Icarus Flies
Title:Part 1: Introductions
Rating: PG
World: Hellboy
Chapter: 2/~12
Word Count: 1,449
Summary: Fiona spent her whole life trying to fit in, little did she know she would find kinship among the most unusual of people. And a job that asked her to risk her life regularly.
Prologue
Fiona was bustled into the B.P.R.D late at night with no introductions and no briefing. She was taken straight to her room- a specially prepared rubber-walled cell and left there until the next morning. It wasn’t exactly how she’d pictured her induction as a federal agent but she guessed it could be worse. She could be locked up somewhere where she was tested on by mad scientists. At least they’d promised her no experiments. She slept unusually deeply, with none of her usual fits or sparking. After the journey and all the precautions, she was absolutely exhausted. It was the best night’s sleep she’d ever had.
The next morning she was awoken by a brisk knocking on her door. Groggily she called for whomever it was to come in. The door was unlocked and she really didn’t want to get out of bed yet.
“Jackson. Get out of bed.”
One eyebrow arched up her forehead and Fiona rolled over to look at the owner of the harsh voice directed towards her. Her nostrils flared slightly and she propped herself up in bed. She’d never met this woman before and already she was being ordered about like some lower being.
“And you are?” she asked coldly, sparks jumping over her curled fist.
“Agent Platt. I’m your liaison,” the woman replied, placing a bowl and a box of cereal on the small table.
Fi studied her carefully. From the brown hair scraped back into a harsh bun to the neatly pressed uniform everything about this woman screamed uptight. And she’d come in shouting orders. The two of them were not going to get along. Sighing Fiona pulled her gloves onto her hands and slid out of bed, her bare feet making no noise on the rubber flooring.
“I’d get back if I were you.”
Agent Platt looked at her incredulously.
“Really, unless you’re resistant to a couple thousand volts running through you too I’d get back.” Fi grinned. “They always said I was a bit of a livewire.”
“You’re to be at a meeting with Professor Bruttenholm in the library at 11.” Platt informed her, stepping backwards towards the door.
“And what time is it now?” Fi called towards the closing door.
“Half past ten.”
“Bollocks.”
She ate quickly and almost ran to the bathroom, cleaning her teeth and face so quickly she was sure she’d scrubbed half of her skin off in the process. She moved in such a rush that it didn’t occur to her until she left the room that it was slightly odd how a rubber-lined cat suit that was an exact fit for her had appeared in her wardrobe. Or how they’d know what her measurements were.
When she arrived in the library there were two men there. The older she assumed to be Professor Bruttenholm - he had the look of a kindly old professor. The other was a balding man who looked almost as uptight as Agent Platt. And twice as irritable.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry.” Fiona gasped. “How late am I?”
“Five minutes.” Baldy snapped.
Professor Bruttenholm held a hand up and smiled softly. “Don’t worry, it’s not a problem,” he said “I trust your first night here was comfortable?”
“Very much, thank you. It’s the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a long time.”
“Wonderful! Then hopefully you will be fresh and ready to meet your future team-mates. I’m sorry we couldn’t be more accommodating last night, but the Bureau had a very long and trying day. I hope you understand.”
Fiona nodded but said nothing.
“I’ll start with the introductions shall I? I’m Professor Bruttenholm, this is Agent Manning and over there in the tank is Abraham Sapien.” The Professor gestured to a large tank to her left. “Go say hello.”
Right on cue the blue, streamlined shape of Abe appeared inside the water tank. For a few moments she was taken aback (it wasn’t every day you saw a blue merman in a giant aquarium) but then Fiona’s blue eyes lit up and she almost danced over, resting her gloved hands against the glass and looking closely into Abe’s face. Her lips cracked into a small smile.
“Hey, I’m--”
“Fiona May Jackson, aged twenty three from California.” Abe finished for her stopping himself before he got too far, he had learnt not to divulge everything he read from a person after a couple of newbies ran terrified from the room once. “Abe Sapien, a pleasure to meet you.”
Fiona gaped. “How did you…?”
“Abe is psychic.” Professor Bruttenholm replied, standing at her shoulder. “His frontal lobe is very different to yours.”
“It’s cool. I’d love to be able to shake your hand Mr Sapien, but I can’t see water and electricity mixing very well.” There was a hint of sadness in her voice as she spoke and she shook her head. “Still… it’s very nice to meet you.”
