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Road to Valhalla: Hell's Return	By : Baxyratty Category: Hellsing > Crossovers Views: 1803 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 2-Of Shopping and Nightmares
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AN: Thanks again to shadowkittae for continueing to edit for me. More coming soon! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gwen Cooper was looking through the sandwich aisle of a small market in Cardiff when her phone rang. Ever since the incident with the creature known as the 456 she had taken it upon herself to rebuild Torchwood. Jack’s several year absence while he mourned the events of the accouter as well as the fact that their headquarters had been destroyed and she had a child made things difficult but not impossible. She had managed to recruit Lois Habiba and Johnson shortly after Jack’s departure, and convinced Martha Jones of UNIT to transfer to Torchwood as their new medical officer. When Jack finally returned things had returned to normal. He was able to have their headquarters rebuilt and they resumed their work. And Jack was still Jack. Even though she was now in her mid fifties Jack was no less demanding in his requests of Gwen. And as luck would have it, one of those demands would rear its ugly head right when she was trying to do something nice for him. “Gwen, we need you back at the hub ASAP.” Jack spoke quickly as soon as Gwen answered her phone. Gwen rolled her eyes at Rhys, her husband of over three decades, who was standing nearby holding a bag which contained various sandwiches. Even though he was not an official Torchwood member, Jack had warmed up to him, and let him stick around the hub and occasionally accompany them on missions since he had proven himself useful in the past. “Oh I know, but you need to eat just as much as I need to get back there,” she began in her motherly tone she had learned to adopt almost on command, “is ham and cheese ok?” Jack sighed; arguing with Gwen would waste time he didn’t have. “Yes, now would you please get back here?” “Be there in ten!” she chirped into her phone before ending the call. Whatever it was that Jack needed, it could wait for a few minutes. She shot he husband a loving smile before taking his hand, “Let’s go, love.” *** A small, but elegant black car pulled up alongside the market in Cardiff. Schrodinger was the first out of the car, followed by Seras, who exited the driver’s side. Her scowl had turned into a full grimace by now. The catboy had spent the entire trip playing the “are we there yet?” game, and it took all of her considerable will power to stop herself from pummeling the boy to jelly right where he now stood. “Vhat a gottdamt dump!” Schrödinger piped up after glancing around the street. Both the vampire and the catboy had exchanged their uniforms for street clothes. Seras had donned a brightly colored sundress and a pink hoodie, while Schrodinger had changed into simple white t-shirt, track shorts, and a black ski cap to cover his ears. “It is not!” Seras hissed through clenched teeth, trying to control her irritation, but the catboy merely shrugged and began heading into the market. “I like Munich better than zhis place,.” the boy stated in a matter-of-fact tone as Seras sighed and followed close behind. *** Gwen and Rhys had reached the checkout line when Schrödinger and Seras entered the store. Gwen tapped her husband on the shoulder. “Dear, could you take the food to Jack? I need to follow someone.” “Can’t you just—,” Rhys began before noticing that his wife hand already begun to walk down a nearby aisle. He sighed and walked out of the store, bag of sandwiches in hand. Meanwhile Gwen had activated her earpiece and had begun to follow the odd pair who had entered the store. There was nothing truly odd about them, except she could have sworn that the boy walking in front of the woman had pink eyes. She caught them browsing the cereal aisle, the woman browsing the aisle while pushing a full grocery cart, the youth was walking sullenly behind her, a pair of sunglasses now firmly held under the ski cap. “Vhy are ve here, Seras? I’m supposed to be getting a new uniform!” Seras sighed and pulled a box of sugar-laden cereal off the shelf and tossed it into the cart before replying. “We have some time before the tailor is ready for you, and the guards have been complaining about the lack of food in the barracks.” She smiled, “Besides, you’re going to have to do this from now on. You are our new butler after all.” The young butler-to-be behind her sighed and continued to follow the woman into another aisle, Gwen following close behind to keep tabs on the pair. “Jack, are you getting this?” Gwen whispered, and her boss’es voice came clearly through the earpiece: “Yes, I don’t think you have anything to worry about— we need you back here!” Gwen sighed as she turned the aisle, before being greeted by a strange sight; the teen had taken off his ski cap temporarily to quickly scratch his ears. Gwen’s mouth dropped, the boy had cat ears, black fuzzy cat ears! She quickly ducked behind the end of the aisle once again. “Jack, the boy has cat ears!” she whispered quickly. There was a pause on the other end before Jack replied: “Gwen, get back here now I’m sure it’s nothing.” “Yes sir.” She headed out of the market. *** Hours later the door to Integra’s office opened, and Hellsing’s younger vampire led her charge for the day into the room. His ears were flattened in a mix of embarrassment and anger, a fact which was further illustrated by his flushed cheeks. He was dressed in his new uniform, which consisted of a button-down white dress shirt, a black dress coat, knee- length black formal pants with matching belt, knee- length argyle socks and a pair of formal dress shoes. To top it all off he was also wearing a custom-made red tie emblazoned with the Hellsing crest. Integra raised a brow before returning to her paperwork. “That is acceptable. Schrödinger, you are dismissed for the time being. Seras, I need to speak with you.” Schrodinger sighed with relief. "Finally, some time alone!" he thought to himself, “I should see vhat the Kap…” he stopped before he could complete the thought, teleporting to his room. Once inside he nearly flew onto the simple bed, sobbing bitterly. “K-Kaptain ich Brauchst du!”