Title: Believe in the Unbelievable

Full Summary: When you think of visions of the future, you imagine an epic moment of realization. The person zones out, eyes alight with knowledge as they 'ooooh' and 'aaahhh', waving their arms and having a seizure about this amazing vision of the f****ing future. It ain't sh*t like that. They're just crappy little crayon drawings that look like a first grader spazzed out in art class, detailing the future in a moment of waxy clarity and scribbles. Just because I see the future doesn't mean I want to know what happens next. Hellboy/OC

Chapter Title: Knobhead

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She shifted from foot to foot, fighting the nerves building in her stomach. Today was the day they revealed the big exhibit for Martin's findings in Scotland. The research team had to fight tooth and nail to keep several of the main artifacts, and it was paying off today. There was a throng of people in the main lobby of the museum, as well as several of the architects that were part of the research team. "Where is he?" Eevie mumbled, hopping slightly to try and see over the crowd. "Damn being short." She muttered as she began making her way through the crowd, pushing against the twittering people who were chatting excitedly. Spotting Martin's shaggy brown mop of hair in the mass of people, she grinned shuffling over in her high-heeled shoes. She tugged at her skirt again before waving wildly at the stick of a man. "Martin!" she shouted over the large group of people.

Spinning around, the awkward archeologist grinned, opening his arms wide and bracing his legs for Eevie's forceful impact. "Eevie Quinn, by my tongue—look at you! Is that a skirt I see?" He pulled her back slightly to give a once over of her outfit with his brows raised high in astonishment. Eevie smacked his arm, and he smirked, gripping her tightly by the waist and lifting her in the air in a surprisingly playful gesture.

Eevie and Martin laughed as he twirled her once before setting her back down. "The Director made all of us wear a uniform." She grinned up at the lanky man, "Its good to see you again, Bean." She felt her eyes start to sting and inch; it had been almost two years since she had seen her old friend. She smoothed down the collar of his shirt and sniffed when she felt herself welling up with emotion. She covered her mouth to try and calm down.

"Oh come now, Croc, no tears." His smile softened as he brushed the pads of his thumbs under her eyes, pretending to wipe away her 'crocodile tears'. "Do you have your bottle with you?" She barked out a laugh and nodded while grabbing a small vile of eye-drops from her clutch. Martin helped steady her head and her hand as she dropped a few eye drops in each eye to keep them from drying out. "There we are, all better."

Eevie wiped at her eyes before burying her face against Martin's chest. "I missed you String Bean." She clutched the fabric of his tweed jacket tightly, holding him as strongly as she could.

Martin wrapped his arms firmly around her, smiling against her maddeningly curly brown hair, "I missed you too, Croc."

"Excuse me, Doctor Laurence, I know this may be a bad time, but we need you for a press conference before the big reveal." The Director of the museum placed a gentle hand on Martin's shoulder, breaking the pair out of their reverie.

"Oh yes, of course."

"Right! Sorry!"

Martin attempted to straighten his suite, making Eevie smile and shake her head at his nervousness. "C'mere." Eevie took hold of Martin's askew bow-tie and straitened it, smoothing out the shoulders of his jacket before taking him by the lapels. "You'll do wonderfully, Bean; just breathe."

Martin chuckled and took in a shaky breath, "Here's to not tripping on camera." He nodded once, determinedly before following the Director out towards the lobby of the museum. Eevie just smiled and waved, "Good luck Marty." She whispered softly.

Martin coughed lightly into his hands, trying to take control of his jumping stomach. The lights from the cameras seemed magnified by his glasses, and he flinched, squinting at the reporters. He shuffled his feet and coughed once more before taking out his notecards. "Um, yes. Hello, I am Doctor Martin Laurence; recently our American archeologists have paired with a team in Scotland to examine several ruins in the northwestern provinces of Scotland that appeared to have significant relevance to the evolution of humans within that area that formed agricultural villages."

Eevie stood dutifully besides the Director, trying to hide her smile as Martin's shaky voice read his rehearsed speech. Caroline, who was on her right, nudged her teasingly, "That's your man." Eevie rolled her eyes and nudged her back.

Trying to look like she wasn't speaking during Martin's important day, her voice was low and she barely moved her lips. "Is not; He's just Bean. He's Marty."

"Marty's looking a little pale there, I thought his exosuit didn't come with reflected human actions?" Hellboy chomped away at some popcorn, leaning back against the cushy red loveseat in the community TV room. Liz sat in a large armchair to his left and just shrugged.

"Maybe it's the lightening? It is pretty bright, you know how he doesn't like the light." The teenager crossed her arms and leaned farther back in the comfy velvet chair.

