Prompt 7: Billy Talent "Surrender"

Title: Talking with Family

Series: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Hellsing

Rating: um..PG?

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER, HELLSING OR THE SONG. THIS WAS CREATED OUT OF FUN AND NOT PROFIT.

Summary: Xander sits and chats with one of his family members about life.

AN: This story is a repost since I was far from happy with the first set. I'm going through them chapter by chapter and posting them together in full sets. Starting with Hellsing. Please, review and watch.

By the way, I had SO much trouble getting this bitch up! Be happy. Otherwise I pout at you people!

POV and tense changes!

Can we please note that the lovely SONG mentioned above is just a PROMPT? Thank you.

Watching her from across the street, he noticed the book that she let herself read but only when waiting for him. The rest of the time found the book was locked up tight in a drawer, along with the cherry flavored cigars she enjoyed so much. Standing here, watching her, he can't help but smile happily at the sight of that book.

He noticed that she had pulled her hair back into a ponytail, different from its usual style and that the severe suit was replaced with a long sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans. It made her seem younger than she actually was. Moving from his spot, he walked across the street and towards her table at the café.

Sitting down across from her, he waited for her to put the book down. Watching her read a few more pages before inserting a book mark, setting it aside, he raised an eye brow as she picking up her cigar and tooks a long drag before turning those piercing eyes onto him, smiling softly. Not many people saw that smile; he was lucky.

"Hello, Aunt Integra," he greets, smiling at her. A waiter places a cup of tea down next to him and asked him if he would like something else. He waves off the question and the waiter walks away. She picks up her own cup and sips at it, only after adding a dollop of honey. It was the only thing that she would ever actually add to her tea.

"Hello, Alexander," she replied, smirking at his look of distaste. He hated being called by his full, first name. He snorted softly, sipping his tea after adding the honey to it as well.

Stirring it absentmindedly, he looked over my aunt, deducing how her night job was treating her.

There were a few more defined lines around her eyes than had been there before, frown lines marring the space between her eyebrows while her eyes were a little duller, though still full of life and love. Her hair was a bit more on the gray side, than the silver that she was so known for. Watching her, he knew she was looking him over, trying to see how his own night life was treating him.

He knows she can see the weariness in his eyes, even if he is only seventeen years old. She can see the sadness etched on his face that only constant fighting can place there. He knows she can see the way his hair brushes over his eyes and shoulders, giving him a soft look. It hides the sadness well. Smiling, he tilts his head to the side and waits for her to say something.

"You look a little rough around the edges. Nights treating you hard?" she asks in a strong voice, softened by her love for the young man. Nodding, he sips his tea again.

"Yeah. I've been studying and researching for the ascension. It's been driving me nuts," he replies, playing with his own tea cup. His eyes don't meet hers, but he feels her nod.

"How are things on the Faith front?" she asked, being one of the three people to know about Faith and the whole situation. He smirked and shook his head.

"Everything is fine I suppose. How is work going for you?" he asks her, getting a raised eyebrow in response.

"It's fine. Alucard is still driving me nuts. His servant is learning faster, now that she's settled into her life," Integra tells him, idly playing with her napkin. Xander nods and smile, knowing what working with difficult people is like.

They sat and talked, updating each other about their lives and the people in them. Soon enough they were saying their goodbyes. As he watched her leave, he finished his tea. It was now luke warm if not bordering on cold. He knew she would go home, sleep for a few hours, and then get up, drag on her suit and go out to fight darkness with darkness.

And all the while, she will wonder how he could look so happy, when she knows how sad he really was.