(1) he moaned in the darkness of the room. He buried his face in the pillow and screamed before giving into the embrace of sleep. Tonight, however, even after 35 years of insomnia during his time with Alucard, sleep seemed to mock him. He dreamed, but not of a land of fantasy, or sweets, or chasing birds, or even one of the few happy memories he had. Instead his mind tortured him with visions of the last time he saw his beloved captain. He had just resurrected after being shot through the head for the second time that month. Not that he minded. The pain was only a flash and was gone by the time he reappeared, but it wasted time, time which at this stage of the Major’s plan he didn’t have. At the time he was running toward a staircase which would allow him to reach the observation deck. As he rounded the corner he was grabbed by the back of his uniform collar and pushed up against a wall. Perplexed and slightly frightened, the young catboy grabbed the hilt of his knife, the only item which he truly treasured, a gift from the Captain which had been inscribed with the motto of the SS:‘Meine Ehre hisst Treue.’ He was about to draw his blade and strike when he felt a firm but loving hand petting his ears. Schrödinger looked up into the saddened eyes of the Captain. His handsome Captain. Schrödinger smiled weakly before looking down to the floor before the Captain put a firm hand underneath the Warrant Officer’s chin, lifting it to plant a deep kiss on his secret lover’s lips. Schrödinger collapsed forward, wrapping his arms around the tall soldier’s waist, purring as the Captain licked his way into the boy’s mouth, tasting him deeply. The kiss lasted only a minute and Schrödinger was left breathless, leaning against the wall. He had never been kissed like that before. Sure he had been kissed by the Captain before: a quick kiss in the mess hall before others arrived, a short embrace as they passed each other in the hall, cleverly disguised as a near fall. Hell, they even snuck off the blimp a couple of times before the war to make love, but they had never kissed like that. For his part the Captain just ruffled the Warrant Officer’s thick blonde hair, a sad smile only faintly visible behind the upturned collar of his coat. With that final parting gesture, he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked towards the entrance to the blimp. “Nein!“ Schrodinger mentally screamed in the dream, “Nicht jetzt, nicht jetzt! Gehen Sie nicht weider ab!” (2) The teen reached out to grasp his lover but caught nothing but air! Schrödinger woke, his thin body drenched in a cold sweat. *** Panting heavily with anxiety and pale as a ghost, Schrödinger looked over at the digital clock which made its residence on the nightstand by the bed. Only an hour had passed since he had come back to his room, only an hour, yet long enough to produce one of the most horrible dreams he had ever had in all 105 years of his existence. He felt underneath his pillow for the treasured knife, he had hidden there before leaving with Seras earlier that day, but to his horror he felt nothing but sheets., Cursing himself mentally, he tossed the pillow aside, hoping that his groping hand had somehow just missed the blade, but there nothing there. The shock of this realization caused him to scramble out of bed and search his room top to bottom, and yet the knife was nowhere to be found.. Defeated and emotionally broken, he slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. He didn’t even have the energy to cry again, and for the first time in his life he wanted to die. He would have smothered himself with his pillow or hurled himself from a window if he didn’t know he would only reappear as soon as the last gasp of air passed from his body. Instead he stared blackly at the door to his room. After a few minutes the door opened, admitting Seras who stepped into his thoroughly disheveled room, eyeing a drawer which had been pulled out of a desk and cast aside. “Wow,” She began with a friendly smile, “you sure are disorganized for an ex- Nazi!” Searas had sensed something wrong with the youth as soon as she had opened the door, and she was trying to see if she could get the catboy to laugh or at least get a snarky comment; she received neither of the desired responses or any response for that matter, just the blank stare. Hellsing’s younger vampire frowned. “Are you alright kid?” she asked, her tone indicating real concern, but he didn’t respond.. Seras stepped closer to the bed. She was dressed in her uniform once more, not that Schrödinger took more than a seconds’ notice. He had lost his most treasured possession, the only physical reminder he had of his lover. Sure he had lost things in the past—some of Dok’s beakers, one of the Major’s maps, one of Rip’s opera records—but this was different; the knife was his and he couldn’t help but feel as if the Captain would be upset with him. He couldn’t care less what his new compatriot had to say… that was until she held out her hand, a hand which was handing him his knife, sheath and all. The blonde reached out and slowly took the knife from the older- looking woman and inspected the blade; everything was still the same, the weight, the inscription, even the little swastika that adorned the hilt. Schrodinger’s eyes lit up. “I hope that’s what you’re looking for. I came in here a half an hour ago, you seemed to be having a nightmare,.” Seras said with an honest smile as she took notes of the utter mess he’d made of the room., “I found this on the floor next to the bed, so I took the liberty to get it blessed by the Chaplin. You’ll find it’ll work better against the types of creatures we encounter. Just be careful not to touch the blade—it might burn you.” Schrodinger replaced his prized possession in its sheath and clutched it to his chest the way a small child would a stuffed bear for a moment before he stood and gently placed the weapon into his belt. “Thank you Fraulein, I thought I had lost it,” he said softly. “No problem,” she said with a smile before pausing and tossing a small brown package onto the bed. “I think that’s meant for you. Open it later though; I think Sir Integra wants you to accompany her somewhere.” Schrodinger smiled and nodded, following the Draculina out of his room. Finally he’d have a chance to get his mind off the ghosts of the past, and hell, maybe he could finally have some fun. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Translations (1) C-Captain I need you! (2) Not yet, not yet! Don't leave again!
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