thanks for reading my earlier chapters -I hope you like it! ;) And finally we get to the reason why this fic is "M" ! haha, a lemon;)
Chapter 19: The poor blinded Dead.
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Felix smiled broadly and, pressed the button on the little device he held. "Let's see how you survive an atomic explosion, Comrade." There was annoying, fast beeping coming from below the NKWD Director's feet, directly below them both. Mina gasped in shock, her eyes widening. What the hell? How could they have missed this? Worse, could it actually work?
"Fool-!" Alucard growled "You've doomed us all!"
"Let's see you come back after this one, Alucard!" he screamed like a deranged man, laughing insanely as the beeping stopped suddenly, before they were both engulfed by a blinding light.
"No!" Mina shouted. She wanted to rush towards the Place De La Concorde, but Ceres appeared by her side, with Gabriel stashed under her arm and caught her by the middle.
Paris ceased to exist in that moment.
Officer Victoria yanked the Hellsing Director into her embrace, yelling for them to get the hell outta there. She took off, flying north-west, to the Ocean and La Manche with full Draculina velocity.
"No! Stop! Go back!" Mina sobbed, wiggling in her hold "Go back!"
And then she saw the explosion in full force: the nuclear mushroom-shaped clouds, the circling explosive and heat waves. The tall, delicately crafted Tour D'Eiffle scrunched up and tumbled to the Champs De Mars as if it was made of paper. Arc De La Defence and other city center buildings were all turned to ash, swept away. The brightness would have been lethal for a normal human, but even though Harker felt her lashes singe, her eyes burn, she didn't look away from the city. Whatever and whoever had been in Paris, were reduced to vapors, radioactive dust1.
The cloud was closing in on them, destructive gamma waves secretly reaching out in a deadly caress.
"We won't make it!" hollered Gabriel, nearly frozen solid in Ceres' arms as she flew. The wind was cutting across his face like a knife, yanking his head back painfully as ice formed a shield over his glasses.
"Oh, yes we will! Gabriel, hold on tight!" Victoria looked down at the man; she had spent nearly twenty years with, had spent nearly twenty years being with.
She'd be damned if he didn't get his well deserved retirement and peaceful death. He deserved living the rest of his days out on a shiny cruise ship, soaking up the sun, not being burnt to death by a force as strong as the sun! "Come now, this is only a pinch! Remember Tokyo2? That was a crisis!"
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The clouds cleared and Ceres flew out into the open of Normandy. The breeze played with their hair and from this high up, they could appreciate the glimmering waters of the channel.
"Ceres Victoria! I order you to return!" Mina shouted in her ear as dry sobs wracked her frame. "Go back! Go back, I can't stay here!" she struggled to free herself from the elder vampire's embrace.
"I can't let you go back there, Sir!"
"Just watch!" Mina snarled and pulled herself from Ceres intending to fly back to Paris…but whatever she was expecting, spreading and flapping her arms around like the Wendy-bird3, wasn't going to help her.
She was suspended for half a second in the air, her arms moving up and down frantically, the ideal comedy-icon. Then, with a yelp, she plummeted to the ground, fanning her arms about her desperately.
"Sir Harker!" cried Ceres and Gabriel in unison after her rapidly descending form
"Bloody Hell!" Mina screamed twirling around her own axis. 'How do I stop!' she thought to Victoria.
"Land feet first, Sir!" Ceres hollered as she swooped down slowly with Gabriel in her arms. She was holding him carefully like a fragile princess, probably in Miss Mina's place.
Harker flip-flopped and crashed feet first into the Earth, expecting to die a painful, horrible death. 'Wait…', she thought, ' I already am dead. And it was horrible, probably even worse than this. I'd take the drop any day!'
Dust rose about her being but when it cleared she was there, in one piece…though stuck up to her waist in sand.
'…Bugger.' Mina thought snarkly.
"Just morph out of the ground, Miss Mina. Like I do it. Like Master." Ceres landed gracefully and Gabriel leapt out of her arms, dusting himself off. He looked to the pink sky to the East, wishing he could will his body to unfreeze and clothes to soften.
"Alucard…" Mina rasped, staring wide eyed at her servant "Ceres, do you think-?" she shook her head momentarily. "No I don't give a damn about that leech. Good riddance!"