"I do believe Martin upgraded his exosuit whilst in Scotland; the specialist with him in the field was also a specialist in glamour technology." Abe crossed his legs in his seat to the right of Hellboy. "I believe he may have equipped it with more human-like qualities."

"But I thought Mags was a glamour specialist, why didn't he just ask—" Liz was cut off by Hellboy who whistled excitedly and leaned forward.

"Hello gorgeous," Red was grinning at the TV, tail flicking back and forth.

Liz and Abe looked back at the screen puzzled before they caught sight of Martin's assistant from the Museum, and oldest human friend, in the background. Liz rolled her eyes while Abe shook his head.

Martin spoke a lot about Eevie and the more he told, the more interested Hellboy became about this woman. Hellboy seemed to view Eevie as somewhat of a "celebrity crush"; someone he could fantasize about. He spoke of how he knew he'd never get to meet her, yet he continued to ask Martin about her and look at the pictures of her in Martin's office.

"You're hopeless." Liz sighed with a playful smile, lifting herself from the chair and patting Red's head affectionately as she strolled out of the TV room. Abe followed shortly after with a small "tut-tut" at Hellboy's antics.

Red just grinned, blocking out Martin's babble and focusing in on the brunette in the background. She smiled at the woman next to her before focusing on the camera's once again. Hellboy's grin softened as he studied her; she had bright blue eyes that glittered in the camera light. Her whole face was dotted with millions of freckles as well as her neck and what skin was showed by the shirt and blazer she wore. She pushed back her hair to show her ear that had several piercings. Hellboy leaned back in his loveseat, staring at the woman for a few more seconds before sighing through his nose. "Dammit." He ran his left hand across the back of his neck and shut off the TV.

"Dammit." He spoke again to the silence of the room. He felt restless and agitated and… lonely.

Red leaned against his legs, dropping his head low and closing his eyes. "Damn." He whispered.

"Damn that sure was a fancy speech there!" Carlton, a fellow digger that worked on the Scotland project raised his glass high in the air. He was nearly cackling when Martin threw a tortilla chip at him, blushing from the back-handed compliment.

"I can't help it; I'm not a public speaker! I get in front of the camera and I just freeze." Martin chuckled, taking another bite of chips and salsa. He felt Eevie squeeze his arm affectionately, and he smiled at her reassurance.

"I think you were p-p-p-perfect!" The group at the table erupted into laughter once more at Greg, the Museum's registrar, who joked on Martin's stuttering during his speech. Martin threw another chip, yet couldn't hide the grin as it nearly split his face in two.

Eevie quieted the group by banging her beer bottle on the table so everyone would listen. "Jokes aside—Martin, we're really proud of you. Not only did you bring an amazing exhibit to our humble little museum," Eevie paused as there was a collection of clapping and whistling. She had to bang her beer again to get everyone to quiet down once more, "but you made a name for yourself as an amazing archeologist with this find. To many years more, Martin, dig 'em up!"

Everyone raised their glasses high, clinking them together loudly, "Dig 'em up!"

Eevie guffawed, nearly tripping over herself. Martin caught her, laughing as well at her inebriated state

feeling himself tip slightly from the liquor as well as Eevie's weight on his side. "You did wonderfully Marty! I think you made the best speech there!" Eevie giggled, patting his shoulder as she righted herself and began walking on her own, only she was dramatically crossing her ankles with every step.

"I made the only speech, you knobhead!" Martin's accent was slurred, but more thick with his intoxication. The two laughed at the realization, as well as the word 'knobhead'.

"I'm not a knobhead, you aaarre!" Eevie mimicked his accent badly, elongating the vowels and his English timbre. Martin pointed a finger warningly at her, scrunching up his face at an odd angle in an attempt to appear angry, but Eevie only laughed at his silliness.

"Well, well." Eevie turned swiftly to see a smartly dressed man in a pitch-black suit with a deep red tie. Eevie squinted warily and eyed him; it looked, to her drunken mind, as if he had blood running from his neck. His face was a creamy white, paler than herself, which she thought nigh impossible, and eyes as blue as the clearest sky. His hair was the color of freshly fallen snow, pulled back tidily at the nape of his neck where it ran down his back. He had a pointed face with a slightly upturned nose, and dramatic cheekbones. His lips were thin, though his bottom lip was fuller than the top, and the grin he sported was snake like.

Eevie stumbled back a step, finding her back connect with Martin's chest. He gripped her shoulders tightly, pulling her behind him so he covered her from the strangers view, but she glanced around his lithe frame to look at the man. There was something off about him, that was for sure.

