"Are you feeling any better yet, love?" Percy asked Integra who was propped up against her pillows, doing paperwork.

"The doctor says I'm well on my way to recovery," she told him distractedly. "He says I should stay in bed the next few days and build up my strength. He mentioned something about pushing my limits."

Percy went over to the bed and sat next to her. "It's no wonder you got so ill," he told her, scooting over to her. "You were hardly eating, let alone sleeping."

"The organizations demands of me are great," Integra said, trying to evade a conversation she did not want to have.

"I was thinking dear," Percy said, putting an arm around her. "We never did get to have a proper honeymoon, wouldn't it be nice to get a way for a bit, have some fresh air in our lungs?"

Integra, looked up at him from her papers. "Yes, that would be most pleasant," she said. "However, I'm not sure I can be spared at the moment."

Percy sighed. "I've missed you lately," he said, nuzzling up to her.

"I've missed you too," she said, signing her name with a flourish.

"Do you think that assistant of yours is doing a good enough job of keeping on top of things?"

"I'm sure Seras is doing a wonderful job, Percy," she told him. "There isn't any reason to fret; she's a very smart girl."

Percy gently took the pen out of her hands. "Then why isn't she doing this as well?" he asked. Mentally, Integra gave him a point.

"Some things require my looking over," she told him, leaning over to take it back, but he held it over his head. She made a mad reach for it, but he stopped her, with his lips.

"Mumph," she protested. He responded by putting an arm around her and pulling her closer. She tried to pull away, but he mistook it her actions as a ploy to get him on top of her.

Integra could see that this was going somewhere she didn't necessarily like, unfortunately she also knew that she had put him off for so long that this was, even if put off, an action that was inevitable. She let him, once again, remove her blouse and he, once again, groped at her chest.

She needed an heir and she knew it. This was how powerful leaders of organizations got heirs, there was no magical way she could grow one in a caldron. She had to submit, and the sooner she got pregnant the sooner she would be free of this vile act forever.

She let his hands roam over her body, feeling numb. He rubbed at her left nipple and she let out a little cry of surprise. Percy, she assumed taking this as a sign of encouragement, began to move his hands lower, caressing her waist line, and pawing near her belly button.

It all felt so technical and calculated. It was like he had known exactly what he wanted to touch and how he wanted to touch it long before she was even considering letting him. That's why she wasn't surprised when he slipped his hand down the front of her bottoms, but it didn't make it any less shocking.

His hands were warm and soft, and he didn't eagerly grope at her like he did her top half. Instead he rested his palm against her inner thigh, moving his fingers against her skin. The whole time he managed to keep his lips on her face, at least reasonably near her mouth, and she found herself grateful that he at least didn't taste like any sort of offending food this time.

When he made a move to push her bottoms down all together she didn't stop him, she didn't help him either. She just felt so tired and this seemed so inevitable. It was a losing battle she was fighting, where he was determined to win. He didn't have a hard time getting them off without her help; she wasn't exactly a great bulge to have to maneuver around.

Soon she was naked as the day she was born. She felt less exposed despite the fact, because between Percy and her was a great number of blankets. Percy was, however, still fully clothed. She went to, admittedly, half-heartedly unbutton his shirt, but he took her hands and stopped them mid task on the first button.

"No need, Integra," he muttered to her, in what Integra thought he must think was a seductive voice. "It's my turn to return your favor, don't concern yourself with me."

Truth be told, Integra didn't really give a rat's ass about his pleasure, she had just been doing what she thought was expected of her. What did he mean by 'return her favor?' Unless he planned to somehow-

Oh. It dawned on Integra a moment too late for her to do anything about it. The hand that had been sitting mostly innocently on her thigh began to move upward, and when it brushed against her she jumped.

"It's alright, love," he said in an attempt to be soothing. "You'll enjoy this, I promise you."

Integra didn't believe him.

"Lie back, darling," he told her, moving the blanket she had strategically placed in-between them and moving her body to oblige his request. She soon found herself pressed against him, laying on her side. She pushed her face against his neck so he couldn't see her face screwed up in concentration. He smelled of cologne and sweat. He pulled her to where he wanted her, pushing her onto her back.

"I want to see you," he told her. She didn't move.

He pulled the lone blanket that had been protecting her from his eyes, and then she was bare before him.

"Beautiful," he whispered, kissing her on the lips.

She whimpered. He moved his hand between them, placing it where it had been before he had pulled her up. He slowly rubbed against the inside of her leg. She grasped the blankets in a expectation of what she knew was to come.

"Are you alright?" he asked her.

Integra nodded.

It was then that he finally touched her. It was odd, she couldn't say it was really that pleasant, but it didn't exactly feel bad either. She was glad that he hadn't…pushed inside her. He seemed content, at least for the moment, to simply let his finger trace her.

"Does this feel good?"

No, she said on the inside, stop you horny idiot. "Yes," she said. "Please," she said, not sure how she was to tell him she wanted to get a move on with the whole affair.

He went about his business, and Integra couldn't help thinking that he made her feel a bit ticklish. It went of for quite awhile, and Integra began to feel bored despite her desire to be anywhere else in the world.

"Would you….like more?" He asked hesitantly. She wanted to roll her eyes. Of course she wanted more, that's why she was there at all, she was trying to get pregnant, dolt. Instead she just nodded her head so that he could see her consent.

Then, that insufferable coot had the audacity to slip a finger inside of her.

"Excuse me," she exclaimed, at the first touch. "But what the hell are you playing at?"

Percy looked stricken. "I thought you were enjoying it."

