

 

“Wait, I gotta go with you.”

 

“Myers.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Get Abe to check out that arm. Bye,” he ended, turning off the tracker. John sighed while walking back to the library.

 

They were inside the library when he walked back. A few of the guys groaned when they didn't see him with Red. He bypassed them to walk inside. Professor Broom noticed him walking up.

 

“Hello, sir,” John mildly greeted. “I need to talk to Abe.”

 

“Why?” Broom asked.

 

“Red said get Abe to check out my arm. I, uh, got hit by a vehicle. Sideswipe.”

 

Broom looked inquisitive at this. “What exactly happened, Agent Myers?”

 

“Hellboy was chasing Sammael, and he had gotten across the traffic. I was heading after him when I got clipped. Another car was coming and I didn't move. Hellboy stepped in front of me and smashed the hood of the car. It flew over us. He continued after that.”

 

“Did you call out for help?”

 

“No, don't think so.”

 

“Then how did he know you were in danger?” he inquired to no one, “Abe is in the truck.” He walked to the group of vehicles without an answer. John didn't know what he was asking and decided to go and just ask Abe to check his arm.

 

“Ah, John, I see that Red will not be joining us for the ride.”

 

“Yeah. Could you look at my arm for me?”

 

Abe nodded and placed a hand. “Bruised, surprising for the amount of damaged that you took, but then not surprising considering...” he left it unfinished.

 

“Not surprising considering what?”

 

“I'm afraid that the Professor will want to tell you himself.”

 

“Myers, get out here. We need to get Red,” a voice yelled.

 

“Thanks, Abe.” He walked out.