"Master Harker!" Victoria was heartbroken. Alucard had betrayed the woman, disregarded his responsibilities and orders…but he had given Mina a new life. A possibility to fight the Soviets to the end.
"He did this to me, Victoria!" Mina screeched, shooting out of the dirt. Tears of anger, fear and despair leaked from her eyes again. "He knew things about me I never dared tell anyone, not even you and look what he did! Against my will! He betrayed me!" Wilhelmina shook the woman's shoulders, crying "I wish I could die! I long to die! Ceres, please, just kill me! If you ever loved me, spare me this walk in eternal night! …I don't...I don't want to be his...And now that bloody bastard's gone!" She placed her head on Victoria's shoulder, sobbing hysterically into her chest. Ceres murmured to her softly, patting her hair and calming her as if Mina were still a child. She gave the much taller woman an awkward, uncomfortable hug.
"What shall I do? Victoria, what shall I do?" Mina whispered brokenly, looking to the beautiful highlighted sky, while she pressed her cheek against Victoria's silent chest. She didn't know what to think, what to feel. She felt relief that Alucard was dead and gone and yet she was in mourning. She wanted him, cared for him even, and yet hated every fiber of his being. Everything was so incredibly complicated. She didn't know her own heart anymore.
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It was dark all around, which could be expected in death. Felix gave a happy sigh, relieved that his long time dream had been fulfilled. The Pierwiej Sekrietarz4 had not had hope for the whole of the globe to be swept up in their enlightening revolution, but he had strived on. Even, after he had been taken down from his seat, when Stalin reorganized the security apparatus. Even, when they replaced him with Aleksandr Biełoborodow5.
He pursued forces so dark and dangerous, no other Comrade had wished to seek out. And after many painful and dissatisfying endeavors, he had succeeded. Felix found, in the far wilderness of Siberia, creatures easily manipulated, powerful, yet easy to terminate in case of mutiny. All it took was a little silver…
Carefully working on the Wolfmen, inculcating the communist ideology into their pure, naïve minds, he created a vast army, one even his mentor would have been proud of.
The conference in Zakopanem between the GESTAPO, WEREWOLF and NKWD in march 1940 only confirmed that he was working in the right direction. Yet there was still so much work to be done!
And the Nazis didn't seem to like their out-going revolutionary plans, so when WEREWOLF and Millenium faced off the Nosferatu Alucard and Shinigami Walter C. Dornez in Warsaw, they waited. And when The Last Batallion made their comeback, they waited some more.
Finally, when that wretched Fräulein Integra Hellsing met her demise and the Hellsing Organization was taken over by another Government Organization, led by an inexperienced woman, their time had come.
Felix had to frown. She had put up a splendid fight. All his resources were exhausted, London had not been claimed-which had been the main objective, and in the end, he had to use the most irrational back-up plan.
But he had succeeded. The Hellsing Organization and the Nosferatu Alucard-the only obstacles to overcoming Britain, were destroyed...
"Not really, Her Lieutenant!" chirped a voice out of nowhere. The vampire became annoyed, what; couldn't he be left to rejoice on his own, even in death?
Dzierzynski looked behind him where, out of the blue, came a young boy wearing a Hitler Youngen scouts suit. The vampire took in the symbol of SS on his sleeve and sighed contently. At least they were on the same side they could celebrate the fall of the bourgeoisie English together.
"Ah, sorry to say…but Nein6." Schrödinger stuffed his hands into his pockets and walked up to the vulture-like man. He was half Dzierzynski's height.
"Ne ponimaju…7" the vampire looked down to see the twitching, cute kitty ears on the boys head. Schrödinger grinned up at him.
"I'm just a messenger. But your wrong, Hellsing didn't fall…what will happen to it in the future, that is uncertain…"The demon grumbled sadly. He muttered something about a probable Council meeting and then winked at Dzierzynski "You set off that silly bomb in vain…It sure crushed Paris though…"
"Stoj! Cu?8" he stepped back, but the boy stalked up to him with soft laughter on his lips.
"Did you forget, Tawarishu?" Schrödinger's features hardened and the violet of his eyes began to turn blood red. His form grew and the timbre of his voice deepened...
