Not Helping
by TwinEnigma
Warnings: Crossover, Drabble, One-shot, spoilers for Season 2 of Reaper and Hellsing
AN: posted this on my LJ a while back. Migrating it over.
The Devil was smiling and, in the book of Sam Oliver, Reaper, that could only mean trouble.
"I have your new assignment," the Devil said, his smile never slipping. "I think you'll enjoy this one."
Sam stared at the file on the latest escaped soul and blanched. "I knew it. You're trying to kill me."
"Nonsense, Sammy. You're just imagining things," the Devil replied, clearly amused.
Sam frowned, looking down at the folder, muttering under his breath, "Doubtful."
"You'll be fine," the Devil said, clapping him on the shoulder in a way that was supposed to be fatherly and assuring but left the Reaper feeling disconcerted and squeamish. "If the soul gives you any real trouble, you can just tell him who you really are and give him the ol' one-two."
Somehow, Sam had the feeling that would only piss this soul off. "Look, why can't Morgan do this? You said he needed more experience!"
"Your brother has another assignment," the Devil waved his hand in dismissal. "Besides, Sam, you have a real talent for the job. It's a shame for you to ignore it."
The compliment made Sam's stomach turn.
"Oh, come on, Sam," the Devil said, giving him another falsely affectionate pat on the shoulder. "I've got a present for you."
It was the vessel, of course, as it had been the last few times. Inside the wooden box was a single bayonet as long as his forearm.
When Sam looked up, the Devil was gone and he was alone, far, far from the Work Bench, holding the folder and bayonet. Looking down at the folder, he suppressed the urge to shudder as he read the name again:
Alexander Anderson.