Crazy - Fic for Bump in the Night Verse
Characters: one_woman_rave, righthanddoom, mentions of tardisthomas
Fandom: Dresden Files Bookverse, Hellboy
Setting: Bump in the Night Verse
Rating/Warnings: Language
Word Count: 1700
Prompt: Crazy
Author’s Notes: Troll Market, anyone? Unbetaed. I am so lazy. Also, I'm righthanddoom mun so I think I have her OK to use him ;)
Spoilers: None. Red’s not THAT stupid. Well...unless you count telling Molly something shocking.
Harry had dashed off the moment his phone started to blare the theme from Star Wars, leaving Molly there alone in Hellboy’s room, surrounded by more cats than she thought could live in a single space.
The little gray striped one was making a game of tugging on her black and white striped bootlaces when Molly heard the stomping footsteps. The cat paid no attention to the footsteps as Molly started to shake with worry.
“He- hello?” She called out, almost afraid to look up. Harry had warned her not to look at Hellboy’s horns or the tail, but how could she not? Molly was going to stare and she was going to freak out. This was like meeting Iron Man or something!
The footsteps paused and Molly caught the curious smell of cigar smoke and dry roasted peanuts in the air. “‘sup, Rainbow Bright?” A thundering voice asked. That was enough to make Molly scowl as she looked up, of course, at the sanded down horns on Hellboy’s forehead. “Rainbow Bright was blond, at least call me Jem or something!” The young wizard snapped at the demon, completely unafraid suddenly. You do not insult the hair.
The smoke from his cigar curled around Red’s face as he looked down at her. Normally someone staring so intently at his horns would get a punch in the mouth, but Molly had an attribute that prevented her from feeling that wrath.
She had breasts. And nice ones at that. Not that Red was noticing or anything. Faith would kick his ass. “Ya know how ta drive?” The demons asked when she stopped not looking at her chest.
“Um...yeah. Why?” Molly asked like it was some sort of trick question. “Code Red, and I ain’t got time to wait fer the Cap’ to come be my wingman. Need a driver, pronto.” He nodded to the set of keys hanging near his door.
Soon, Molly found herself parking Red’s giant sized Hummer outside a large meat packing building. She winced and gave the big red guy a look. “What are we doing here?” She asked sounding absolutely flabbergasted.
“Information.” The demon said simple, loading the last of the explosive rounds into the Good Samaritan. Molly’s eyes widened even more at the sight of the hand canon. It was bigger than her head. Hell, it was bigger than his head. “What do you need that for?” She gasped as the demon jumped from passenger side. He didn’t answer the question. “Wait here.” He instructed with a point of his stone finger before ducking into the warehouse full of beef and pork.
Molly, of course, did not wait there. She huffed an annoyed sigh and fidgeting in the drivers seat for a few moments. She’d managed to get all the way to Brooklyn without a single deviation from the highway. How could she, there was nothing to distract her. She was too freaked out to not be focused on something normal.
The young wizard reached up to the visor of the hummer, flipping it down so a badge landed in her lap. Bright metal letters proclaimed B.P.R.D. The wizard’s apprentice grinned before she cast a veil over herself and headed into the warehouse. Molly easily convinced the guard at the entrance to the Troll Market she belonged in there. The magic and the badge were enough.
She made her way down the steps, still veiled. Avoiding the plethora of creatures wasn’t easy. Suddenly, there was until a loud crash came from the far side of the square. Every single being in the place rushed down to see what was happening, including Molly.
She wiggled her way through the crowd, still under the cover of her magic. Another crash and cloud of dust assaulted her ears, which was saying something given that the veil deadened her senses. Molly peered over a little gray thing with eight legs and a bald head to see Hellboy laying in a pile of busted brick and his own blood after the dust settled.
Molly winced at the pain Red was in as a hulking centaur came clomping from the alley, a smug grin on his face. “I told you, demon. I will not betray my own kind.” The horse-man said as he walked closer to Red.
Hellboy just lay there, unmoving. Molly shook her head, fear of the worst in her mind. He was dead. One of the greatest comic book heroes to ever live...was dead.
Or so he wanted everyone to think. Red’s tail lashed out the moment the centaurs leg was close enough. The red appendage slithered out, roping it’s way around the centaur’s leg. Red used his entire body weight to pull his opponent to the floor. The shake on impact made several of the smaller creatures watching the fight lose footing and topple to their bottoms.
Red rose to his knees, then his feet, aiming his massive weapon at the centaurs head. “I ain’t askin’ ya again.” The demon said as he glared down at his adversary. He was so focused on the fallen creature before him that Red didn’t notice the second beast come up behind him, a club raised and ready to bash Hellboy’s head in.
