Title: Cooking Lessons
Author: Ariyana
Pairing: Hellboy/Elizabeth Sherman
Fandom: Hellboy
Theme: #18 "say ahh..."
Disclaimer: Hellboy is owned by Mike Mignola, Dark Horse comics and a whole bunch of entities that ain't me.
Rating: [13+] Some Caution
Word Count: 545
Notes: This is some time after movie as a matter of fact all the pieces will be in the Hellboy Movieverse instead of the Comicverse. My brain is stalled on my little multi-chapter so I decided to release this one-shot instead. It also contains interaction with an original character.
Summary: Hellboy wants to make a special dinner for Liz but one small problem he doesn't know how to cook.

HB didn't normally visit the kitchen since all his meals were brought to him but today was different he wanted to do something special for Liz and his anniversary. What could have been better than a romantic dinner for two which he cooked himself? Okay so he kind of sucked at cooking but Myers and Torres had agreed to help him. Of course it turned out Myers wasn't any better at cooking and Torres wasn't too happy with either of them.

"Oh you two are hopeless! How would you survive if you didn't live here?" Torres asked frustrated.

"Take out!" was the unison answer she received.

She sighed heavily, while grasping her head. "Men," she huffed in a low voice.

"Oh come on Torres, lighten up. I kill monsters for a living. I can't even leave this place unless I'm chaperoned or I sneak out," HB said defensively.

"Is that suppose to be an excuse? You mean to tell me in the time that you have lived here you haven't wanted to actually learn any practical skills?" she inquired.

"Nope not really."

Miranda muttered a few choice curse words under her breath before pushing up her sleeves. "You own me one," she said, turning back to preparing table.

"I know, I know," HB answered sheepishly. "Torres, you're a lifesaver."

"Save the butt kissing and let's get to work. We have a lot of food to prepare and not whole lot of time to get it done," she replied. Pointing the guys in the direction of the things she needed to help HB make his romantic dinner for Liz.

HB promised himself that he would learn how to cook because he didn't think Miranda would be willing to help him or Myers anymore after this. A couple of hours later Miranda had left Hellboy to make the dessert while she worked on the main dish along with Myers' help. HB gave himself a pat on the back as he pulled a tray with the three chocolate cream pies he made out of the oven.

"How do they look?" he asked, placing them onto the cooling racks.

"They look good," Miranda replied, looking at his success. "Once they cool you'll have taste one to make sure they as good as they look," she added with a laugh.

HB just shrugged, hot stuff didn't bother him. He cut a small piece from one of the pies and gave it a try. "It taste fine to me, here try it Myers," HB said shoving a fork with a piece of the pie at him. "Say ahh..."

Miranda giggled as Myers eyed the piece cautiously. "Go ahead John, what's the worst it can do?"

That remark earned her a glare as he opened his mouth to try to the dessert. He chewed for a few seconds before giving them a slight shrug. "It taste fine. I'm sure Liz will love it."

"Good work he is still alive. So let's finish up with our main course since the dessert and salads are done," Miranda said, getting back to her task at hand.

"Maybe next year I'll just order our dinner from Liz's favorite Restaurant," HB whispered to Myers.

The younger man chuckled and lightly elbowed Hellboy before heading back to work.