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I don't own Hellsing, and I'm not making any money from this.

Syn had always loved the flower gardens surrounding the cottage. It was a gorgeous place in the spring. Tiger lilies, violets, and snapdragons bordered the cobblestone pathways, and climbing vines of wild roses made their home on the exterior walls of the house. She gently cradled one of the pink blossoms between her fingers and inhaled the fragrance.

"Syn! The tea is ready!"

The redhead dropped her hand from the flower. "Coming momma!" She called out.

The small kitchen was bright and warm from the sunlight streaming in from the windows overlooking the sink. A white ceramic teapot was laid out on the table, surrounded by bottles of lemon juice, honey, and a small bowl of sugar cubes. Kris poured her a cup while Uncle Jonas sat reading his newspaper.

"Would you like a snickerdoodle?" her mother asked as she slid the cup and saucer toward her. "I made some just for you."

Oh, she loved her mother's snickerdoodles. They had to be the most delicious things on earth. She nodded eagerly and took two from the plate held out to her. Placing one of them in her mouth, she grabbed the honey and poured some into her tea.

Her uncle glanced over the top of his paper and sniffed. "I can't believe you do that. It ruins perfectly good tea."

"Don't be a cad, Jonas." Kris admonished as she sat down. "You don't have to make the rest of us miserable because you have no taste. And put that thing away! We're supposed to be visiting, not worrying about the news."

The newspaper was folded up and tossed on an empty chair. As Syn raised her cup to take a sip, she realized something. She hadn't seen her mother in years, and Jonas had been sick when he left her... He had never planned to come back. She carefully put her teacup back on it's saucer.

"I'm dead, aren't I?"

Her mother reached over and patted her hand. "For now. But this is only a short visit." she told her. "Now drink your tea before it gets cold."

Strangely, the thought of being dead wasn't disturbing so much as confusing. She obediently took a sip from her cup.

"I don't understand." she said. "If I'm dead, why is this a short visit? I can't stay here with you?"

"You have to go back." Jonas told her. "You have a piece of Alucard's soul, and he has a piece of yours. Neither of you can truly die unless you die together." he shrugged. "It shocked the hell out of me. I never thought the vampire would do it."

"Well, I think it's hopelessly romantic." Kris gushed, then turned back to Syn. "You're welcome to stay for as long as you like, but if you stay here too long, you're going to wind up having to dig yourself out of a grave." she made a face. "I can't imagine that being very pleasant."

Syn blinked at them. What?

"Am I not human anymore?"

"No, baby, you're still human. Just special." her mother told her.

Jonas nodded. "By the way, when you found those notes I left for you, did you take all the books too?"

The redhead nodded.

"Good. Read them and learn them. You'll be able to use them now." he said. He reached out and selected a snickerdoodle from the plate. "And for the love of God, tell that vampire of yours to at least teach you how to summon his familiar so I won't have to watch you go through another mess like this one. If it happens again, I'm going to go down there and haunt him."

Wait, was he talking about Baskerville? Alucard's hellhound? Holy crap, she could do that?

Kris smacked Jonas on the back of the head. "You'll do no such thing! The vampire may be a monster, but he's family now. We don't treat family that way." She gave the man a look of disapproval, then turned to Syn with a smile. "Now, I hear you're going to be making a blood seal. You'll need graveyard dirt, and I don't want you stealing it from someone else's grave. That is beyond rude. Use some from mine. And when you finish that gun for Edmund, you tell him that I said to man up. He'll know what it means."

The redhead had the sinking feeling that the family reunion was coming to a close. But she didn't want to leave. She wanted to stay here with her family, drinking tea and enjoying the flowers like she had in her childhood. She watched as her mother pulled a chair directly in front of her and took her face into her hands.

"Mom...?" she asked.

Kris studied her with soft, kind eyes full of love. "I am so sorry I couldn't be there to watch you grow up. You have become an amazing young woman, and I am so proud of you." her lips pulled into a wide smile of knowing. "And just you wait until you see him! He's going to be beautiful and the moment you see him, you'll fall in love with him just like he was yours."

Huh? Syn had no idea what she was talking about. Maybe she was talking out of her head. Her mother had done that a lot when she was alive.

"Wha..."

"He's calling for you, Syn." her uncle interrupted. "Can you hear?"

Remember this, Syn. Alucard's voice drifted up out of nowhere. He didn't sound angry, and he wasn't pleading... just... reminding her of something important. You are too stubborn to die this way. You remember this, and you come back.

