I know I'm supposed to be working on WYGO?, but this demanded to be written.

[camwyn]

Two days ago Janine would've sworn the firehouse was utterly totalled, completely beyond all hope of repair, but Winston had buddies in the bricklayers' union, and they'd been working absolute miracles. You could walk across the garage floor without seeing into the basement. Which was good, because there wasn't enough money in Manhattan to get her to look down. Not after what had happened.

She picked her way around the chunks of masonry the union guys hadn't cleaned away yet. Looked like the explosion hadn't taken out her desk. Dr. Venkman had said the phone lines would be repaired today, what with the huge Bell building being two blocks away and all, but she didn't care. All she wanted was to retrieve the stuff she'd left in her desk, now that the police were letting people back into the building. If he thought she was gonna answer questions from every two-bit reporter in New York he had another think coming.

As she tugged the bottom-most drawer of the desk open and fished out the pair of slingback pumps she'd been keeping in there, someone knocked at the door. “In case you hadn't noticed, we're closed,” she called without looking up.

“I'm aware of that, ma'am,” came the answer. The voice was deep, a little gravelly. Very much a man's voice, and a tired-sounding man at that. “Federal agent. Sorry.”

Janine froze. “What agency?” she asked. She risked a glance over the top of the desk, but without the old lighting system in the garage, all she could make out was the man's general outline in the doorway. He was big- football player big, and then some, even though all she could make out of him was the outline of his head and one shoulder. “It'd better not be the EPA.”

He laughed, a sound with a little too much cynicism in it to be a proper laugh. “Definitely not,” he said. “They weren't even supposed to be here. There's been a jurisdictional mix-up-”

“Jurisdictional mix-up? Peck came in here with a court order and a cop and blew up half the building and you're calling it a jurisdictional mix-up?”

“Walter Peck did an end run around the people who were supposed to handle investigating you guys,” said the man. “We'd like to officially extend an apology and offer our agency's resources in handling any lawsuits that might be forthcoming... may I come in?”

“I wanna see some ID first,” said Janine, who'd forgotten entirely that all she'd wanted were her shoes.

The man nodded. “Fair enough,” he said, and held something out. She crossed the dust-strewn floor, squinting. Admittedly, she hadn't seen a whole lot of government IDs in her lifetime, but this one looked a little weird. The logo was big and simple enough to make out even from several paces away-

Something permeated her brain; she yanked her eyes from the image of one hand gripping a short, broad-bladed weapon up to the hand actually holding out the ID. The thick-fingered, red hand.

“Sir...” she began, but the words stuck in her throat.

The man smiled, ducking- quite a lot- to get his head properly through the door. “My name's Hellboy, Miss Melnitz. Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense. Mind if I come in?”

Comments

[paradisacorbasi.livejournal.com]

Shiny!

[almeda.livejournal.com]

Yes. Also, Squeeee!

[dragonwhishes.livejournal.com]

*wanna meet alpha geek.*

[derien.livejournal.com]

1) Like it. Don't know jack about Hellboy, but like it anyway. :)

2) Eruhm... LJ-cut?

[camwyn]

Wups. My apologies, I didn't think 500 words would be a problem. *cuts anyway*

[derien.livejournal.com]

Believe me, it never looks as long when one is composing. I should get after rowantree, she spams my flist all the time with amazingly huge things. But I know how her self-esteem is, she'd take it as a criticism (I think you know it's not meant that way) and be hurt... so instead I just took her off the list of people I look at evey day. You I'd rather keep there.

[mephron]

Magnificent.

[incandescens]

Truly excellent.

[drharper.livejournal.com]

WOOT!

Talk about two fandoms just dying for a good crossover. :)

I've had a baby plotbunny hopping around the hutch about a cross between Hellboy and my Ghostbusters AU from "Cruel Necessity".

[sookail.livejournal.com]

*jaw drops*

*simply speechless*

[ymfaery]

Interesting.

Not that I've read Hellboy, or even remembered this bit of Ghostbusters for that matter...

OMG...

[audreyscastle.livejournal.com]

You so rock. The comic fangirl in me is pleased.

Now if I could just get to that RGB-Fantastic Four crossover I promised myself once....

[slarti.livejournal.com]

Very nice.

(Nearly posted with my usual "Slaarti the Hutt" icon, but then remembered that I have a BPRD icon, so I might as well use it.)

[truebluespark]

Love it.

[vivian-shaw.livejournal.com]

*happy sigh*

Love it. Especially the in medias res beginning--that's hard to do well, and you done it brilliantly.

[deep-shadow.livejournal.com]

Niiice.

[midnightlurker.livejournal.com]

w00t. Bloody brilliant.

[oliver]"Please, sir ma'am, may we have some more?"[/oliver] :)

[subtle-guns.livejournal.com]

Since when do you like Hellboy?

Odd.

[camwyn]

Actually, Frank, I'm not a Hellboy fan- largely through lack of exposure. I saw the Hellboy movie last year in theatres, and I bought a copy of "The Corpse" for 25 cents at my local comic shop, but other than that my exposure to Mr. Mignola's work has been limited to thumbing through one TPB at the store while waiting for my chance to pay for something else. It's just that a friend recently mentioned having bought the Hellboy special edition DVD, which apparently has some scenes that plug up some plotholes, and that left Big Red near enough to the surface of my brain to evoke an image of one big red hand holding a BPRD ID in Janine's face. After that it was a matter of writing it down fast enough to keep it from chewing a hole in my skull and escaping.

[ebony14.livejournal.com]

Solid! I like.