"Look at what we have here, dear old Martin, chatting it up with his lovely little bird. Out for a midnight stroll are we? Fancy a snog at her door? Or perhaps a trip to her bed before the evening is out?" The odd man chuckled. His voice was smooth and deep, like dark velvet. It wrapped around you gently before tightening and suffocating you.

"What do you want, Pietro?" Martin's voice held no slurred edge, the presence of the man was no doubt a sign that more would come. Or had already come and were merely hiding in the shadows. He pushed Eevie behind him more, but she stubbornly pulled against him to eye the stranger.

Pietro grinned, his eyes shining with a strange light. There was an aura of unbalance to this man; he wasn't all there, it appeared. He began walking towards Martin and Eevie, slow, cautious steps. Purposeful steps filled with a warning if they attempted to flee. "What do I want? Silly boy. 'Tis not I you stole from." Pietro spat the word, but his grin was still there, seeming more manic than before. "All I am here for, is to make sure you give it back." Pietro's voice was low as he stood but a few inches away from Martin now. He looked down at the man, at least a few centimeters taller than the archeologist.

Martin's face was screwed up in a scowl, and his grip tightened on the wrist of Eevie's he was now holding. "I stole nothing." The lanky man's voice was, also, laced with a threat, but his was no where near as dark, or as promising, as Pietro's.

"Liar!" Pietro hissed gutturally, a sound that lashed out at Eevie's ears and she felt as if it burned her.

Without warning, everything stopped. Eevie didn't notice for a moment, the two men simply staring at one another as they had been, but when they stood stone still for longer than a minute, Eevie attempted to waive her hand in between the two to snap them out of it, but she found that she couldn't move. Eevie gasped as she felt the familiar tingling sensation at the back of her skull. There were flashes of light as the men moved back and forth from reality to, seemingly, 2D crayon drawings on paper. Finally it began like a slow-moving clip, it flipped from picture to picture before Eevie's eyes at an even pace then, suddenly, it all came together in the format of a crappy crayon drawing that looked like it was done by a first grader.

Pietro would strike out at Martin, catching him on his left cheek and sending him flying to the ground. The scuffle of gray dust around his black shaded body was almost comical—it was more like angry scribbles than any coherent picture. Eevie would then go to his prone form, her figure outlined in blue with a mess of brown swirls and dots around her head. She would cover him with her body as best she could in an attempt to hide him from their attacker. Two men would come at her from behind, grabbing either of her arms and pulling her to her feet. Pietro would grasp Martin by the lapels of his shirt and throw him down an ally where he would skitter across the ground before coming in contact with a large garbage can. The slam of his body against the metal would cause a dent, then he'd lay on the floor, unmoving. There were several more flashes and suddenly it was back to square one:

Pietro strikes out, his absurdly sized crayon fist coming at Martin's face. Eevie pulls him back, away from the harm, before turning Martin and pulling him to the left. The two strange men who had been about to grab Eevie stumble forward and run into Pietro, the trio falling on top of one another in a giant mess of crayon scribbles. Eevie blinks once, twice, suddenly things are 3D again, and more realistic. Time is still paused, but Eevie feels the tingling sensation in the back of her skill dissipating. She has to act fast, the feeling in her fingers is returning, she watches as Pietro twitches his hand and begins to raise his fist. With a flash, things return to normal speed and Eevie and Martin eye the trio as they are caught between each other, screaming and cursing obscenities at one another.

"What just—?"

"C'mon!" Eevie shouts, grasping Martin's arm and dragging him across the street haphazardly, where they are nearly hit by several cars. The loud honking doesn't drown out the erratic beating of Eevie's heart as it rushes in her ear. She clutches Martin's hand tighter when they push through a crowd of people, laughing and sputtering as Eevie and Martin elbow past them.

"Watch where you're going you bitch!" an unnamed pedestrian shouts after Eevie knocks him on his ass.

"Up yours!" she manages to shout back, taking a sharp left turn down the next street.

"Where are we going, Eevie?" Martin pants, the even scuffles of his dress shoes mixed with the uncoordinated clacks of Eevie's high heels sounds heavily in both their ears. But when they pause Eevie misses that sound, because it means they were still moving and getting farther away from that white-haired freak.

"I dunno, I dunno, I dunno, I dunno." Eevie mutters, turning in circles, having let go of Martin's hand momentarily to try and discern where they were. She jumps up and down, her heels making a horrible scraping sound against the concrete. "I hate this stupid heels." She punctuated each word as she jumped.

