This is just something I've been working on for a little while. Please let me know what you think, and if you'd like to read more.

I don't own anything here, merely the plot.

Lost Thoughts

By D.C. Fleming

Rain, the steady splash on the tiles below making patterns both familiar and frightening. It's her favorite weather, but even she has a limit when all there is, is rain. She runs to her apartment, slips the key into the lock.

A sound makes her recoil; against her better judgment, she goes inside anyway. The sight tells her she made a poor choice- furniture torn and ruined beyond repair, files tossed everywhere, fish tank shattered. She cries, trying to find something to put the clown fish and discus, and miniature eels into.

For most, it's too late, but there are two survivors.

"Ok, guys. Have to put you in something safe." She secures a new home for them, putting them on the counter.

30 minutes of surveying the place and most of what she's owned and held dear has been destroyed, or stolen. She grabs what little belongings she has left, and heads out.

I've got to find Liz, she thinks, moving as fast as she can from her ruined home.

Liz Sherman, enjoying her fourth cig of the day, headed over to HB's room. The past weeks after the whole Sammael event had finally brought them closer and both of them were enjoying the finer points of coupledom.

"So, you wanna go out tonight, or just stay here, and...you know," he wagged his eyebrows at Liz suggestively.

"Boy, do you ever take a break?"she giggled into his chest.

"Me? Well, I'm so offended, I thought you couldn't get enough of ol Big Red," he frowned with mock-hurt.

"Hey, HellBabe, don't pull the 'puppydog eyes' on me- I'm impervious to them," she laughed, getting up from the sofa.

Suddenly, her face contorted in a mask of pain, and she started to sink to the floor. "Oh my god!"

"Liz! What's wrong?" HB leaped from the sofa, catching her. She was shaking, causing blue flames to escape from her fingers and eyes.

"Babe, you gotta relax, at least til I can get Blue in here," he held on, trying to reach the com.

"It would appear that you are recovering from a form of psychic assault," Abe Sapien, doctor, resident psychic, trusted friend, and arguably the smartest life form at the BPRD, concluded. "Physiologically, I can find nothing to suggest otherwise. All of your blood work and scans are normal, but the psi readings... well. They are off the scale."

Liz frowned, still shaken from the experience. "Abe, how can that be? In all my life, I've never done anything like this before. A person has to pretty much spell out what they are thinking for me to get it, you know that! The only freaky mental 'gift' I possess is burning stuff to a crisp."

"Well, it would appear that you have a little something new to add to your resume," Abe nodded.

"What if I don't want this? Damnit, Abe, I didn't ask for this, for any of it. It's bad enough worrying that a heightened emotion or funky mood is going to set me off! Now you're telling me I get to invade other people's minds?"

Abe blinked, looking a shade wounded at her words. "I'm sorry, Elizabeth. I didn't realize you felt so strongly."

"Oh damnit, Abe, I wasn't thinking of how it must be for you. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Liz was trying hard to keep from crying, but the realization that not only might she never be back to her former state coupled with the fact that she most likely offended one of the most important people in her life, made that nearly impossible.

"Liz, it's all right. I know you didn't mean what you said, please stop crying." He rushed over, taking her into his arms. "Shh, it's all right."

Liz tensed; almost immediately, Abe's large black eyes opened wide, and they pulled apart at the same time.

"Did you feel that?" They said in unison.

Hellboy sauntered in, freezing when he saw the two of them. "Hey, what's up?"

"Red, I think we've found her."