Title: Tranquil
Author/Artist: Ariyana
Pairing: Hellboy/Elizabeth Sherman
Fandom: Hellboy
Theme: #29 sounds of waves
Disclaimer: Hellboy is owned by Mike Mignola, Dark Horse comics and a whole bunch of entities that unfortunately ain't me.
Rating: [13+] Some Caution
Genre: Introspective
Word Count: 349
Notes: This is set after the movie as a matter of fact all the pieces will be in the Hellboy Movie-verse instead of the Comic-verse.
Summary: Some things are priceless.

 

Liz sat quietly reading her book in the library, the whooshing sounds of Abe's tank was the only thing piercing the silence. It was one of the most soothing things that she could do. Not only did she get to spend quiet time with Abe, but also she just felt closer to Professor Broom's spirit any time she was in his former sanctuary.

Some times HB or John would join her and Abe for a round of quiet time and Liz had to admit they felt like a family. The BPRD was not just a job, it was a second home to some and the only home for others. Manning had literally lighten up after his brush with death, he treated Abe and Hellboy with respect. She was treated like any normal agent in spite of her abilities with fire. Things were good, she just really wished that Professor Broom could have been around to see it. Abe had told her that Professor Broom had been dying of cancer and that they would have lost him anyway. It saddened her but she knew he was watching over them.

She looked up from her book and gazed at Abe's tank, thoughts of the ocean crossed her mind. Sandy beaches, the sound of waves, fresh sea breezes kissing her face were something that she had not gotten to experience.

"Ah yes the ocean that would be most pleasant," Abe spoke interrupting Liz's musings.

"Am I thinking that loud?"

"Well yes, even so the ocean would be pleasant. Although I don't think Red would like it much."

"No, he probably wouldn't but I like water. It's one of the things I don't have to worry about destroying," Liz admitted.

During her therapy sessions oceans, lakes and rivers had been the things she thought of to keep her powers under control. Water was relaxing but fire was home. The home she finally embraced. If she never got to experience the sensations of the ocean that was fine by her, after all the love of a good man like HB was priceless in comparison.