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Ketti:Hm... since I essentially replaced chapter nine by uploading a new one, maybe that's why it didn't send me an alert? I hope FF isn't messing up e-mail alerts again. =|

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10: Caffeine High Through Osmosis?

Seras stared longingly at Integra's cup of tea, blue eyes watching the slightly-older blonde's every move. The Hellsing woman was managing to ignore the staring quite admirably as she worked and took sips from her cup every minute or so. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore, and she snapped at the Draculina invading her office, "Don't you have better things to do than try to absorb my tea second hand?"

Seras huffed and looked away, a sullen pout on her full lips, "Master's busy doing something, and Walter has housework."

The Heiress' brow twitched, "and what of the Wild Geese?"

Seras made a face, "They're complete perverts." She whined, looking pitiful, "it's complete and utter sexual harassment." She growled, blue eyes flashing crimson for a moment. Integra's brows raised, nearly arching into her hairline, and the fledgling fidgeted in her seat.

"Well, if you're going to take up space, the least you can do is be useful, Victoria." Integra sighed, waving a hand towards a stack of papers on the far corner of her desk.

"Those are field reports, read them and write out a summary of the details."

"Sir, yes Sir." Seras grinned, only lightly teasing as she busied herself with the papers.

The Master of Seras' Master still caught the sidelong looks at her tea cup, and certainly did not miss the envious little growl as Walter appeared to freshen the pot. They both pretended not to notice, and Seras sighed longingly.

"I'm sorry, Miss Victoria, but you cannot absorb caffeine through osmosis." Walter chuckled kindly as he watched the girl holding the full cup, but not daring to drink, knowing first hand what ingesting anything but blood would mean.

"It's nice to pretend, anyways." Seras replied with a shrug, now taking her turn at ignoring the knowing looks in the eyes of her mortal employers.

"Mm, will that be all, Sir Integra?" Walter inquired politely, and at her dismissal he quit the room with an affectionate ruffle of the diminutive blonde's already spiky locks. She huffed and fixed her precious mane back into place, but a smile lingered on her lips nonetheless as she sorted through the reports.

Without really thinking, Seras reached for the cup and brought it to her lips. "Seras." Integra spoke, and the poor fledgling jerked, nearly spilling the dark liquid all over her papers. She grinned sheepishly and moved the cup out of reach, "Habit, I guess." She mumbled, cheeks going red.

"You should drink the blood." Integra murmured back, icy blues locked on her own stack of papers. Seras made a face.

"I saw that." The woman chortled, and Seras eep'd.

"Finish your work, vampire, and get out of my office." Sir Hellsing admonished, and the fledgling gave a little finger salute, "Sir, yes Sir."