"I am everywhere and nowhere…" Alucard said towering above the other, with a feral grin.
Dzierzynski screamed bloody murder but it was too late, the Master Vampire came down on him like a pouncing jaguar, ripping his head clean off of his shoulders with wide jaws. The head fell to what seemed to be a black floor and Dracula stepped on it. There was a resounding, sticky crunch, when Alucard placed enough pressure on the head to reduce it to a bloody pulp.
The dark mass the lieutenant was made of slithered out from his severed neck, the eyes of uncountable familiars peeking out of the deep abyss.
Alucard chortled and smoothed his fingers along the body's army coat in a lover's slow caress, speaking softly.
"Did you think you could defeat me using that little thing?" Alucard pushed his hand into the material and flesh slowly, blood covering his gloved claws. Felix's frame shook as Alucard pushed past his ribcage to lewdly caress his open un-beating heart.
"Did you think I would, er, explode?" Alucard muffled a laugh, by biting his lip softly "Turn to radioactive dust, disappear forever?"
The Count gorged out the dead heart with his palm and threw it up and down between his hands playfully as his familiars held the shivering, contorting mass steady.
"I have gobbled up millions of men…do you think that just cutting off my head and destroying my heart will kill me?" Dzierzynsky's voice echoed in the thick darkness.
Alucard grasped the reforming face softly in his hands, smiling slightly and speaking in a sultry voice.
"…Oh, my dear boy…we have eternity to find out…"
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Mina slept.
It was very strange, because she knew that she was in fact asleep and yet she could hear everything that was going on around her. She could hear the swish of chopper wings above her and the shouts of soldiers running about to and from their posts on the beach. Despite everything, she took comfort in the sound of the waves, licking the sandy shore and the screeching of seagulls on their morning hunt. She could feel the heat resonating out of Gabriel's palm which he placed soothingly on the lid of Alucard's coffin in which she was currently residing. The elderly man seemed to be tuned into her feelings because it was ordered that the two coffins in which the Hellsing Vampires slept, be kept together. The butler guarded them like a hellhound, glaring at any man who dared even look in their direction.
Ceres and Mina slept the day off, immobilized as Gabriel arranged transportation for all of them. The Hellsing director was surprised and pleased with his vigilance and commitment. After all, she had become a Draculina, a vampire, the very thing the Hellsing Organization and Conference of Twelve hunted. She had become an unknown danger to all of the Knights.
Sir Penwood, in the deepest secrecy, supplied them with military escort-tough capable degenerates, not afraid of even radioactive activity from the black mahogany and cherry wood coffins. Penwood however quickly left, seeking a chopper to get back to London in. He was loyal…but a coward.
Out of all the Councilmen, only he was trusted with Harker's secret. The official story was-Alucard was sleeping in his coffin and Mina had been rushed off to the nearest hospital. The story was believable…for now. There was just too much chaos to look into it more thoroughly. Which gave the Hellsing Director enough time to embrace her current situation.
Climbing into the substitute coffin, she had noticed its dark velvety interior, slightly scratched, as if claws had dug into the wood, along with the overpowering scent of dried blood and grave soil. Mina's nose was much more sensitive now and her eyes nearly rolled into her head at the sweet smell of decay. She was going to take a long hot soak after this-vampire or not.
Turning a bit to her side, she grumbled at how uncomfortable sleeping in this wooden crypt was. It was so much smaller than a bed…and she liked to roll around in her sleep, pile pillows around her form and snuggle. Mina inhaled and then sighed dreamily. She could smell the remaining scent of the coffin's former owner on the soft lining. It cloaked around her like a blanket and made her feel safe, even as her dead heart burned with hurt and betrayal.
The coffin almost felt alive, enveloped and basked in a dark presence Mina knew almost too well. If she listened hard enough, she could hear the whispers of countless familiars; feel their caress against her hair, arms…but that was impossible-Alucard was gone. Just gone, there's nothing in the world that could survive an explosion like that…
She felt light jostling, as if the coffin had been lifted and then heard the soothing beat of three human hearts, and heavy footfalls along with hushed, scratchy voices. There was an unending streaming of noises until, with the slam of some doors, all went silent. After a while, Mina felt the familiar lurching in the pit of her stomach when along with Ceres and Gabriel she was launched into the air. They were flying back home. Though how much of that home and its friendly atmosphere was left, Mina had no idea.