A gentle weight suddenly manifested in her hand, and she looked down. It was her necklace with the bullet. Hadn't it been taken from her? She remembered how she had come into possession of it. She had been shot, and as a child she had sworn that she wouldn't die that way. She had so much strength then... Did staying here with her family mean giving up?

I need you to come back.

She blinked. Syn had never heard Alucard say he 'needed' anything before. And if he needed her... she couldn't stay here. She looked at her uncle, then her mother.

"I... have to go."

"Of course you do, baby." Kris said with an understanding smile. "It's just out the door."

So Syn got up from the table, gave both of them hugs goodbye, and went to the door that led out to the gardens. Her hand on the knob, she gently pulled it open.

And she went back.

They all waited, watching the monitors that showed no signs of life. Five minutes passed. Then ten. Then fifteen. There was no change. Just that single flat line and the mechanical whine. But Alucard never moved from her bedside. He kept talking in soft, but serious tones, telling her to stop whatever she was doing and come back.

Then there was a beep.

Everyone's eyes shot to the heart monitor. It was very weak and slow, but there was a heartbeat. The doctors and nurses stared at it in confused shock.

"Tha... that's not possible..."

Alucard just snorted like he thought all of them were imbeciles and stepped back from the woman.

"Fix her." he said. "And don't let her die again."

They all swallowed nervously and went back to work – picking up the jobs they had dropped when her heart stopped beating. The vampire reappeared in the observation room to stand guard and watch their every move through the glass.

"Alucard..." Integra began, looking back and forth between him and the redhead on the operating table. "What did you do?"

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. "I reminded her of where she belongs. She is a very stubborn creature. If she gets lost, she'll find her way back."

Syn remained unconscious in the hospital wing for three days. The others came and went for short visits, but Alucard himself refused to leave. He didn't drink, didn't sleep, and kept a constant vigil from the chair at her bedside, his feet propped up on the edge of the mattress. Any time one of the medical staff came in to check the machines or draw blood for some sort of test, it was always under the vampire's watchful eye. When Edmund, Integra, Seras or Pip came to check in, the response he gave was always the same: she's alive. Whether the question was 'is she okay?' or 'how is she doing?' that's all he would say. She's alive. After 48 hours of watching her vampire sit in the same position without moving or blinking, Integra went down to attempt to talk some sense into him.

"Alucard, this is getting ridiculous. I have no objections to you staying down here, but I do have a problem with you starving yourself." she told him, completely serious.

He glanced at her blandly. "I survived 50 years without a drop of blood." he reminded her. "A few days is no bother. I will drink when she wakes."

The knight crossed her arms over her chest. "You didn't make this much of a fuss when the police girl was in the hospital."

"The police girl is my fledgling. Syn is not." he replied. "There is a difference."

Integra thought it interesting he made a point of distinguishing the difference between their roles. Not that Syn was human, while Seras wasn't, but that they meant different things to him. She turned her eyes to the frail looking woman on the bed.

"Do you love her, vampire?"

Alucard shot her a sideways glance. "Do you love that boy of yours, Master?" he asked, turning the tables.

She sniffed. "Edmund is not a boy, and that's none of your damn business."

He quirked a brow as if to return the sentiment. It was none of her business. As he turned back to watch over his charge, Integra wondered if perhaps there was a point to that. Maybe giving something a label didn't matter, so long as it worked. She turned on her heel to leave the pair of them be.

"I'll give you 24 hours." she told him. "If she hasn't woken up by then, I will order you to drink, and I will accept no arguments about it."

Her hand was on the door and she was about to open it when Alucard's voice made her pause.

"She gives me peace, Integra." he said in a low, quiet tone. "I've lived for centuries, and it is not something I've experienced often. Such a rare thing is to be cherished when it comes."

So that was the answer to her question, the knight mused as she pulled open the door. Without looking back, she gave a short nod of understanding and stepped out.

Spending time in her mother's sunshine bathed garden made being back in her body difficult. Syn floated in a gray mist, drowning in the drugs that kept her from feeling too much. She had no idea how long she was there, slowly digging through the mass of fog, but she managed to clamber her way through and get back to herself. And Jesus it hurt. She had to fight to not immediately retreat from it. It wasn't the blinding, mind numbing pain of the torture, but the dull ache of still-healing injuries and the soreness of muscles unused for days. Her eyes opened and she blinked at the light.

"Welcome back, little goddess."