“And you,” Abe replied before swimming off.
“You took that very well,” said Professor Bruttenholm, smiling as he moved to turn the pages on the books positioned in front of the tank. “Most people are more than a little taken aback when they first see Abe.”
“Well I’m not exactly normal myself, so it’s not like I can judge.” She paused and looked down at the books. “Is he reading those books?”
“Yes. Four every day.”
“Can we move on? I haven’t got all day!” Manning complained. “This wasn’t meant to take long.”
Professor Bruttenholm sighed wearily but nodded. “Yes. Miss Jackson if you head through that door in front of you Agent Myers will be waiting to introduce you to the rest of your team.”
“Aren’t you coming?” Fi asked worriedly, glancing between the two men.
“I have an appointment I need to keep, and I’m afraid Manning here doesn’t get along too well with who you’re about to meet.” Professor Bruttenholm explained, patting her kindly on the back. “Don’t worry. Agent Myers will take good care of you.”
Fiona paused one last time before she headed through the doors, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. On the other side, a few feet down a well decorated corridor stood a young kindly-looking man who smiled at her.
“Fiona Jackson?”
“That would be me.” Fiona smiled, walking towards him. “Would I be correct to assume you’re Agent Myers?”
“Yep. But you can call me John.” John reached into his pocket and pulled out a couple of Baby Ruth candy bars. “You’ll need these.”
“Oh yum!”
“I wouldn’t eat them if I were you.” John laughed. “Follow me.”
“Why? Did you poison them?” Fi asked, staring at the candy. “Hey, wait up!”
She jogged down the corridor after John until he came to a stop at a large silver door fashioned like the entrance to a safe. He turned the wheel on the front and paused, glancing back at her.
“You weren’t too freaked out by Abe right?” He asked.
“Not at all. He was really very polite.”
John Myers nodded and pulled open the door.
“Good, ‘cause you’re about to meet his partner.”
The room they stepped into was small like Fi’s, but this one was hot and filled with smoke and, oddly, the smell of cats. She jumped back slightly as one rubbed up against her leg.
“I’d be careful if I were you kitty.” She grinned, ticking the cat behind its ears.
“Myers? Who’s this?”
Fi looked up, searching the dark of the room for the owner of the deep voice. Once her eyes had adjusted to the lower levels of light she spotted him quite easily. Standing at the back of the room lifting weights was Hellboy. The real Hellboy.
“Fiona Jackson.” Myers had opened his mouth but Fi replied for him. “Nice to meet you, too.”
“She’s a new Agent.” John explained.
“We don’t need any new agents. Blue and I manage just fine,” the big red ape snorted, his tail twitching.
“Give him the candy.” John murmured.
Fi lifted up the two candy bars and glanced between them and Hellboy. She thought for a moment then smiled to herself before throwing one straight at him.
“Catch,” she called. “I’m keeping the other. If you don’t want me around I’m guessing you don’t want my candy either.”
HB narrowed his yellow eyes at her for a moment before he laughed.
“She’s not too bad John. Better than you were.” He chuckled, holding out his hand. “But no dice, kid. Hand it over.”
Fi placed it in his hand, sensing the acknowledgement from HB that he accepted her and her place in the B.P.R.D, albeit grudgingly so. She gave him a small smile before turning and walking out.
Disclaimer: You think if I owned Hellboy I’d be writing this? Nope.
Hellboy is the property of the wonderful Mike Mignola and Dark Horse comics and the movie franchise is the property of Warner Brothers. Anything or anyone else you recognise from the Hellboy comics, Hellboy films or B.P.R.D comics are also intellectual property of Mike Mignola and Dark Horse.
On the plus side I own Fiona, Agent Platt, Charlotte Brennan and this work of fiction.
This is a purely fictional piece of work and any similarities to persons real or imagined, living or deceased are unintentional.
Author’s Notes: This fic is set in a slightly AU world. Mostly movie-verse with some comic-verse mixed in for fun this is set six years after the events of film one, except Professor Bruttenholm is still alive and sadly, Liz is no long with us. Also, film two and it's events never happened.
This fic can also be found at Fanfiction.net under the same name.