Her senses clouded and the next thing she knew, she was hovering near the ceiling of her bedroom at the Hellsing mansion, looking at the scene down below.
Am…am I dreaming? I must be…I can smell cigar smoke…
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Integra woke up with a start and immediately grabbed for her cigar pack and lighter. After a moment, when she realized that a large dose of nicotine would be too little to calm her down, Hellsing put out her cigar on the ashtray sitting on her bedside table. She huffed, feeling her cheeks flush and pulled the covers forcefully off her hot body, letting them fly away and rumple at the foot of the queen-sized bed. The woman stood up determinedly and marched up to her drape-covered windows. Integra pulled back the material sharply and looked out into the night. The snow white moon was full and ripe, hanging low and shinning straight in her face. Turning her back on the satellite, Integra leaned on the cool glass of the large windows, looking at her moonlight-bathed room. Her eyes fell on the old piano in the dark, far left corner and she sighed.
That night she had had many dreams…one concerning her mother. Integra moved silently across the room, smoothing her fingers lightly against the wallpaper, reminiscing how, when she was a little girl, her mother had tried giving her piano lessons.
It was obvious that the little Hellsing would not take to such languid musical activities, but when she remembered those precious moments spent with Rahanna, Integra smiled softly. The piano had always been kept in ideal shape, even after her mother's death and sometimes, when in a mellow mood and when no one was around, Integra sat down by the instrument and played a tune or two in her mother's honor. Granted, she wasn't half the artist her mother was, but Integra was sure that, wherever Rahanna was, she was content her child thought of her fondly.
Integra sat on the comfortable leather, fluff-padded stool and opened the lid, revealing white and black, carefully crafted keys. There she sat for a moment, by the piano in the moon lighted room, like a celestial creature.
Closing her eyes and lightly skimming her long fingers against the instrument, Integra imagined what sounds the piano would make if she pressed down. She imagined playing an old, almost forgotten melody, her brows creasing in concentration. She wanted it to sound perfect.
Then, Integra felt a soft caress on the nape of her neck making the delicate hairs stand in alarm. Another cool palm softly touched her left hand, resting on her lightly moving fingers. Integra's hands stilled and the fingers pressing down on her own, forced them to push on one key a little bit harder.
A soft, deep sound resounded around her room, awakening the night air.
She knew who it was, even before his cold breath ghosted against her neck as his lips followed the curve of her right ear.
Alucard.
"Countess…" the vampire breathed, barely a whisper through the silent room. The air was thick with his restless aura. His voice seemed needy and pained, like him coming to her had happened against his own will. Integra's eyes shot open.
When Alucard's fingers grazed her neck and shoulder once more, dragging the strap of her tank top down her arm, she knew.
He was surrendering.
"My dear Count…" she sighed, rolling her head back to gaze at his chagrined face. His eyes were begging her to tell him away. But this was a battle they both lost so very long ago.
Alucard's hands ran up and down her arms slowly, light like silk and then down her front, gently mapping out the shape of her collarbones and breasts, flowing over her body.
"Tell me to leave." He whispered hoarsely against her lips, which she willingly pressed to his. "Tell me to leave, and I will…"
Integra sighed softly when the pressure of his hands on her chest increased slightly. They both knew he wouldn't go. She didn't say anything, but then again, she needed not. Her fingers slipping into his wild hair, bringing his mouth fully against her own, said it all.
And then all that could have been heard was the soft whisper of clothing, sounds of hushed, fervent voices and lips moving in unison as the pair of damned lovers blindly made their way, to lie back on the silky, rumpled covers.
It wasn't slow or soft. They barely spoke a word, wasting not breath on empty words, but showing through passion and tender caresses how they felt about one another.
There wasn't a place on Integra's body where Alucard's fingers or mouth hadn't touched and she didn't stay inactive either. He showered kisses across her breasts, stomach and between her legs, while Integra mewed softly in his iron grip, melting under his body. Her lips and tongue laid hot, fiery trails on his cool flesh as he curled around her form, trying to soak up her warmth and deliriously fragrant scent. The lovers pressed and twinned together as if deluding themselves that such contact could make them one being.