But Molly did. She froze in a panic as the monsters around her washed in awe, each of them ready to cheer for the impending bloodbath. Only Molly seemed to care about Red, and only Molly did anything to stop it.
“HELLBOY, LOOK OUT!” She dropped her veil and screamed just in time for the demon to turn his head. The club missed and came hammering down onto his stone hand. Red’s tail released the first centaur, who quickly got to his feet ready to help his partner take down the BPRD’s strong man once and for all.
No one did anything, they all just watched as Red took on both foes, shouting at Molly all the while.
“What are ya doin’, kid!?” He roared before pulling of the centaurs tails. It caused the creature to flip on its back for a moment, but only a moment before it righted itself again. “Get back to the truck!” Red hollered at Molly.
“But...” Molly protested, wondering if she could help. Should she help. The young wizard winced as Hellboy took a club upside the head. “SCRAM!” He ordered. “Yer just distractin’ me and I gotta distract them!” Red shouted before he threw another punch at one centaur, then the other.
Instead of retreating as instructed, Molly moved forward, down the steps to the main floor of the Troll Market. No one noticed her, and if they did, they didn’t care. What was a little human going to do, anyway?
Molly paused a moment, watching one of her favorites little people’s ‘Uncle Red’ get smashed and bashed. She felt so helpless, so useless. She could feel the blows hammering down on Hellboy, and if they felt to him anything like they felt to her, he wasn’t to last much longer.
Harry Dresden’s apprentice whimpered and looked away. She was either going to save his life or kill him by doing this...though the latter option was looking probable anyway. Molly closed her eyes, envisioned every source of light in the Troll Market coming to her, then stuck out her hand like she’d seen Harry do a dozen times before. She spit out some Latin, or at least she thought it was Latin, a second before the room exploded with blinding white light.
The silver emergency blanket didn’t do anything to keep her warm. Molly had just expended what felt like a lifetimes worth of energy. She wanted nothing more than to sleep but these stupid Black Suits kept asking her stupid questions. After answering for the dozenth time, they allowed Molly to climb into the back of the waiting garbage truck where Hellboy was laid out, tubes and electronics hooked up to him. Molly jumped back out, fearful she’d short out the machines and kill Red right after she’d saved him.
The demon chuckled, then winced as the laughter pained him. “Wizard proof. Gotta love that pixie girl.” He growled softly as he waved the girl closer to him. Molly took a few cautious steps forward and sat down on the floor to the left of Hellboy.
“I’m sorry.” She said softly, avoiding the demons eyes for more reasons than fear of a soul gaze.
“Fer what!?” Red cracked, wincing again at the pain any form of smiling gave him.
“For not listening! For nearly getting you killed! For...” Red reached up his left hand and covered up her mouth before she could say anything more. “Ya stupid or somethin’, kid? Ya saved me. Goose would’a been cooked you didn’t follow me in there.” His fingers started to go limp as he spoke. Red was exhausted, and with good reason.
“Yeah?” A little smile graced Molly’s face. “Well. You were amazing. This afternoon I didn’t even think you were real and now I’ve seen you fight and...wow...Jack’s kid was right. You are so cool!” Molly gushed.
Red quirked a non-existent eyebrow at the girl. It took enormous effort to even keep his eyes open “Jack’s...kid?” He asked before he started to doze off. “Yer the babysitter?” He snorted and laughed and Molly simply nodded.
Red’s eyes stayed closed, an amused smirk on his lips before he mutters. “How’s it feel ta be watching the kid who grows up the guy yer datin’?” He asked as if Molly was already fully aware of the unique similarities between Thomas and....Thomas.
Molly’s jaw hit her chest, and she threw herself forward to ask Red to repeat what he just said. “Hellboy!” She demanded loudly as she grabbed for his shirt. “What did you just...?”
Her question was cut off by the demon’s sudden snoring. He was gone, passed out so hard not even an explosion could wake him.
“Red?” Molly whimpered as what he’d said processed in her mind. Molly let go of his shirt, falling back down on the floor in a heap as the demon’s snores filled the back of the truck. Sure Thomas was common name but...how the hell was that even possible? She couldn’t go to Chicago but he was here...and...here, at the same time? Why didn’t he tell her? Why didn’t Jack or Harry or someone say a single word? Why didn’t ANYONE tell her?
“Holy shit.” Molly hissed as she wrapped the silver blanket around herself, shivering for a whole new reason. This was just crazy. It was just unbelievable. It just...just...
