Author's note: I do not own Hellsing, X-men, or their characters. This is a sequel to A Year in American.
Merry Old England
Rogue had her doubts about this mission. Really, they shouldn't be doing this at all. A group of the senior X-Men had been in England with Professor Xavier for a presentation he was giving. An incident occurred that involved mutants, and off they had run without stopping to think about things. Rogue remembered even if the others didn't that England had their own agencies for dealing with problems that weren't strictly mundane.
Still, she was cautiously optimistic so far. They weren't exactly gaining a lot of ground against this mind controlled horde, but at least no one had showed up claiming they were overstepping their bounds or trying to attack them. But they weren't really winning the fight either. Rogue wasn't really sure that they were dealing with a mutant even if the professor had a mutant signature to go on. These things seemed more like what Integra Hellsing had described as "ghouls" during the year she had lived at the Xavier Institute.
A petite blond in a red uniform shouldered past her. "Excuse me, miss."
The next thing Rogue knew the woman had whipped out a gigantic gun and was aiming it at the crowd. Without even a moment's hesitation, she fired. A large gaping hole appeared in the midst of the horde. Rogue was now aware of what looked like military troops fanning out and engaging the enemy. A man with a hat and a rather long braid looked over at the blond with a grin.
"Not bad, mignonette. Is your master going to make an appearance?"
The blond shook her head and fired again. "Not for piffle like this. Especially since Sir Integra isn't out in the field. Although…"
Her voice trailed off as she cast a glance at Rogue and the rest of the X-Men. The others had pulled back when these people had showed up. Rogue watched as the man with the hat and the woman gave orders and fought. Within ten minutes, things were dealt with. Rogue had a sinking feeling that the X-Men might be in over their heads. That feeling was confirmed when Scott confronted the woman.
"Just who are you people? And what are you doing firing artillery like that in a city and killing innocent people? We might have been able to save some of them or help them."
The blond raised an eyebrow. "Commander Seras Victoria of Hellsing. Who are you? I am doing my duty here. It's my job to deal with issues like this."
Scott looked taken aback. "Hellsing? Does that have anything to do with Integra Hellsing?"
"You know Sir Hellsing?"
"She's a mutant like us." Scott shrugged. "Even if she won't admit it."
Commander Victoria did not look impressed. She sighed. "I suppose I'll have to take you lot back to headquarters then."
Before she could do anything though, a car pulled up. Commander Victoria swore.
"Damn. Well, there goes a routine operation."
Rogue recognized the woman who stepped out of the car. It had been years since she had seen Integra Hellsing, but the woman had not changed too much. She looked older and had grown some, but she still sported long blond hair and ice blue eyes hidden behind glasses. She was dressed in a dark grey suit as she stalked over to them.
"Sir Hellsing, I didn't expect to see you here. It is a routine mission after all."
Integra made a negligent wave. "I caught the comment about weirdos in spandex and thought I might know the culprits."
"Is Master with you?"
Integra gave the woman a look. Commander Victoria held her hands up.
"I'll go collect Captain Bernadette and the rest of the Wild Geese."
"Thank you, police girl." It was a pointed dismissal. Integra turned to the X-Men. "I don't suppose you have a reason for infringing on my jurisdiction?"
Scott bristled. "There was a mutant involved."
Integra gave a weary sigh and muttered something Rogue couldn't quite catch her breath. It probably wasn't complimentary. However, before things could get even more awkward, a figure in red materialized behind Integra. She didn't seem to acknowledge the person but sighed again.
"Alucard, I am not in the mood. I'm not going to shatter simply because I'm going about my normal duties, nor am I in any danger presently."
The vampire wrapped a possessive arm around Integra's waist. "You don't need to be here at all. The police girl could have handled things just fine."
"I really don't need to deal with an international incident, and we both know that they could cause one." Integra did not try to resist the embrace. "If you're so keen on getting me out of here, you might want to save your arguments for when we get home."
Rogue just shook her head. Something had changed between those two other the years, but they still argued like they had when Integra had been in America. Still, the vampire was old enough to know better about arguing with women about things like this. Integra let out a third sigh and addressed Scott once again.
"Commander Victoria will see to your transportation. We address this incident back at Hellsing's headquarters." Her tone brooked no arguments.
Rogue let out sigh of her own. So much for a simple trip to England.
Seras would admit to being slightly puzzled. She had seen a number of strange things since joining Hellsing, and truthfully, this wasn't that odd. The timing was rather inconvenient, but she really couldn't see the problems these people posed. Of course, she wasn't really clear on who these people where. But Sir Integra seemed to know them. Still, the timing was rather inconvenient. Sir Integra had not been in the best of moods lately. Her master was the cause of that. Ever since they had found out that Sir Integra was pregnant, her master had been rather overprotective of his master. Seras didn't know the details of exactly how her master had managed it, but not only had her master gotten Sir Integra pregnant, he was also driving her up the wall with his fussing. Seras did her best to be sympathetic and stay out of the way.
Shaking her head, the vampire approached the man Sir Integra had addressed before.
"If you'd follow me, we're about ready to leave."
Thankfully, it didn't take long to get everyone herded into the vehicles. Seras found herself sitting beside on of the strangers on the ride back (Pip wasn't letting her drive, claiming something about wanting to get back will all limbs intact.) The woman didn't much older than she was, but she did have two white streaks in her auburn hair. She was speaking quietly in French to the man beside her. The woman turned to her suddenly.
"I'm Rogue." Her voice carried a soft accent.
"Seras. How do you all know Sir Hellsing?"
Rogue shrugged. "She went to school with us for a year in the States. It was…educational, I think for all involved."
Seras bit her lip. "How much do you all know about Hellsing?"
"We know about vampires and about Alucard. I'm not sure how much the others actually remember of what Integra told us." Rogue offered her a half smile. "As evidenced by the charge into a situation we knew nothing about, there are times when we're not exactly the most sensible bunch. Have you been with Hellsing long?"
She shook her head. "Only about five year now. It took me some time to adjust, but I've come to really like it. It's certainly better than the alternative."
Seras didn't mention what that alternative was. She had the feeling that none of these people had realized that she herself was a vampire yet. It wouldn't hurt to keep them in the dark, and it wouldn't help her any if they freaked out because of it. Thankfully, it would be a fairly short drive back to the Hellsing mansion. Then Sir Integra could deal with these people, and the whole mess would be out of her hands.
