The phone call to the Vatican
This is a chapter dedicated to Maxwell and everything he does and thinks and yatta yatta. I'm sorry if the chapters are missing and merged with each other… my comp is still new and refuses to type n's and r's. It's atrocious! So if we still have fans left… can you give us a sign that you are still of the living world?
Wdnoh!
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Maxwell had not been thinking straight since he had returned from his vacation in the mountains. He never received a phone call or some indication that Integra thought about him, much less missed him at all. He practically sat in his office each say with his hand on top of the phone waiting for it to ring and each time he had heard someone else's voice, he grew more and more disappointed. At this point in time, he had grown worried that something might have happened to her… but wouldn't he be the first to know, the Vatican's always were updated with all the churches and their leaders. The phone rang loud and he wrenched the phone to his ear, sending the receiver down to the ground.
"Hello?" it was Walter's voice. Integra's butler calling? That had sent his eyebrows up in confusion.
"Um… hello? Is this sir Integra's butler?" Maxwell was still a tad bit uncertain and just wanted clarification.
"Indeed. Arch Bishop Maxwell," Walter started. "I do not know if you are aware of this, but it seems that sir Integra is… well, how do I say this?" Walter paused.
"What!?! Is she alright? Did something happen to her? Is that the reason she hasn't called?" Maxwell was hunched over the table standing.
"Um… that's one way to put it." The butler had to take in a gulp of much appreciated air. "It seems, to the good doctor, that Integra has struck a nine month flu," Walter was almost testing the arch bishop in his intelligence.
"A nine month flu?" Maxwell repeated.
"Yes, you gave it to her," the butler gave a sweat drop.
"I gave her a nine month flu? How is that possible?" Maxwell was in shock, how could he have given the woman he loved a nine moth disease? He couldn't possibly be comfortable knowing he had made her sick for almost a year.
"Well it seems to me that when you had intercourse with her, she developed the illness on the spot!" Maxwell blinked twice… he dropped to his leather chair behind him.
"She… she-she is pregnant?" Maxwell asked in a whisper over the receiver of the phone.
"Well... it sure as hell ain't influenza anymore," the butler sarcastically spoke over the receiver on his end. "I just thought you ought to know what happened to her. I'll send her your congrats," the butler paused.
"I'll fly in very soon," Maxwell stated quickly.
"Won't she be surprised," the butler sarcastically commented.
"Tell her that for me?" Maxwell practically begged.
"Of course, see you within the week." He had hung up on the arch bishop.
Maxwell had set the phone back onto the receiver. Integra… pregnant with his child? The Vatican would never approve especially since he was married to the church. He had broken some major vows and even may have crossed a few treason borders. The Vatican would never allow Integra to stay there, especially if she was a protestant. He was almost positive he had just lost his title, but he could care less. Poor Integra, he had stripped her of her protestant title as well. In fact, they had committed treason and both were liable to be deported. What could he do? They could move to a different country and live out the rest of their lives there as ordinary folk? That would be too harsh on their children… children. He loved saying that word.
"I have a child," he whispered to the air around him. "With Integra."
They could claim asylum in a neighboring country and hold their currency in a foreign bank… that could work. Their children could be sent to a private school in the safety of the church… the damn word, church. He quickly made a cross over his chest and blessed himself from all of his previous blasphemous thoughts. Integra, the mother of his children… he smiled at just the thought.
'The minute I see her… I'll purpose," he smiled again and stared at his forth finger which was soon to take the meaning of a 'ring finger'.
He wanted nothing more than to hop on the next plain to England and run to her. He wanted nothing more than to tell her he loved her, wanted to marry her, live the rest of his life with her and raise their children together. He would leave everything behind, just for her and the chance to raise his children with her. Nothing had changed from their time together in the cabin.
That day, he left a note on his desk saying that he was going to run some errands and to pray for his deceptive soul, for father Renaldo to read. Father Renaldo picked up the post-it and adjusted his glasses. The arch bishop had lied about running errands… so what was he really doing.
Maxwell had taken the train to from Rome to Munich which led to him taking the bullet train to a small old town part of Salzburg. He had wanted to go to see a famous jeweler there… something about getting Integra a lovely proposal ring with a heart shaped glimmering ruby in the center of it.
The passing country side had been lovely to see. Snow had covered the ground in thick layer of white that had the forestry looking like a winter fantasy. This traveled for miles with the exception of a rare few family graveyards next to different catholic and Lutheran churches. The train had the heater on full blast but that didn't stop Maxwell from seeing his breath curl into what looked like heavy smoke. The windows were frosted and had ice crystals forming at the corners. He pulled his scarf tighter around his neck and hugged his sides for extra warmth. It was going to be a chill day.
It wasn't until the train slowed to the halt that Maxwell gripped the bar for support as stopped completely, letting out a flood of people off and onto the train. Maxwell stepped onto the cold pavement and started for the stairs that led to the bustling city life above. The city of Salzburg had greeted his eyes, German signs hung from different shops and he began his search for the famous jeweler that had made many of his crucifixes and rings. He had been working for the church for eighty years, so Maxwell was rest assured he would forge a ring for him. The sign was around the corner, that he was sure of, now if the famous German jeweler was open… today was Saturday… he was sure to be, all would be made well. He opened the door and a young girl bid him welcome.
"Velcome to vidrig's jewelers, how can ve commemorate your special occasion?"
Maxwell had to take in a breath. He knew what he was commemorating all right! He knew what he wanted it to look like and what precious gems it should contain.
"Is Sebastian in today?" Maxwell asked in a hopeful approach.
"Vell, vell… is de arch bishop in dire need of a new crucifix today?"
"No no," Maxwell shook his head. "I'm in to get a new and final ring," he smiled. The old ninety-eight year old catholic jeweler looked at the bishop with an eyebrow raised.
"That is vat you haff been saying for your last three visits," the jeweler turned and brought around a small measuring tape.
"This time I mean it," Maxwell sighed with a smile.
"Are you not satisfied vith my vork… it seems as though you haff been coming for a good twenty five years," and he walked out to the waiting area.
"The ring is not for me… but for a lady friend, Sebastian Hans… I am leaving the church," the poor jeweler almost croaked on the spot.
"Surly you cannot be serious! Vat about the chance of being pope with the next election?" Sebastian seemed to jump right out of his skin, losing his favorite customer this close to his death was like chasting god to strike his with a lightning bolt.
"Not worth it, she means more," Maxwell said as he began rummaging over the designs.
"Maxwell, you are throwing away all of you work… all of your dedication the church for the sake of this woman? You must be marrying an angel," he said while hanging the measuring tape around his neck.
"Quite close to it," and they both began
Maxwell left the jewelers with promises of the ring being finished in two days. All of his hopes were pinned on Integra and his unborn child. It was easy leaving the Vatican for something as trivial as this, he had never thought of Integra as the type of woman to follow through with marriage, but then again he never dreamed that they would do an unmentionable sin… let alone together. But what happened had happened… and he wasn't going to let Integra go through it alone. He had promised her that much…
Well, that went well. This is Sarah working overtime as usual. You might be getting three chapters this month… maybe more! But I really want to add the children to the story line which may present a problem to some people. Some don't like original characters to be part of the story and some do, I'll let it be a majority vote !
Hi folks, Nate here to bring you some more crack fics for your reading pleasure! Sarah has been working overtime at her job which makes our stress levels fly. Apparently… children are going to be produced and "hopefully added" in this… but then again, with our deadlines and Disney on our asses to come to work on time and crap… you'll be lucky if Sarah doesn't die from exhaustion! Next chapter to be posted soon.