Also keep an eye out for 'The Icarus Files or scenes you didn't see' - a series of drabbles and ficlets based on scenes either cut from this fic or outside the events of this fic ;)
Rating: PG
World: Hellboy
Chapter: 2/~12
Word Count: 1,449
Summary: Fiona spent her whole life trying to fit in, little did she know she would find kinship among the most unusual of people. And a job that asked her to risk her life regularly.
Prologue
Fiona was bustled into the B.P.R.D late at night with no introductions and no briefing. She was taken straight to her room- a specially prepared rubber-walled cell and left there until the next morning. It wasn’t exactly how she’d pictured her induction as a federal agent but she guessed it could be worse. She could be locked up somewhere where she was tested on by mad scientists. At least they’d promised her no experiments. She slept unusually deeply, with none of her usual fits or sparking. After the journey and all the precautions, she was absolutely exhausted. It was the best night’s sleep she’d ever had.
The next morning she was awoken by a brisk knocking on her door. Groggily she called for whomever it was to come in. The door was unlocked and she really didn’t want to get out of bed yet.
“Jackson. Get out of bed.”
One eyebrow arched up her forehead and Fiona rolled over to look at the owner of the harsh voice directed towards her. Her nostrils flared slightly and she propped herself up in bed. She’d never met this woman before and already she was being ordered about like some lower being.
“And you are?” she asked coldly, sparks jumping over her curled fist.
“Agent Platt. I’m your liaison,” the woman replied, placing a bowl and a box of cereal on the small table.
Fi studied her carefully. From the brown hair scraped back into a harsh bun to the neatly pressed uniform everything about this woman screamed uptight. And she’d come in shouting orders. The two of them were not going to get along. Sighing Fiona pulled her gloves onto her hands and slid out of bed, her bare feet making no noise on the rubber flooring.
“I’d get back if I were you.”
Agent Platt looked at her incredulously.
“Really, unless you’re resistant to a couple thousand volts running through you too I’d get back.” Fi grinned. “They always said I was a bit of a livewire.”
“You’re to be at a meeting with Professor Bruttenholm in the library at 11.” Platt informed her, stepping backwards towards the door.
“And what time is it now?” Fi called towards the closing door.
“Half past ten.”
“Bollocks.”
She ate quickly and almost ran to the bathroom, cleaning her teeth and face so quickly she was sure she’d scrubbed half of her skin off in the process. She moved in such a rush that it didn’t occur to her until she left the room that it was slightly odd how a rubber-lined cat suit that was an exact fit for her had appeared in her wardrobe. Or how they’d know what her measurements were.
When she arrived in the library there were two men there. The older she assumed to be Professor Bruttenholm - he had the look of a kindly old professor. The other was a balding man who looked almost as uptight as Agent Platt. And twice as irritable.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry.” Fiona gasped. “How late am I?”
“Five minutes.” Baldy snapped.
Professor Bruttenholm held a hand up and smiled softly. “Don’t worry, it’s not a problem,” he said “I trust your first night here was comfortable?”
“Very much, thank you. It’s the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a long time.”
“Wonderful! Then hopefully you will be fresh and ready to meet your future team-mates. I’m sorry we couldn’t be more accommodating last night, but the Bureau had a very long and trying day. I hope you understand.”
Fiona nodded but said nothing.
“I’ll start with the introductions shall I? I’m Professor Bruttenholm, this is Agent Manning and over there in the tank is Abraham Sapien.” The Professor gestured to a large tank to her left. “Go say hello.”
Right on cue the blue, streamlined shape of Abe appeared inside the water tank. For a few moments she was taken aback (it wasn’t every day you saw a blue merman in a giant aquarium) but then Fiona’s blue eyes lit up and she almost danced over, resting her gloved hands against the glass and looking closely into Abe’s face. Her lips cracked into a small smile.
“Hey, I’m--”
“Fiona May Jackson, aged twenty three from California.” Abe finished for her stopping himself before he got too far, he had learnt not to divulge everything he read from a person after a couple of newbies ran terrified from the room once. “Abe Sapien, a pleasure to meet you.”
Fiona gaped. “How did you…?”
“Abe is psychic.” Professor Bruttenholm replied, standing at her shoulder. “His frontal lobe is very different to yours.”
“It’s cool. I’d love to be able to shake your hand Mr Sapien, but I can’t see water and electricity mixing very well.” There was a hint of sadness in her voice as she spoke and she shook her head. “Still… it’s very nice to meet you.”
