I don't think a lot of people have done something like this for Walter, so let's see how that goes, shall we?
We The Damned
Chapter One
The day had been an ordinary one, thus far. Integra was doing her usual work with Walter there to serve tea as well as comment when necessary. They were heading into more detail on a recent mission report until the phone started ringing. "Yes?" Integra answered. She listened intently to what the person was saying. "I see, just one moment," she turned to look at Walter, "An American lawyer by the name of Peter Daniels. He says he needs to speak with you."
The veteran only nodding before moving to take the phone. "Hello?" He questioned. "Yes, this is Walter C. Dornez." Walter's face changed as he listened to the person at the other end of the line; it was an expression that bore of astonishment and disbelief. "That's absurd," he started, the tone of his voice matching his expression. "Yes, I did." A bit more time past and his features hardened. "Yes, that was his name."
Integra's brow only rose as she watched her most trusted man bare an expression she thought she'd never see on him: complete and utter shock. "I see..." There was a long pause as he continued listening, but after about ten minutes, he nodded. "I'll try and make the arrangements, then. Thank you for calling."
He hung up, a flash of pain passing through his gaze. "Sir Integra."
"Yes Walter, what is it?" She asked him.
He cleared his throat. "I apologize for the short notice, but it appears I have to prepare a room in the manner. I'm expecting company." He stated.
Integra's features relaxed, her serious air returning. "For how long? And who, for that matter?" She asked him.
Walter let out a depressing sigh. "I'm afraid I can't say how long, Sir Integra. I can only tell you what I know of our guest."
Cassandra sat in the conference room, patiently; trying to avoid eye contact with the social worker and waiting impatiently for Mr. Daniels to show up. He was her family's lawyer, and she begged him to help her find Walter. She remembered her father telling her about him, or what little he remembered about him, that is. He hadn't seen Hellsing's butler since he was six, but he remembered enough.
Living in England and working for Sir Hellsing, her father made it clear that out of everyone they knew, he'd want her to go to Walter if anything happened to him. He was actually planning a trip to England that summer so they could meet, but it seemed as though that was no longer necessary. She was by herself now; she didn't know where her father was and she had too much respect for him in order to go with anyone else.
She remembered begging Peter Daniels to find him. It wasn't like she had anywhere else to go as it was; it was between him and a foster house, and she didn't want a taste of that. All Cassandra could hope for was that she made the right choice.
Finally, Peter Daniels walked in; a smile on his face. "I just got off the phone with him. He'll be expecting you at Heathrow Airport in London first thing tomorrow morning." The teen smiled sadly; at least he said yes.
Another Hellsing fic; hope you've enjoyed! :)
~ K. Fang-sama