Hey you guys. I know that this is short, but I wanted to split it into two parts, mainly beause I don't really want to write the next chapter. It's not that I don't want to continue the story, it's just... this is difficult for me.
This is dedicated to my grandma. She's had cancer for a year now and she's 73, so basically he immune system is failing. She isn't even in the hospital anymore. They've put her in a nice calm place to live out the rest of her days which are a small amount. Really it's a place where people go to wait and die. It might be nice on the inside and outside, but I know how it works.
I don't want you guys to think I'm milking this for reviews or likes, because remember, I've never had anyone I really know die. I don't even think I'll be able to cry when she does, I'll be in so much shock. I hope you all can understand that.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hellboy or Transformers Prime
A light shone out the crack under Natasha's door and I knocked. "Just a minute!" Natasha called out. I waited, fidgety, for her to open the door. When she did, she immediately hugged me around my torso. Since I wasn't expecting it, my arms hung there like dead fish. "Well hello." I said, amused.
She laughed and pulled me inside, sitting me down in the same chair I had left three days ago. It was like déjà vu; she ran around her kitchen, asked me if I wanted anything to drink and shoved a hot cup into my hands.
But this time she didn't press me for details on the mission. I appreciated that; I had to retell everything to Manning so he could put it on the records. She chatted about everything that had gone on while we were gone. I learned that Clay was going to pull through, although it would be a long time before he would be back in the field.
"I'm not even sure he'll be coming back to the B.P.R.D. He'll probably be transferred to a less extreme team." Natasha said in a matter-of-fact tone. "That makes my conscience feel lighter." I said. "So, Hellboy finally told Liz he was into her?" She asked. "Not exactly like that, but he said it in a way only he can." I admitted, not realizing she was baiting me.
"Speaking of telling people heartfelt things, I saw you and Abe earlier." She said slyly. "I walked right into that!" I groaned and she laughed, "You sure did!" I moaned again. "We hugged, that's all!" I insisted.
"You didn't see it from point of view! I thought Abe was going to explode from relief when you stepped off the plane and he was hugging you so tightly, I'm surprised he didn't crack your ribs." She exclaimed. "You are so persistent." I said. "Darn tootin' I am!" She said with a fake southern accent that made me snort with laughter.
I calmed down and sighed, "I don't know. Maybe you're right and I'm just not seeing it." Natasha leaned forward, "Now for the real question; do like Abe?"
"Of course I like him, but in that sense... I think I do." I confessed shyly. I expected Natasha to squeal or say 'I knew it!' Instead she sat there silently, thinking. Then, "Are you going to tell him?"
"Now? I shouldn't, not when all this drama with Rasputin is finally over."
"I suppose not…" Then Natasha reverted back to her bubbly self, "What about him do you like so much?"
"If I had to sum it up, everything."
"Well that's vague." She said sarcastically. "Alright, alright. He's honest, selfless, and forgiving even after everything the world has forced on him. He's funny, never too busy to talk to me, and he respects everyone. I don't think I've ever met anyone as intelligent as him." The words fell out my mouth so fast; I hardly had to think of them.
"And you obviously don't mind that he has gills." She said. "It doesn't matter. Besides they're sort of cool." I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Of course not. I can't even imagine the babies you guys would make." Natasha pursed her lips, eyes un-focusing. I crossed my arms, "I wonder where John is."
Her eyes snapped back to mine, "Don't you dare!" She said. "Don't tempt me, then." I said smugly.
We glared at each other for less than a minute before we busted out laughing. "Still, you should tell him soon." She wiped away stray tear out of the corner of her eye. "I'm waiting for the right time." I responded.
"You should hope it's soon. You never know what could happen to you."
One month later
"Come on, come on. You want some?...IN. YOUR. FACE!" Red shouted. He tossed the controller on the couch and threw his hands up in victory. "Pfft whatever." I slouched down in my seat, sulking. Suddenly the lights flickered on and off. "Great. Power failure." He snorted in disbelief.
"Aww, it wiped out our game!" I pressed my hand over my heart, pretending to be upset. Red's mouth dropped open, "What? But I was winning!" He whined. "Bummer." I smirked and watched Red stamp his feet and complain like a toddler.