She made a noise through her nose. "Aren't you planning to…take me?" she asked, sitting up, looking around to see if there might be a directional for him to use.

He gave her a look. "Don't think me so callous Integra. You don't give a child a car as soon as he learns to ride a bike."

"It's alright," she said, pulling at his shirt. "I have my license."

He laughed. "You are such a funny creature," he told her. "One day you refuse to speak to me, and the next you're trying to impale yourself on me."

The word 'impale' gave Integra a very nasty mental image, and she had to fight it down to continue.

"I'm not trying to impale myself," she said harshly. "I was simply getting tired of the night's activities and was ready to progress."

Percy looked hurt. "Why didn't you just say so?" he asked.

"I was trying to be polite," she told him stiffly.

"You don't have to be polite when we're making love."

His word choice made her cringe.

"Will you please…?" she asked, letting his imagination fill in the blanks.

"Alright," he said. "Er, lie back." She did as she was told, she hated feeling like a dumb pupil.

He pulled his own shirt over his head and his pants soon followed.

"Okay," he said, suddenly seeming more nervous. "This might hurt a bit at first, but it'll get better."

"Alright," she said, bracing herself.

She could feel him adjusting things down there, and suddenly she got the impression that he was afraid he'd disappoint her.

"You're doing a good job," she told him by way of encouraging, almost as she would have a puppy. It wouldn't do to have gotten this far, only to have him go soft on her last minute.

He shot her an appreciative look and she could feel his…thing, pressed against where his hand had slipped into earlier.

"I'm going to push in now Integra, so don't be alarmed if-"

But what she was not supposed to not be alarmed of never came out of his mouth, because before he could finish his sentence someone had burst through the door.

"Sir Hellsing!" said a man's voice, Integra recognized him as Captain from the first floor. When he saw how Integra and Percy were positioned in the bed he had the grace to flush, but continued on with his mission. "There is a level three attack in a small town called Napshire, just north of Bones. We need approval to deploy Divisions R and F to handle the ghouls and search for survivors."

Integra was immediately on her feet wrapped in a sheet and padding to the closet to get some decent clothes. "Permission to deploy Divisions R and F granted. I'll rouse Alucard to hunt down whomever is responsible for this travesty."

"Deploy Division Q as well, Integra," said Percy from the bed. "My boys have worked hard, they deserve to see some action too."

Integra wanted to slap him. Action? Did he think scraping up dead bodies and shooting walking corpses was action? Well then, let him have his action, he'd see first hand what exactly the woman he married stood up against to defend to world from. Maybe then he would think of her more as a person and less of a warm hole.

"So be it," she said. She saw the Captain begin to protest. She raised her hand to him. "We'll send in an extra division instead of Alucard. You will be expected to deal with the vampire as well, let's hope it's still there and not on the run."

The Captain saluted and left the room.

"I must be off love," he told her, giving her forehead a peck. "Duty calls!"

Integra watched him leave, both grateful he was gone and frustrated all her tolerance had been for nothing.

"Be careful," she called after him, she still needed that heir.

Integra sat in a chair facing her window in her office. It had been a long night, a very long night indeed. She faced the morning sun, and it seemed to be a cruel reminder that time was going to continue to go on, even though she demanded it stop.

She wasn't looking foreword to having to make the funeral arrangements.

What was the Queen going to say? What was Sir Islands going to think about what had happened?

She looked out into the harsh tones of daylight. How was she to produce an heir now? Was she going to have to remarry?

Questions filled her mind. Not even thirty yet, and she was already a widow.

The other Division heads told her how he had been attacked when he had insisted that his Division make a blind infiltration, but she had been watching. The whole team had been wiped out.

The memory was still scorched in her mind.

"You fool, what are you doing??" she screamed at him. "Use some common sense, don't be daft!"

But no one on the other end could hear her, communication had been lost ages ago. She watched as Division Q, led by a man who had the balls bigger than brains, run into a slaughter house.

She watched as her husband and his men were met with a pack of angry vampires, and although they were soon being ripped limb from limb, her eyes never left Percy's. His death wasn't as horrible as it could have been. Still, she felt numb as she watched his neck ripped open by a creature looking only for another kill. His blood went everywhere and Integra found herself thinking it was a pity, such a waste of a man.

His eyes, once filled with a bit of sparkle, were now glossed over with pain. He wasn't dead. Integra recognized death, he was still clinging on. His eyes were scrunched in pain, his muscles tense. He was fading fast….but maybe if they could just get there quick enough…

Integra felt a small well of hope rise within her. Maybe she could salvage this scrap of a man and keep him for his purpose after all.

"Initiate direct heavy weapons support!" yelled a voice, immediately Integra's well dried up, leaving only a coarse acceptance.

And with that order the other divisions, she was sure not knowingly, let off a volley of what Integra could only describe as a mini inferno. The blast, she was sure, had not left anything alive. It had blown everything to smithereens, including the heads and hearts of the undead creatures.

It had also killed Percy.

The other men went in, putting out the fire with holy water.

Integra watched as the scene before her flickered and died.

She wondered if he thought he'd thought he had seen enough action.

Integra felt incredibly guilty. Not because she'd sent him in when she knew he wasn't ready, not because she had refused to let him bed her, not even because she had drug him into a loveless marriage and a life of darkness. Integra felt the guiltiest because she didn't really feel bad that he was gone at all. It was like some heavy weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She was relieved to not have to be with him the rest of her life. Her only complaint was that she was obviously not pregnant.

She sighed, what was to become of her now that she was once again alone on the brink?