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Disclaimer: Hellsing belongs to Kouta Hirano, artwork belongs to Lsayaku.

Summary: Things have been a bit stressful lately; they needed to have some fun.

AN: So we're back to the usual plotline, my other AU's weren't particularly well received. Although the one with a wet and naked Hans was much more popular, I might have to squeeze him in somewhere later on.

I wouldn't mind some constructive critics if you have any :)


Silly 2

It was just past midday when Seras and the Wild Geese/soldiers returned to the Hellsing Manor fresh from killing a vampire who had been preying on a suburb in the south.

The car hadn't even completely stopped when Seras threw the door open and ran into the building so quickly no one registered that she was gone for a few seconds.

It was her first mission back since she had her baby and the first time she hadn't been under the same roof as her little girl, but Sir Integra insisted that she was needed on this mission and Hans assured her he could take care of their daughter.

She didn't hear crying when she entered the dungeons, it calmed her down and she wondered what she'd been so worried about. Hans was perfectly capable of watching the baby for three days; he adored his little girl and had a lot more experience with kids than she did.

As she opened the door to their room, something flew out from the other side, pushing her back and clamping a massive hand over her mouth.

"Do. Not. Vake. Her." Hans mouthed, the dark bags under his eyes telling her that he hadn't slept in a few days.

Seras nodded and he took his hand back, she brushed past him to check on her daughter (as quietly as possible).

Two month old Abigail Victoria-Gunsche looked as tired as her father and was even frowning like him in her sleep. Seras ran her fingers over the mess of white hair and whispered hello.

Abby's tiny face smoothed out, comforted by her presence and the similarities between them became obvious, she was already the spitting image of her mother (apart from the hair she'd had from birth. That was from her father's side and he was quite proud of it).

She was a small but healthy baby, only about 2.8 kg (barely 6 lbs) when she was born, it was a huge relief for Seras who had panicked for most of her pregnancy that the baby would take after her father in size when she came out. Hans had assured her multiple times that not only were his sister's the normal size when born, but he was dangerously underweight.

This just made her fear that the baby would be too little; Hans stopped trying to comfort her for a while after that.

Satisfied that Abby was safe, Seras bit back a yawn and went back out to her mate, who was leaning against the wall.

The girl had refused to rest no matter what he did and when she finally did sleep (probably from sheer exhaustion) he couldn't relax enough to sleep for more than ten minutes. Between worrying about Seras, waking up every time Abby made even the smallest of noises and doing his regular jobs for Integra, he was a mess.

But as soon as the girl knew her mother was back she settled down. Hans felt utterly rejected even knowing it was probably because it was the first time they'd been apart. He was tempted to leave and see if Abby acted the same way with him gone, but he wasn't ready to leave his pup yet.

Abby had him wrapped around her tiny finger the second he laid eyes on her. Just like her mother.

Speak of the devil, she rejoined him in the hall, carefully closing the door behind her and accidently exposing the red line on her forearm.

The frown returned to his face as he looked to her for an explanation.

"Guess I'm a little rusty," she said sheepishly, the vampire had caught her with a silver knife and slashed down her arm, it was barely a scratch now.

"Training," Hans ordered.

Seras groaned, knowing what that meant. Damn it, she'd just gotten back. "Hans, I'm tired."

"Is that your defense vhen someone attacks you?

She glared at him, silently promising he'd be hearing it for a while.

"You haven't trained in months," he continued.

"Because I was pregnant! And then it was because I just had a baby!"

He was unfazed, "I didn't say you didn't have good reasons."

Ok, now she wanted to train so she could hit him.


They met at the mats, Hans out of his butler's uniform and in the pants from his Millennium days, a baby monitor in hand.

He insisted on training her almost immediately after arriving at Hellsing, saying she had a lot of raw power, but lacked control, Seras pointed out it had been good enough to beat him. Hans countered by saying that it was a fight to the death and neither of them won; they still debated about it occasionally.

Their sparring sessions were always intense, neither held back (there was no need to) hitting and kicking at full strength. The only thing they needed to be concerned about was destroying the training room again.

Sir Integra had been furious about that and made them fight outside until they leveled an impressive chunk of the forest.

"You're tired too," she said when he barely dodged a punch aimed at his face.

"Exhausted," he admitted casually. "I've been looking after your daughter."

"Oh, suddenly she's my daughter?"

"Ja, vhen she's avake until sunrise."

"You're nocturnal too," she pointed out, punching him repeatedly in the ribs.

"Only if I need to be," he said, hooking his leg behind hers and tripping her with it.

"She probably just missed me," Seras said bracing herself when he followed her to the floor.

"So did I, but I didn't cry."

"You missed me?"

He halted and nodded, "I alvays miss you vhen you're gone."

"You don't act like it." She then said in a terrible impression of his deep voice, "'don't vake her. Training.'"

Ignoring her god-awful German accent, he leaned down and kissed her slowly, lovingly, like he should have when she came home. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," she replied as he buried his head in her neck.

They laid there for a moment before Seras position herself and flipped him onto his back. Hans scolded himself for loosing focus and they started grappling.

Seras rarely won when they grappled, she had less experience, she was half his weight and size, and the werewolf's hands were the size of her face. Her strength helped, but he was just as strong so it evened out. But every now and then, she got him.

As she tried to get hold of one hand she was unaware of the other moving to her ribs until his fingers started tickling along them.

"Hans!" She managed to shout before bursting with laughter.

He had no intention of letting her go until she surrendered. It wasn't a long wait, twenty seconds later she was tapping her hand on his shoulder.

"You win!" She yelled and he was so tempted to keep tickling her, but he was tired.

Seras slumped on his body as she caught her breath (which was unnecessary because, like Hans kept trying to teach her, she didn't actually need to breathe). It had been a while since the two of them had spent any time together, even longer since they'd had a chance to relax; raising a new born was stressful, raising a hybrid newborn was even worse.

Maybe they needed a babysitter before they tried to kill each other again. Except the father would never agree to it, he was absurdly overprotective. Seras feared for the boy's Abby brought home.

She lifted herself up to look at a smug Hans.

"Is that your defense when someone attacks you?" She echoed, "tickle them?"

He nudged her ribs threateningly.

"Wonder if you're ticklish," she mused, running her hands along his sides

Hans scoffed and let her touch him; he didn't even crack a smile. Frustrated, she moved to smack him playfully. He caught her arm and wouldn't let go.

A small tug of war ensued until she realized what he was up to; Seras let him pull her down until their lips met again.

Someone clearing their throat interrupted and they looked to see Sir Integra standing by the mats, not looking particularly happy.

Both of them blushed, but smiled at her.


In case you're curious, she's named Abby/Abigail because it means "Father rejoice" or "father's joy" and I thought it was fitting.