It was Red's birthday or rather, what we assumed was his birthday since we weren't sure. I had drawn money out of my bank account and ordered him a Playstation 3. Abe was able to set it up in a matter of minutes and quickly left, claiming he didn't want to be around HB if something messed up on the game. I understood his reasoning, but risked it because it was better than no one playing against him at all.
We had lost power because another major thunderstorm had gathered and it had been raining nearly non-stop for most of the week. I was restricted to flying in the dojo and the craving for wide skies was creeping back.
All the missions after our trip to Russia certainly weren't easy but at least they were a bit less terrifying. I could handle my gun with more skill and I now knew hand-to-hand combat. Natasha had surprised me with a harness which held my wings flat against my back so from a short distance, I appeared normal. I occasionally used it during our training sessions and it made it easier to duck and avoid Natasha's swings.
I wasn't wearing it at the moment; I didn't bother to when I was hanging with HB. Currently, they were hanging over the back of the couch, the tips brushing the floor. I giggled as a cat walked behind the couch and batted at a wing. I reached behind and lifted the kitty into my lap. It was a tabby with wide green eyes that purred when scratched under the chin.
HB's anger drained away when Liz walked in. I smiled and heaved myself up, leaving the cat mewling in protest. "I hope he doesn't get too attached to the game." I gave Liz a wry smile as I passed her to the door. She laughed, "I'll make sure he doesn't."
My room had lost its eerie emptiness. I had slowly filled the shelves with talismans and memories, the walls with old and one new painting of mine. I'd asked to borrow Liz's camera for a day we had off and spent it running through the base, snapping pictures of HB, Liz, Abe, and Natasha. The pictures stood in metal frames on my desk.
I sat down at the desk and looked at the same photos. My favorite, the one closest to me, was the one of Abe and me. I had snuck up behind him, threw my arms around his neck, yelled "Smile!" and snapped the photo. It showed only our heads; me, hair wild and frizzy and grinning like an idiot, and Abe, startled with a half-grin on his face.
I smiled at it, waiting for my laptop to load. When it did, I clicked open my email and raised my eyebrows. I had fifteen new emails and all from my mom. I hadn't been online for a day or so, but I didn't expect this.
Worried, I checked my cell phone and saw that I had almost thirty missed calls from my mom. With growing alarm, I quickly dialed her number and waited anxiously as it rang. "Hello?" Her voice was high pitched and breathy like she had been crying. I swallowed hard before saying, "Mom? Is everything ok? You called me a lot."
She gave a sob, "Jenny! No honey. It's your father…He's dying." The phone clattered to the floor. I sat there in shock, eyes watering. I finally noticed my mother's voice calling for me out of the phone's speaker and I rushed to pick it up. "Wha- What do mean… dying?" I asked, fearing the answer.
"The cancer came back faster than we thought. Baby… He's only got a few more days." My lip trembled and I bit it so my mom wouldn't hear the tremor in my voice, "I'm coming down. I don't care what I have to do. I'll be there in a day." She said a tearful goodbye and I hung up. I got up and started to pack a small suitcase, but started to cry before I could pack much. In what seemed like slow motion, I fell to my knees. I wrapped myself with my wings and welcomed the darkness they created.
When I had cried myself out, I rose and left my bag lying, unpacked on the bed. I strode out my door and to the dojo. I wasn't going to take a car; that would take too long. I was going to fly out of here. I didn't care if anyone tried to stop me, I would take them down.
The dojo was vacant which I preferred because I truly didn't want to hurt anyone, I just knew I would if they tried to stand in my way. The rungs of the ladder were chilled from the air conditioning and the thick air outside made my fingers feel sticky. The storm raged on over my head and freezing cold drops of rain pelted me in a steady drizzle.
I focused my eyes on the space beyond the edge of the building. Without a care of how I would make it through the storm, I charged at it and jump, letting myself fall in midair before snapping out my wings and rising on an air current. Higher up, the black clouds sprayed my face and my tears intermingled with the rain, falling on to the umbrellas below.
Like I said; short chapter. A big hug to the person who doesn't have to ask what in the chapter belongs to Transformers Prime :D
The second chapter should be up soon... maybe... and with it, an explaination as to why Jenny has wings. I've been brooding over that part since the beginning and Marvel had some help ;)
BTW, I know that I said she wouldn't be admitting anything for a while. I meant that she wouldn't be admitting anything to ABE anytime soon. So you may enjoy the flufflies :D