I DO NOT OWN HELLSING


For Enrico Maxwell both the presence of God and of Father Anderson had always been constant in his life, fron childhood to the present he had tried to live up to the expectations that both beings had placed upon him.
As a whole though, Maxwell preferred God to his old teacher. It was true that God worked in mysterious (and often frustrating) ways to get his point across to his children, but the beauty of translating His meanings from His actions was that the journey from ignorance to enlightenment during it could be quite refreshing and often pleasantly challenging.
'pleasantly challenging' was far from the case with Anderson, he thought wearily as the two travelled back home from the meeting with Integra at the museum.

To say that Anderson was the closest a thing to a father figure that Enrico had (and would actually accept) would not have been entirely out of place, for the relationship between them had grown far beyond that of teacher and student many years back, and Anderson had always shown a rather paternal affection for Maxwell during his growth as a child.
It certainly gave Anderson the right to call himself a father figure in both their eyes if he fancied it but to say that the relationship between both man had remained harmonious, even before Enrico had become Anderson's direct superior, would be a step too far – families squabbled, families bickered and families fell out. It happened all across the world and it was no different for Maxwell and Anderson too.
It seemed part of their strange family dynamic unit that they fell out when they spent too much time together, especially on long journeys such as these…

"A most vexing woman, aye?" Anderson asked for what seemed like the thousandth time once again. Maxwell knew he was sore about the meeting and being denied a chance to have another go at taking down the Helling's 'family pet', but he also knew what Anderson was playing at; he had been reproofed for his conduct in Badrick and for his borderline insubordinance back at the museum when Enrico's entreaties he stop and get a hold of himself had been ignored in favour of zealous fervour and personal desire.
In short Anderson was looking for some wiggle room to get let off over it by getting Maxwell to confess that he felt similarly about the enemy organisation and thus would be a hypocrite to reprieve him too harshly.
Even though it had been on the orders of his own people to cross the borders in Ireland to deal with the threat, and it had been his assigned duty to defend Enrico (who had just been threatened with a gun at the time) in London, Anderson's assault on Hellsing personnel had been a snub that the English had not taken well and the museum fiasco hadn't really helped.
The manner that Integra Hellsing had greeted him in the museum earlier that morning spoke volumes about her feelings towards them and it wasn't likely to change soon in his eyes.

Now they were flying back to Rome via a private jet, Maxwell wanted to be rid of the company of his overzealous mentor and of his personal aide so that he might fix the discomfort that he had accumulated whilst he'd visited the infernal country and that woman!
"Ah said-" Anderson repeated once again as he attempted to get a response from his superior, his patience wearing thin in the face of Maxwell's refusal to speak to him.

"Yes I heard what you said Anderson! You have been saying it over and over since we left the museum – you think she is insufferable! I get it!" he finally snapped testily to shut his subordinate up.

"Aye I know! So why aren't ye agreeing wi' meh?" Anderson demanded.

"Well what I think is a matter for me and me alone unless I wish to share it! I have no opinion of her one way or the other – she is beneath our notice Anderson and that you dwell on her like this shows a considerable lapse in your usually acceptable behaviour and conduct!" Maxwell remarked acidly as he fished out a cigarette and lit it up to take a much needed drag off of it "If you cannot have your cake and eat it then don't have it at all that's what I say!"

Anderson's nostrils flared as he took a deep breath and glared at the smaller man for a moment and Enrico made a point of maintaining eye contact with a set jaw. Weakness would encourage Anderson to pressure him.
The giant Scotsman finally huffed a heavy sigh "…Well, perhaps ye're right." The Paladin reluctantly agreed "Mebbe ah'm too hot under the collar aboot a' this."

"Yes." Maxwell agreed tightly 'Do you think?' he added sarcastically in his head.

Renaldo took the moment of awkward silence to pop over and offer them both a drink which was accepted gratefully by both of them; few could make a decent coffee like Enrico's aide could and he quickly gave both men reason to stop talking and collect themselves.
The rest of journey was taken up by paperwork, but Enrico could hardly concentrate on it. The itch was getting worse and demanded attention and if he wasn't careful it was going to become obvious to observers.

"Excuse me." He rose and headed for the jets bathroom and locked himself in. He stared at the mirror and closed his eyes and allowed himself a moment of weakness…

Integra Hellsing… w
hat a woman she was! So young, far younger than he'd been when she'd taken the reins of her organisation upon herself, and barely in her adulthood now that they'd finally met.
Her wearing that attire had been a clear message that she was in mourning – rumour had it that she never wore feminine attire, but that was clearly mere gossip now, wasn't it? – and she'd had such fire in her eyes when she'd spoken to him.

Were it not for his mission and the Pope's direct command to show as much courtesy as he could to her then he might have snapped earlier than he had but ultimately it had not mattered, all his attempts at smoothing over the 'misunderstandings' between them had been flatly rejected by her.
He actually admired that about her – say what you wanted about women being the weaker gender, Hellsing was her baby and she was every bit as fiercely protective over it as a lioness with a new born cub!
He allowed himself to admire her, strictly in an observant manner, in his minds eye. She had lovely legs, he thought, and her hair was quite spectacular.
All those lovely long locks… he wondered what shampoo she used, would her hair smell of honey or fruit essences? Did she ever put it up?
Such thoughts made him twitch and reach down to his pants to control himself – careful now! Such urges… such desires were not fit for a man of the cloth! Others may weaken, might even fall into sinful indulgence from their wants, but he would not disgrace himself so.

If… if he had to relieve himself it would be a result of accident and not a conscious effort! A man could ask forgiveness for having a wet dream every so often if he did nothing to encourage it and further ignored it in order to focus on God's work afterwards. There was no shame in knowing you were still a young man with desires Anderson had once said to him during his education as a boy so long as you didn't let the fact excuse inappropriate behavior.
He forced himself to pee and thankfully it took away the shamefully obvious signs of his interest in the Hellsing woman and allowed him to relax a little bit afterwards.

When they got off the plane he excused himself once again to get some sleep. Waving away members of his organisation who approached him with requests and messages from others he shut the doors to his apartment on all of them with a warning not to bother him until he rose in a few hours and he walked through the living area to the bedroom beyond and stripped off the outer layers of his clothes to just a shirt and his small clothes before he fell onto his bed and closed his eyes.

He dreamed of a man with milky white hair and a woman with hair like the sun entwined as one as the two fought for dominace over the other and when he woke he looked down and groaned in annoyance at the result of the excitement and passion he'd felt in his dream.
He was fortunate he was alone and with facilities to correct his predicament, but this needed to be solved and soon if he was to avoid any further problems at work from that blasted woman!

The question, for a priest like himself, was how...?


Boom. There we go! A new chapter to get me back in the saddle for writing Hellsing again. Been neglecting these fics for far too long!