It just wasn’t fair.
Fandom: Dresden Files Bookverse, Hellboy
Setting: Bump in the Night Verse
Rating/Warnings: Language
Word Count: 1700
Prompt: Crazy
Author’s Notes: Troll Market, anyone? Unbetaed. I am so lazy. Also, I'm righthanddoom mun so I think I have her OK to use him ;)
Spoilers: None. Red’s not THAT stupid. Well...unless you count telling Molly something shocking.
Harry had dashed off the moment his phone started to blare the theme from Star Wars, leaving Molly there alone in Hellboy’s room, surrounded by more cats than she thought could live in a single space.
The little gray striped one was making a game of tugging on her black and white striped bootlaces when Molly heard the stomping footsteps. The cat paid no attention to the footsteps as Molly started to shake with worry.
“He- hello?” She called out, almost afraid to look up. Harry had warned her not to look at Hellboy’s horns or the tail, but how could she not? Molly was going to stare and she was going to freak out. This was like meeting Iron Man or something!
The footsteps paused and Molly caught the curious smell of cigar smoke and dry roasted peanuts in the air. “‘sup, Rainbow Bright?” A thundering voice asked. That was enough to make Molly scowl as she looked up, of course, at the sanded down horns on Hellboy’s forehead. “Rainbow Bright was blond, at least call me Jem or something!” The young wizard snapped at the demon, completely unafraid suddenly. You do not insult the hair.
The smoke from his cigar curled around Red’s face as he looked down at her. Normally someone staring so intently at his horns would get a punch in the mouth, but Molly had an attribute that prevented her from feeling that wrath.
She had breasts. And nice ones at that. Not that Red was noticing or anything. Faith would kick his ass. “Ya know how ta drive?” The demons asked when she stopped not looking at her chest.
“Um...yeah. Why?” Molly asked like it was some sort of trick question. “Code Red, and I ain’t got time to wait fer the Cap’ to come be my wingman. Need a driver, pronto.” He nodded to the set of keys hanging near his door.
Soon, Molly found herself parking Red’s giant sized Hummer outside a large meat packing building. She winced and gave the big red guy a look. “What are we doing here?” She asked sounding absolutely flabbergasted.
“Information.” The demon said simple, loading the last of the explosive rounds into the Good Samaritan. Molly’s eyes widened even more at the sight of the hand canon. It was bigger than her head. Hell, it was bigger than his head. “What do you need that for?” She gasped as the demon jumped from passenger side. He didn’t answer the question. “Wait here.” He instructed with a point of his stone finger before ducking into the warehouse full of beef and pork.
Molly, of course, did not wait there. She huffed an annoyed sigh and fidgeting in the drivers seat for a few moments. She’d managed to get all the way to Brooklyn without a single deviation from the highway. How could she, there was nothing to distract her. She was too freaked out to not be focused on something normal.
The young wizard reached up to the visor of the hummer, flipping it down so a badge landed in her lap. Bright metal letters proclaimed B.P.R.D. The wizard’s apprentice grinned before she cast a veil over herself and headed into the warehouse. Molly easily convinced the guard at the entrance to the Troll Market she belonged in there. The magic and the badge were enough.
She made her way down the steps, still veiled. Avoiding the plethora of creatures wasn’t easy. Suddenly, there was until a loud crash came from the far side of the square. Every single being in the place rushed down to see what was happening, including Molly.
She wiggled her way through the crowd, still under the cover of her magic. Another crash and cloud of dust assaulted her ears, which was saying something given that the veil deadened her senses. Molly peered over a little gray thing with eight legs and a bald head to see Hellboy laying in a pile of busted brick and his own blood after the dust settled.
Molly winced at the pain Red was in as a hulking centaur came clomping from the alley, a smug grin on his face. “I told you, demon. I will not betray my own kind.” The horse-man said as he walked closer to Red.
Hellboy just lay there, unmoving. Molly shook her head, fear of the worst in her mind. He was dead. One of the greatest comic book heroes to ever live...was dead.
Or so he wanted everyone to think. Red’s tail lashed out the moment the centaurs leg was close enough. The red appendage slithered out, roping it’s way around the centaur’s leg. Red used his entire body weight to pull his opponent to the floor. The shake on impact made several of the smaller creatures watching the fight lose footing and topple to their bottoms.
Red rose to his knees, then his feet, aiming his massive weapon at the centaurs head. “I ain’t askin’ ya again.” The demon said as he glared down at his adversary. He was so focused on the fallen creature before him that Red didn’t notice the second beast come up behind him, a club raised and ready to bash Hellboy’s head in.