She turned her head to find Alucard sitting in a chair pulled up alongside her bed. His crimson eyes wandered over her form, taking her in.

"I was beginning to wonder if you had fallen into a coma." he said at last.

Coma? She must have been out for a while then. She coughed past the dryness in her throat.

"How long was I..."

"Three days."

Syn blinked up at the ceiling, her memories a jumbled up mess. Three days was a long time. She poured through her thoughts, trying to figure out exactly what happened. She remembered being attacked by Alucard's brother and she remembered the pain... but the details were fuzzy. There were some things she had to have imagined or dreamed because there was no way they could have really happened.

But when she attempted to wiggle her fingers for the first time, the redhead found that she couldn't. Every one of her fingers were splinted, and her hands heavily wrapped. The right side of her head and her throat were both bandaged. She gingerly reached up and touched the side of her head.

My ear...

She lifted up the sheets tucked around her. There were tubes coming out of the sides of her chest, and there were bandages soaked through with blood. The knife...

"Stop it." Alucard said gently, but firmly. He took her hands away to let the sheet fall back down. "There are some things best left buried."

But they weren't buried. Syn remembered everything. Those were memories she would have to live with forever. Radu had taken things away from her... violated her and left marks that would never go away. For the rest of her life, every time she looked in the mirror, there would be a reminder of how broken and damaged she was.

She was so lost in her thoughts and fears of what she would now have to deal with that she didn't immediately notice the vampire rise from his chair to join her on the bed. Careful of all the tubes and IV's, he laid down beside her and gently pulled her into his arms.

"You're not damaged." he told her. "And you haven't been broken. It is easy to lay down and die. It's a much harder thing to live. You came back, and you have survived."

He made it sound like such a noble thing – survival. But it was hard to see it in such a light when the whole mess never should have happened. J.J... Her stubbornness had killed him and caused everything else. She clutched at his coat as tears welled up in her eyes.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry." she said, trying not to sob. "I should have let you go with me..."

"Hush." he told her. "We cannot live in a world of 'shoulds'. What's done is done, and we must move on."

The redhead sniffed. Damn it, I am not going to cry. I am not.

"Would you do me a favor?" she asked quietly.

"Hmm?"

"The next time I act stubborn and want to do something stupid, just ignore me and tie me down or something."

The vampire's chest rumbled with a soft chuckle. "You may come to regret that request, my dear. I hardly need another reason to put you in restraints." He leaned down closer to her ear. "And I prefer you stubborn. Without that delightful quality of yours, we would never have an argument and I would never see you angry. And you are always at your most beautiful when you're angry with me."

Oh, Syn could have wept at the sound of that. She had thought she would never get to hear him say those words again. It was going to be okay. She let out a small laugh, then grew quiet as she thought of something.

"Did you kill him?"

"I came close." Alucard replied with a small growl. Syn pulled back to see his pupils narrowed to slits. "Your blood weakened him, and when he saw he had no chance of winning, the coward ran."

The redhead's brows furrowed. "You didn't follow him?"

"I did. I chased him down for miles." he paused and looked at her intently. "I came back when I felt you die."

So he had come back for her, and Radu was still out there somewhere. She swallowed.

"Alucard... he... he took my necklace. My ring. And Lasher is..."

Lasher was gone. Could her spirit survive without his gun?

"I got them back. They're here." he placed her hand over the breast pocket of his suit jacket. "You may wear them both again when you're well. And I believe your Lasher has taken up residence in my gun until you can formulate a replacement."

Syn blinked. Lasher was in Alucard's gun? "Excuse me?"

"Your spirit is living in my gun." Alucard repeated. "And now my spirit is constantly complaining about having to share his 'personal willis space' with a new roommate."

Wow. So Lasher was now living with the scary spirit he said looked like a child molester, and Alucard's gun spirit had finally revealed itself to him. Considering everything she had heard, she couldn't help but be curious.

"Well?" she asked, wondering what his spirit looked like.

The vampire didn't look the least bit amused. "It looks like Bruce Willis."

"Bruce Willis." she repeated, staring at him. "As in... Die Hard, The 5th Element, and Armageddon Bruce Willis?"

"Yes."

She couldn't help it. The redhead coughed. Then snorted. Then buried her face in his coat and laughed until her sides ached. Alucard's gun was the movie star known killing things and blowing shit up. How perfect was that?

Yes, everything was going to be okay.

I seriously hope you guys didn't think I was actually going to kill her off. I have 30 something chapters to go!

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