They fought each other valiantly, neither backing down, each wanting to dominate the other, and Integra showed no fear or shame, when his strong frame rose in front of her, hoisting her legs up over his shoulders.
His eyes shone like never before, worshipping her with his gaze and the Dame discovered it was a first time for both of them. Both had been starving for a warm, loving and passionate embrace. Both appeared to be strong, yet so desperate. Their bodies tangled together at last, slick and flushed from their affections, conquering the other, dancing in the darkness.
Integra had never screamed louder in her life than she did, when Alucard showed her what it meant to be a woman and love a man.
She blushed ten shades of red when Ceres asked her later to send her out of the house when then planned on shagging.
"I never want to go through that again!"
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Mina sprang up reflexively and bashed her head against the lid of the coffin, nearly hitting herself unconscious. She fell back into the soft velvety resting place, gripping her head and groaning softly. Her cheeks flared, the remainder of the blood in her tissues pooling under their surface.
God, what kind of dream was that…?
Mina felt more flustered and embarrassed than when she accidentally walked in on her parents having sex a couple of times…On the other hand, maybe it was totally wrong, but she felt a little turned on.
Integra was like…an idol to her. A godly figure that rested on a pinnacle- dreaming about her in any intimate situation was so so so wrong!
Mina peered out of the corner of her eye, seeing a shadowy tendril move away from her cheek as if it had been touching her all this time. She could swear she heard laughter.
"You little pervert. It was you, wasn't it?" she inquired with a scowl. The shadows enveloping her scurried away playfully.
"Showing such intimate memories, what would your master say…?"Wilhelmina said in a chipped voice until it faded away, as Mina became aware of what she was saying. Tears pooled in her eyes and one ran down the side of her face, disappearing into the lining. "He's gone…" she whispered and bit her lip, one pointy fang peeking out from her mouth.
Who would annoy her out of her mind? Who could ever be as ignorant and crude and full of it? Who would get her all worked up; give her the vapors, like he had?
She had grown up believing Dracula to be invincible. As a man, he had indeed been a blood thirsty war dog, but then again, he showed wits and brains like no other hospodar from his era. Could a creature over five hundred years old possibly not have what it took to outsmart petty human technology? Mina shuddered, not wanting to know.
The shadows murmured, caressing her shoulders lightly but she hadn't the strength to push them away. Curling in on herself and wrapping her arms around her frame, Mina stuffed her face into the velvety lining, trying to will the tears away.
Last time it took him thirty years to come back. Would she have to wait that long to see him again? Going back to sleep she promised herself to ask Victoria about this, even if the answer wasn't something she wanted to learn…
And then she was shaken awake.
Mina growled and opened her sleepy eyes to see a figure looming over her, gripping her shoulders and shaking her. If she had been more awake, perhaps she would have noticed the satanic symbols on his glove cowered hands. She hissed barring her fangs at him and then heard a familiar snarl.
"You're sleeping in my coffin."9
Mina blinked up at the vampire, finally taking in his tired face and bleary, bloodshot eyes. He looked in dire need of sleep…but then again, she had thought he was dead. Happiness and rage flared within her, she almost felt like her dead heart might start beating again. She wanted to hug him. She wanted to reach up and kiss his senseless, and then kick his skinny ass!
"Is that all you've got to say to me?" Mina said in a dangerous, low voice, all her happiness disappearing somewhere. Alucard gave a tired sigh.
"Listen, woman. I just regenerated from being blown to another dimension, flew across France in the burning sunlight and jumped over the La Manche Chanel to get here. I'm too tired to say anything more, move."
Mina shot out of the coffin and pushed him away from her, noticing that they were in the dungeons of the Hellsing manor, in Alucard's chambers. He hit the stones and slouched against the wall like a dirt bag.
"Alucard! You bloody bastard! I thought you were dead, I was worried sick! And you come back and have just that to say!" she stalked up to him only to notice that the vampire was out like a light, eyes closed and lips turned up slightly in content.
She just gawked at him. He…fell asleep. It was just so preposterous, she was flabbergasted.
Mina looked down at the unconscious vampire. He was certainly asleep.