Finally, Martin took hold of her and pushed her shoulders down so she was standing still. "Eevie," a small tingle. Nonononono! Eevie's eyes widened as there was a flash of light, "we need to stop, and think," another flash, quicker, this time she could make out the etchings of the waxy material outlining Martin's form, "we need to calm," his voice was slowing, sounding out each syllable, another flash, "doooooowwwn.." There was a full on tingle now at the base of her skull, everything was still.

Eevie felt herself blinking as the world flashed: crayon, real, crayon, real. Finally the crayon took over and Eevie was once again lost to the drawings of a whimsical 5 year old. Martin's mouth moved slowly, turning from a circle to a triangle to a zigzag and all forms of unnecessary shapes. Suddenly a spray of melted yellow wax bursts from Martin's chest, splashing against Eevie's face. Eevie's childishly drawn blue crayon form begins to make odd shapes with her mouth as she clutches desperately to Martin. The two crumble to the floor in a pool of yellow wax. Eevie's mouth is now a square, then a bird, another square, a zigzag.

It rewinds again, back to Martin in front of her, his odd mouth shapes stagnant at a dog. There's a light, going back and forth from real to crayon and Eevie realizes she wasn't able to think of anything in time to help Martin. The tingle is slowly fading, but there's still a rush in her ears, her heart is pounding like crazy. She feels the itch of her eyes, and how dry they are. She wants to heave for air, but she's stuck in time and there's not a moment to spare.

Time reasserts itself, she's pulled back to reality, "we need to calm—" Eevie jerks Martin to the side just in time to see a knife coming down on where his back was, the knife plunges deep into his shoulder and he screams in pain, blood pouring out of his fresh wound. There's cries and screams at the scene on the crowded street. People running, shoes scraping against the pavement, Eevie turns to the attacker to spy a white ponytail swishing in the air as the man flees down an alleyway. Gasping, Eevie is pulled to the ground by Martin. He has a desperate hold on her upper-arm and his other arm is limp at his side.

"Marty!" Eevie screams, grasping his waist as she lowers them slowly to the floor and tries to keep the string bean of a man sitting up right. "Martin, oh god!" Her eyes are getting dryer and dryer, but she doesn't want to distract herself with her eyedrops, what if something else were to happen. Turning to look around her, a small crowd of people has already formed. She eyes each person like they have three heads, "Don't just stand there you assholes—someone call a fucking ambulance!" her voice cracks as she screams.

She lifts one of her hands and points at a short man who was standing outside of a convenience store, a name-tag situated sideways on his button-down blue shirt that read 'Karl'. "You, Karl; get your ass in the store and call the cops or someone! This guy just got fucking stabbed!" Karl nodded, scrambling to get back into the store once he had been singled out.

Eevie snaps her head to look back at Martin who was groaning. She sniffed, her eyes burning, and grabbed either side of his face, "Hey Marty, hey, listen to me. You gotta stay awake okay, you gotta look at me." Martin's eyes were fluttering and they began rolling into the back of his head as he mumbled something unintelligible. Eevie smacked the side of his face lightly, feeling him teetering back and forth. She hurriedly placed one hand on his waist again to steady him. "Marty say something! Tell me I'm an idiot, call me those stupid British names; I'm a wanker, a knobhead, a bollocks loaf, something, anything—Marty!" Eevie was now a little too heavy handed with the slapping and she could see he was wincing.

Eevie was quiet as Marty breathed deeply. Her lip quivered as she clenched a handful of his shirt with the hand on his waist. "Marty..?" she breathed.

"Stosslappin me—knobhead."

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A/N: I LIIIIIVVVEEEE. Sort of. A good friend of mine /ahemBlackMoonWhiteSkyahem said that I should start writing my Believe in the Unbelievable series agian, because she'd still read it. I know I nearly crap my pants in joy when I see an inactive story that I really loved pop back into action, so I hope you've soiled yourself in excitement cause it's been too long kiddies! Hopefully I finish this and HB and Eevie can at least get to the good stuff before I decide to go Harry Houdini on you and disappear for another several years. So for those of who decided to stay with me and reread this story, I thank you, my heart goes out to your devotion to this story and to Hellboy. So thanks again my kiddies, and I love that you love to read this, and I love that you love Hellboy! Review me what you think!

I decided this reeboot shouldn't be as dramatic of a change as Infection was, seeing as I did a whole remodeling of Eevie in that one, and she's back to her usual sarcastic loveable ole self. The story has a few twitches here and there, but I'mma try and keep tried and true to the old story y'all fell in love with. Thanks again you guys! Muah! Virtual cookies for all! And a puppy. Nintendogs. Go look. You'll have a new puppy there. It's name is Spot. He's a demon dog. How did he get there? I put him there. With my evil. With my love.

Enjoy my evil love.

Go play with your Nintendogs.