I do not own Hellsing.
I do enjoy watching it and reading it.
This was originally intended as a one shot, but to keep a promise and because it has potential I'm going to extend it further.

Seras stormed away down the corridor shaking her head. Her stomach roiled and she rubbed at her thigh feeling somewhat dirty for Pip's actions back in the room.
It wasn't that Pip wasn't attractive, but it his attitude turned him from what might be seen in a romantic light as a bit of a loveable rogue into the reality of being a perverted, womanising mercenary.
"Hey, that was uncalled for!" the Frenchman warned from behind her.
She turned and saw him leaning against the wall, cigarette in his mouth and a smirk on his face.
"You'll hurt my feelings." he teased her with a chiding finger.
She growled and snapped "Can't you tell when a woman's upset?"
Pip nodded an affirmative and tilted his head in thought, then his face brightened up. "Hey, you know, I can think of several ways to cheer you up sweet heart!" he laughed.

Seras strode forward and smacked the cigarette out of his hand.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" she shouted angrily into his face, now completely fed up of his jokes and behavior.
Pip raised his hands in a pleading gesture and stepped back into the shadows where he faded.
The dissapearing trick was so similar to her Master's she was painfully reminded of Alucards absence.
She wished for a second he was around to explain why her familiar could walk around freely and touch her witohut consent when all of his familiars had been bottled up within him.

As she returned to her cell and pushed open the door she was faced once again with Pip Bernadette, however this time he seemed less jovial.
"You need to control that temper Seras." he warned her "Otherwise it's going to make you into a monster like Alucard."
Seras clenched her fists and let out a cry of exasperation
"WHAT PART OF GET LOST DON'T YOU GET PIP?"
The mercenary rolled his eyes "The part where I can't do that - you forget I'm inside of you?" he tapped a finger to her head "I can't very well go away if this is home now, can I?"
Seras sighed and went over to her bed before collapsing into it, the very mimic of a fed up teenager.
"God this is going to be hard work..." she mumbled through the pillow.

she felt a gloved hand pat her head reassuringly.
"There, there." Pip said sympathetically "I'll stop teasing. I promise."
She looked up slowly, her deep blue eyes measuring his words.
"Promise?" she said finally.
The Frenchman chuckled and pulled out a fresh cigarette "Of course my darling!" he replied lighting it up and taking a draw.
She crinkled her nose "Don't smoke around me." she told him.
He rasied an eyebrow "What's it going to do? Kill you?" he joked.
"Pip." she warned him it would be worse if he pushed any further.
"Oh all right!" he said and made a scene of leaving the room.
She sighed and leaned back, pressing the button to close the coffin lid and tried to get comfortable as everything went dark.

Later the alarm went off inside her room. It wasn't very loud, but the alarm triggered the bed to rise from it's position. Seras mumbled a small complaint about just getting to sleep.
"Wakey wakey, rise and shine!" a voice called to her in her mind.
"No... a few more minutes..." she mumbled, rolling over.
A hand shook her shoulder and she opened her eyes blearily.
"Wake up mignonette!" the Frenchman shook her "le patron vous veut en haut!"
Seras groaned "Stop saying it all in French Pip, I don't understand you!"
he grinned broadly "But it wakes you up, yes? I said the boss wants you upstairs. Come on now, up you get."

The 'boss' gave Seras a look as she came into the study. Integra's cool eyes were disapproving.
"Ten minutes Seras." she warned "That's not good enough."
The girl winced "I'm sorry sir."
Integra dismissed the apology. She'd said her bit already, she pushed a dossier forward from a pile in front of her.
"There has been an outbreak in the Central Hospital in London. Tonights assignment is simple, search out and destroy all freaks. You've got the blueprints of the hospital in front of you."
Seras stiffened to attention. "Yes sir, my master."
Integra smiled at her honourific title, she looked up after a few seconds and saw Seras leafing through the file.
"Seras? What are you waiting for?" she pressed gently.
Seras blushed "Right!" she concentrated and dissapeared, a shadow amongst the night that closed in quickly.

At the hopsital things were quickly being dealt with, all civiallians were being held back by MI5 operatives and police. Journalists were being forcibly removed by men in suits. Hellsing was very clear on this matter; vampires, as far as the world needed to know, were the stuff of fantasy.
Seras looked down from the roof and whistled slowly, it was quite a crowd.
This needed to be dealt with fast.
"Pip, I need your help with this one." she seemed to be talking to herself.
A second later the Frenchman appeared behind her, a confident smirk on his face "Then lets get to work Seras."
It was a systematic approach, Pip worked his way down the stairs and assisted the few SAS operatives that had been loaned to Hellsing by Sir John Islands in their task of 'ghoul hunting'.
They swept through all the rooms and quickly cleared the ground floor.
Pip then split them up into two divisions. One group to guard the exits, the other to begin taking the fight the the upper floors.

Meanwhile Seras started at the top, she went through the top floor rooms and cleared them all. She sensed another vampire within the building, the cause of the outbreak. As she proceeded down the next floor she went through two more batches of ghouls, most had been nurses and a few patients. She stopped and listened.
"Come out now. You don't have anymore bodies to throw at me." she called.
A few seconds later a surgeon charged out, throwing a scalpel ahead of him as he ran.
Seras ducked it and as the surgeon leapt she rolled forward beneath him.
As the surgeon realised his error he tried to turn and recover but it was too late. Seras flattened hand punched through his chest like a blade. A second later in a spray of blood and air the vampire was gone, only a stain to prove he had ever existed.

As she strolled down the stairs she heard the sound of shouting and automatic gunfire. Alarmed she broke into a run, kicking down a door to burst in and assist the men.
She paused as Pip kicked the final ghoul to the floor.
"Die vous le morceau de merde!" he snarled and opened fired with a borrowed semi automic rifle. THe bullets chopped the head messily from the body and the ghoul disintegrated.
The Frenchman wiped blood from his cheek and smiled at Seras "What took you so long?"

This one was not as comic as the last chapter I admit, but this was meant to add a little more depth to a Hellsing story without Alucard.
I'm hoping to throw more comic elements back in as we progress.
I'm enjoying writing this so I hope you're enjoying reading it!
Please R+R as I appreciate feedback.