She could just as easily stick that white oak stake into his heart, lop of his head and burn his coffin. There would be no more nosferatu Alucard. Or better yet, she could lock him away, like Arthur Hellsing had when he had met Integra's mother. He would not drink a single drop of blood for at least one hundred years. Torturing with the secret equipment the Hellsing Family had used on him, would work too. Maybe she could convince Gabriel to show her how to inflict the most pain on her Servant.
Then again, she felt so happy she could dance the cha cha around him.
But as he lay unconscious before her feet, Mina couldn't help feel the same emotions she always did when Dracula was involved. It was just so painful, after all, he had betrayed her, yet she couldn't forget the mournful vampire's face at Sir Hellsing's funeral. She wanted to take care of him, love him, even though he thought she was an idiot for thinking that way about him.
Arthur had wrote, that the Count had nothing left anymore. No castle-no Poenari stronghold, or Kingdom or people to inhabit such. Alucard had lost his beloved master Integra, her heart and along with it, his own. He was just such a pitiful creature, walking forever in darkness from war to war, seeking his own death. Ceres even once told her Father Anderson, the famed regenerator-priest, had said Alucard became a monster, so he wouldn't have to feel pain any longer. That made Mina's heart throb even more, because ever since the Count became a monster, his life had been overfilled with pain.
She frowned slightly and knelt down beside him, moving the dark hair out of his eyes. He didn't move.
"…You betrayed me." She whispered sadly "But I still…" care about you, she finished in her thoughts and leaned to kiss his soft, cool lips lovingly. It was a sweet and tender kiss, warm and overflowing with feeling.
It was madness! All Mina would ever get out of such a relationship was a broken heart. And then she would forever walk the shadows lonely, bereft of the warmth of a family, a lover… anything. But right now, while she pressed her lips to his, surrendering to the feel of him, nothing mattered.
"I'm so glad you're safe." She whispered against his mouth.
Mina sighed and nuzzled her cheek slowly against his before getting up and walking out of the chamber, closing the heavy doors behind her, unaware of his ever watching eyes.
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okay, only two more chapters 2 go! ;) please leave a review!
*It might be hard to get why the hell Mina's suddenly alright with Alucard betraying her. There's only one explanation: she loves him (no duh). Damn, that seriously has to suck ass. Alu will ruin her.
*Also, Alucard is sweet on Feliks? O.o" I wouldn't be surprised if some ungodly-sado-maso-things happen between them in the depths of Dracula's being. I don't even know if it matters to him who he is …-ing He's just x- sexual.
Watch Hellsing OVA 9: A x Horny Sultan, for more insight.
I was chanting *o shit no, oh shit no, oh shit no*under my breath through the whole Horny Sultan x Young Alucard scene.
*Love scene, tell me what you think. I know it wasn't very descriptive but I was trying to go for emotion here, not pornography. I think it was a very desperate situation for both Alucard and Integra. It would mean the end of something (servitude, hope for a future together, boundaries) but not necessarily the begging of a new relationship. He's dead. She's old and now, she will die. Theirs is nowhere to go from here. They only have the present. ; ( ; ( ; (
*Music to the love scene: Florence and the Machine Seven Devils;other: Carolina Liar I'm not Over, 30 Seconds to Mars Night of the Hunter, Hellsing Ultimate Song of Demeter,
1 Please bear with me. Mina's pretty much dead, so a little nuclear explosion shouldn't hurt her in the slightest. Gabriel is still very much human and I plan to do a one shot about the effects the radiation has on him later on (well, it'll be AxM, but he'll be mentioned ; )).
2 I was writing this about the same time as the Earthquake and Tsunami in Nippon (April 2011), so I let my imagination run loose and came up with the idea that it was all do to paranormal activity, vampirism and conspiracy theories.
3 Peter Pan; Wendy Darling flew into Never Land flapping like some psycho seagull, before getting shot down by one of the Lost Boys due to Tinkerbell's persuasion.
4 (Russ.) First Secretary
5 Check Wiki for further info
6 (Ge.) No
7 (Russ.) I don't understand.
8 (Russ.) Stop! What?
9 I wrote a one shot where these word lead to a WHOLE different situation! ;)