Disclaimer: I do not own or have rights to any thing Hellboy, He is the property of the brilliant Mike Mignola. The only character I have sole custody over is Cat, whom is a figment of my twisted imagination.

There is nothing like a good fight to get the blood pumping threw my veins, or more accurately out of them. At the moment Hellboy, yes the big red monkey, is taking all the glory in fighting a demon with a bad attitude. Hellboy didn't want me to come with him today, but I didn't give him any choice in the matter. Being a red head and a bitch really is my best quality with dealing with the B.P.R.D. and Hellboy for that matter. At the moment I am content to let Red beat the crap out of the demon, I am more for the guns and knives in the dark approach personally. But stealth just isn't Red's style so I just sit back and watch the show until a new Nasty decides to come out and play.

The air whooshes behind me and I have time to get out my gun but not to aim. Something heavy with too many arms slams into my back with the takes me down to the stagnate dirt. I struggle against the heavy ,grasping stink of decayed flesh and bone. I feel claws drag threw the flesh of my back and I scream long and loud. I hear Red yell something at me but cant understand it. The gun in my hand is now pressed into the writhing creature above me and I pull the trigger. Blood and thicker things fall like a putrid rain as my home made ammo goes to work on the creature who is now screaming in a high pitched squeal. Shoving my way out from under the thing I end its sounds with a well placed bullet to the head, in like a penny out like a pizza.

Ahh, now I can rest or lay still and try and breath, or just lay still and not breath 'cause damn it hurts. Hellboy knows that I am down for the count and seems just a bit more pissy than usual. Yes, I am expecting a big 'I told you so' after this, I hate it when he's right. Hellboy dispatches the demon with a bit of a messy end of being torn apart, crude but effective and signature Hellboy.

Hellboy leans over me looking pissed and takes way the gun I don't realize that I'm still holding (just good survival tactics on both our parts). Red, damn him, looks no worse for wear after our little escapade, but then it is his job to kill the monsters and my job, well, is to just piss him off. Have I mentioned that I am very, very good at my job. Red puts his stone hand behind my back and I grit my teeth as he makes me sit up. I put my hand where the pain is and it comes back nice and bloody. Yea, more scars for the red head.

Red frowns and takes a look at the scratches on my back, four nice big claw marks against the line of my ribs.

"Damn Cat, that's got' a hurt," he says looking at me.

I give him a clinched tooth grin, cause I'm not about to be a girl and cry. "Aww, its not that bad, its just a scratch any way." Or at least I can pretend its just a scratch as long as I don't move.

The back wounds always hurt the worst because of the muscles.

Red smiles at me "Liar." and picks me up.

Against my better efforts a small pitiful noise escapes my throat. Hellboy isn't smiling now and brings his face very close to mine. Funny I never really noticed how many colors were in his eyes. Maybe its just the endorphins kicking in but the iris rimmed in yellow, gold, orange and red looked really pretty especially from about five inches away.

"Ya' scared me Cat," Red said in his soft rumbling voice.

I think I smiled, "Just trying to return the favor, Red."

I leaned my head against his chest and listened to his heart beat, it was just a tad faster than usual; probably due to the fight. Carefully I just my arms around his neck, it didn't hurt as much as I thought it should, but I wasn't gonna' look a gift whatever in the mouth. My head rested just under his chin. I felt his face brush against my hair

"Why do ya' keep commin' with me kid," he asked in to my hair.

I tilted my head and rubbed my cheek against his jaw.

"Because you have pissed off or scared everyone else away," I inhaled the sent of him, " And your bullying doesn't work on me."

"Yeah," Red said gruffly and brushed his lips against my forehead.

A weird thought passed threw my head ;I looked up at Red feeling no pain and kissed him lightly. Red stopped walking and just looked at me for a moment.

Now I have to wonder if I have just screwed up royally and if I can just pass off kissing him as momentary insanity. I saw lots of things cross threw his multi-colored eyes, but his face stayed neutral. I didn't say anything, but in that moment I lost the need to as Hellboy leaned down and kissed me back softly as if he was just as unsure as I was. I parted my lips over his, feeling the different skin texture against mine. Red opened his mouth slightly as if to taste me. I inhaled his breath into me and let my tongue trace the curve of his lower lip. I felt him quiver and his grip on me tightened just a little. He let his tongue trace the slight part of my lips. Funny how such a small thing can make me feel so strange. Maybe my blood loss was getting to me, but at least I couldn't feel the pain at the moment, but I was feeling plenty else! I let my hands move along his shoulders to his massive neck up to his jaw to cup his face. He made my hands look so small against him. Of course I was just pretty damn small next to him any way. I'm sort even for a girl clocking in at 5'3" on a good day.

Hellboy let his tongue slid along mine as I opened my mouth more to accommodate him. He made a sound low in his throat and abruptly knelt down, I think so that he didn't drop me. Somehow I ended up straddling one of his legs. Hmmm, how interesting, Reds hands moved across my body; my hips, my neck, my face, my FUCK back. Yep, now I remember. I dig my fingers in to his shoulders and try really hard not to whimper. I herd Hellboy cursing to himself in Russian, something about being an asshole and careless bastard. But since my Russian isn't that great, I could be wrong. I put my hand on Reds face to make him look at me.

"I'll heal Red."

He turned his fire kissed eyes to me and touched my face with his stone hand only to draw back quickly. I felt something warm and sticky on my face, it took me a minute to realize that it was my own blood now covering my face. (Lucky Me) For some reason it struck me as funny, so I laughed; not a real laugh 'cause that would hurt like hell, but a sort of half laugh expelling short puffs of air. Even Hellboy started to smile a bit.

"Do ya' think you can help me get the hell out of here now? I want to see the sky."

Hellboy nodded. "Yeah, the boys might get worried and of course they are gonna' be pissed at you for getting hurt and at me for letting you." He picked me up again and out of the Darkness we went.

As predicted pandemonium hit when the crew saw me, they are used to me being the clean(er) one when we are done with a mission, and I can usually walk under my own power. Speaking of…

I whispered, "Red set me down, time to let them know I'm not dead."

He set me down, I grit my teeth and walked to the waiting car mostly unassisted.