But Molly did. She froze in a panic as the monsters around her washed in awe, each of them ready to cheer for the impending bloodbath. Only Molly seemed to care about Red, and only Molly did anything to stop it.
“HELLBOY, LOOK OUT!” She dropped her veil and screamed just in time for the demon to turn his head. The club missed and came hammering down onto his stone hand. Red’s tail released the first centaur, who quickly got to his feet ready to help his partner take down the BPRD’s strong man once and for all.
No one did anything, they all just watched as Red took on both foes, shouting at Molly all the while.
“What are ya doin’, kid!?” He roared before pulling of the centaurs tails. It caused the creature to flip on its back for a moment, but only a moment before it righted itself again. “Get back to the truck!” Red hollered at Molly.
“But...” Molly protested, wondering if she could help. Should she help. The young wizard winced as Hellboy took a club upside the head. “SCRAM!” He ordered. “Yer just distractin’ me and I gotta distract them!” Red shouted before he threw another punch at one centaur, then the other.
Instead of retreating as instructed, Molly moved forward, down the steps to the main floor of the Troll Market. No one noticed her, and if they did, they didn’t care. What was a little human going to do, anyway?
Molly paused a moment, watching one of her favorites little people’s ‘Uncle Red’ get smashed and bashed. She felt so helpless, so useless. She could feel the blows hammering down on Hellboy, and if they felt to him anything like they felt to her, he wasn’t to last much longer.
Harry Dresden’s apprentice whimpered and looked away. She was either going to save his life or kill him by doing this...though the latter option was looking probable anyway. Molly closed her eyes, envisioned every source of light in the Troll Market coming to her, then stuck out her hand like she’d seen Harry do a dozen times before. She spit out some Latin, or at least she thought it was Latin, a second before the room exploded with blinding white light.
The silver emergency blanket didn’t do anything to keep her warm. Molly had just expended what felt like a lifetimes worth of energy. She wanted nothing more than to sleep but these stupid Black Suits kept asking her stupid questions. After answering for the dozenth time, they allowed Molly to climb into the back of the waiting garbage truck where Hellboy was laid out, tubes and electronics hooked up to him. Molly jumped back out, fearful she’d short out the machines and kill Red right after she’d saved him.
The demon chuckled, then winced as the laughter pained him. “Wizard proof. Gotta love that pixie girl.” He growled softly as he waved the girl closer to him. Molly took a few cautious steps forward and sat down on the floor to the left of Hellboy.
“I’m sorry.” She said softly, avoiding the demons eyes for more reasons than fear of a soul gaze.
“Fer what!?” Red cracked, wincing again at the pain any form of smiling gave him.
“For not listening! For nearly getting you killed! For...” Red reached up his left hand and covered up her mouth before she could say anything more. “Ya stupid or somethin’, kid? Ya saved me. Goose would’a been cooked you didn’t follow me in there.” His fingers started to go limp as he spoke. Red was exhausted, and with good reason.
“Yeah?” A little smile graced Molly’s face. “Well. You were amazing. This afternoon I didn’t even think you were real and now I’ve seen you fight and...wow...Jack’s kid was right. You are so cool!” Molly gushed.
Red quirked a non-existent eyebrow at the girl. It took enormous effort to even keep his eyes open “Jack’s...kid?” He asked before he started to doze off. “Yer the babysitter?” He snorted and laughed and Molly simply nodded.
Red’s eyes stayed closed, an amused smirk on his lips before he mutters. “How’s it feel ta be watching the kid who grows up the guy yer datin’?” He asked as if Molly was already fully aware of the unique similarities between Thomas and....Thomas.
Molly’s jaw hit her chest, and she threw herself forward to ask Red to repeat what he just said. “Hellboy!” She demanded loudly as she grabbed for his shirt. “What did you just...?”
Her question was cut off by the demon’s sudden snoring. He was gone, passed out so hard not even an explosion could wake him.
“Red?” Molly whimpered as what he’d said processed in her mind. Molly let go of his shirt, falling back down on the floor in a heap as the demon’s snores filled the back of the truck. Sure Thomas was common name but...how the hell was that even possible? She couldn’t go to Chicago but he was here...and...here, at the same time? Why didn’t he tell her? Why didn’t Jack or Harry or someone say a single word? Why didn’t ANYONE tell her?
“Holy shit.” Molly hissed as she wrapped the silver blanket around herself, shivering for a whole new reason. This was just crazy. It was just unbelievable. It just...just...
It just wasn’t fair.