A/N: This is a little side story. I've always wondered what Integra really said to Alucard the night he turned Seras, aside from the half-page that Kohta reserved for it...but he basically let us wonder what happened afterward. I decided to write my version about it, and again, it's just a little scene or two about what I think would have happened. There is AlucardxSeras, but that's only because it's supposed to be that way! He really loves both Integra and Seras...or, at least...it attracted to them... :)

Disclaimer: I do NOT, in any way, own Hellsing or the characters in it. It is owned by Kohta Hirano, Dark Horse Manga, and any other business or people who assisted in creating these fascinating characters!

The Give and Take of Relationships

"So what if I did it?" Alucard questioned. Did it really matter why he did it?

"It was a direct violation against the Hellsing Organization, against our Royal charter with the monarchy, and against the Protestant Church! What am I going to tell the Queen?" Sir Integra shouted, "I cannot believe you would do something so ignorant!" she smacked one hand on the wooden table and crushed her entire cigar on the ashtray next to a stack of unopened papers with the other hand.

Alucard growled. Ignorant? Ignorance implied that he was lacking in knowledge, training, or information; that he was uninformed, unaware, and unlearned. He was FAR from that, especially when he made his new fledgling.

"I…I apologize, my master. It won't happen again," Alucard gritted his teeth and bit at his lip until it bled.

Sir Integra frowned at him, her glare never ceasing. He often wondered if she would prematurely grey in her thirties after the kind of stress he put her through. But the action he took, the action he did to create a fledgling was not born of a desire to fluster and anger his master, unbeknownst to Integra.

"You had better promise me that it won't happen again," Sir Integra's voice carried a dangerous edge to it.

Alucard had to stifle a laugh; Integra was so cute when she became flustered. The redness in her cheeks, her raised voice, the racing heart beat, her chest rising and falling with each breath. If Integra really wished to get a point across, she should say it without such emotion. He couldn't really think of the bad he'd done when she looked so…so delicious.

"Really, what were your intentions? Is she that beautiful? Was it for the reason that you shot her, and wished to give her another means to live?" Sir Integra's voice had changed. She had covered it well with anger still, but underneath layers of it, he could hear the hint of curiosity that drove the question forth from her lips.

"Who can say why? She chose this path, I merely offered it to her," Alucard answered cryptically.

And though Sir Integra wished that she could cause him enough pain by activating his seals until they burned right through his skin, she knew she shouldn't…couldn't. He wouldn't even feel it, not unless she was in any real danger. Hell, such an act of regression would probably make him laugh. She just gave him another frown, common of her these days, and turned around in disgust.

"Alright. I'll make you a deal," Sir Integra offered.

Alucard's face lit up, overcome with slight surprise and intrigue, "The Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing is offering to make me, a lowlife servant, a deal?"

"Just shut up and listen, it was a figure of speech more than anything else," Sir Integra said over her shoulder and through her teeth, "If you train your newly found fledgling, and you train her damn well, take care of her and her…turning, then I may consider having her stay here."

May? May consider? What irony, her calling him the ignorant one. Did she know nothing of newly turned vampires and their relationships with their sires? Whether Integra ended up kicking Seras out or not, it would take all of Britain's finest to try and separate Seras from him…and then Alucard to kill her. And there was no way he would do that, there was no way he could do that. He wasn't even sure if the seals were stronger than the blood relationship and bond that a vampire has with its fledgling. After all, that connection that the two have is centuries older than the seals themselves. It could very well overpower the seals of bondage on him, if challenged. But perhaps that is what Integra is fearful of in the first place.

"Master," Alucard turned to his side and walked slowly in an attempt to look less abrasive, "Is the reason, perhaps, behind this…this conversation, not only one of violation, but also because of the seals and their power over such a connection between sire and fledgling?"

Sir Integra heaved a great sigh, and apparently his little side steps had looked disarming enough, for she had taken a seat in her leather chair. Papers challenged her tall height as they stacked almost to her collar bone. She pulled on a drawer on her right hand side and picked out another Cuban cigar. She reached for the lighter on the other side of the mound of papers, but her servant was faster and handed it to her. She took it gently, and he sensed most of the anger drain out of her; weariness stood in its stead.

"It has crossed my mind, but most of all, I fear that she could get in our way. I…I know she was in the police force, and I know she was a good person. I've no doubt in that, and I don't wish to hurt her. But so help me, if she gets in my way, our way, Alucard-"

"It will not happen, I can tell you that, as a promise," Alucard looked straight into those blue sapphire eyes and stood his ground. It only took a moment for Integra to believe him.

"Aye. You are dismissed until further notice, my servant," Sir Integra waved her hand and gripped a writing pen to start the mountainous task of filling out the papers bestowed to her on the desk.

Alucard smiled, knowing she would ultimately trust him and his accurate judgment. He appreciated that she was brutally honest with him; most of his nobles and even his family centuries ago were not so with him, and his hatred of people who were evasive, dishonest, or complete sophists reflected in his harsh and cruel punishment of impalement years later when he became ruler of Wallachia. Her servant nonchalantly exited the room with silent footsteps. He heard her softly groan at the intrusion of a phone ringing, and this time, he couldn't help but chuckle.

To Seras, then, he thought in his mind.