“And you,” Abe replied before swimming off.
“You took that very well,” said Professor Bruttenholm, smiling as he moved to turn the pages on the books positioned in front of the tank. “Most people are more than a little taken aback when they first see Abe.”
“Well I’m not exactly normal myself, so it’s not like I can judge.” She paused and looked down at the books. “Is he reading those books?”
“Yes. Four every day.”
“Can we move on? I haven’t got all day!” Manning complained. “This wasn’t meant to take long.”
Professor Bruttenholm sighed wearily but nodded. “Yes. Miss Jackson if you head through that door in front of you Agent Myers will be waiting to introduce you to the rest of your team.”
“Aren’t you coming?” Fi asked worriedly, glancing between the two men.
“I have an appointment I need to keep, and I’m afraid Manning here doesn’t get along too well with who you’re about to meet.” Professor Bruttenholm explained, patting her kindly on the back. “Don’t worry. Agent Myers will take good care of you.”
Fiona paused one last time before she headed through the doors, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. On the other side, a few feet down a well decorated corridor stood a young kindly-looking man who smiled at her.
“Fiona Jackson?”
“That would be me.” Fiona smiled, walking towards him. “Would I be correct to assume you’re Agent Myers?”
“Yep. But you can call me John.” John reached into his pocket and pulled out a couple of Baby Ruth candy bars. “You’ll need these.”
“Oh yum!”
“I wouldn’t eat them if I were you.” John laughed. “Follow me.”
“Why? Did you poison them?” Fi asked, staring at the candy. “Hey, wait up!”
She jogged down the corridor after John until he came to a stop at a large silver door fashioned like the entrance to a safe. He turned the wheel on the front and paused, glancing back at her.
“You weren’t too freaked out by Abe right?” He asked.
“Not at all. He was really very polite.”
John Myers nodded and pulled open the door.
“Good, ‘cause you’re about to meet his partner.”
The room they stepped into was small like Fi’s, but this one was hot and filled with smoke and, oddly, the smell of cats. She jumped back slightly as one rubbed up against her leg.
“I’d be careful if I were you kitty.” She grinned, ticking the cat behind its ears.
“Myers? Who’s this?”
Fi looked up, searching the dark of the room for the owner of the deep voice. Once her eyes had adjusted to the lower levels of light she spotted him quite easily. Standing at the back of the room lifting weights was Hellboy. The real Hellboy.
“Fiona Jackson.” Myers had opened his mouth but Fi replied for him. “Nice to meet you, too.”
“She’s a new Agent.” John explained.
“We don’t need any new agents. Blue and I manage just fine,” the big red ape snorted, his tail twitching.
“Give him the candy.” John murmured.
Fi lifted up the two candy bars and glanced between them and Hellboy. She thought for a moment then smiled to herself before throwing one straight at him.
“Catch,” she called. “I’m keeping the other. If you don’t want me around I’m guessing you don’t want my candy either.”
HB narrowed his yellow eyes at her for a moment before he laughed.
“She’s not too bad John. Better than you were.” He chuckled, holding out his hand. “But no dice, kid. Hand it over.”
Fi placed it in his hand, sensing the acknowledgement from HB that he accepted her and her place in the B.P.R.D, albeit grudgingly so. She gave him a small smile before turning and walking out.
Disclaimer: You think if I owned Hellboy I’d be writing this? Nope.
Hellboy is the property of the wonderful Mike Mignola and Dark Horse comics and the movie franchise is the property of Warner Brothers. Anything or anyone else you recognise from the Hellboy comics, Hellboy films or B.P.R.D comics are also intellectual property of Mike Mignola and Dark Horse.
On the plus side I own Fiona, Agent Platt, Charlotte Brennan and this work of fiction.
This is a purely fictional piece of work and any similarities to persons real or imagined, living or deceased are unintentional.
Author’s Notes: This fic is set in a slightly AU world. Mostly movie-verse with some comic-verse mixed in for fun this is set six years after the events of film one, except Professor Bruttenholm is still alive and sadly, Liz is no long with us. Also, film two and it's events never happened.
This fic can also be found at Fanfiction.net under the same name.
Also keep an eye out for 'The Icarus Files or scenes you didn't see' - a series of drabbles and ficlets based on scenes either cut from this fic or outside the events of this fic ;)