The Blizzard Story
A Hellsing Fanfic
Sapphirewyren
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing
Author's Notes: The recent blizzard inspired this fanfic. Thank you snow plot bunnies and Ice muses. Enjoy!
Snow blanketed the entire Hellsing property, but that didn't mean a day off for anyone, there was still work to do. For Walter that meant shoveling the walkways and pavement. Sir Integra didn't want to face a lawsuit if any of those old coots of the Round Table slipped and fell. So here he was, shoveling, but did she really have to stand him watching? Walter could feel her sapphire gaze on his back and it was getting annoying. "Sir, instead of watching, how about grabbing a shovel and helping?"
Integra chuckled; "Sometimes, Walter I think you have the strangest sense of humor."
"I wasn't trying to be humorous, Sir."
"Perhaps you should, it would suit you better instead of the frown, you're sporting right now."
Walter sighed, here he was, an old man shoveling and there was Integra in her youth, just standing there smoking her cigar. Just then Pip walked by and the director beckoned him over; "Bring all your men here, with shovels."
"Sir you pay us to fight vampires, not shovel."
"What was that? You don't mind working for free? You are willing to forego your next pay check? Well that is very kind of you, Captain Bernadotte."
Pip grumbled, but he went off to fetch his men. When they returned, none of them looked happy.
"Why the frowns, gentlemen? If you're going to live here, you might as well do something besides eat, sleep and shoot."
A couple minutes later Walter and Integra were sitting front of roaring fireplace drinking large mugs of hot chocolate with marshmallows. Now this was more like it! Integra took a piece of paper out of her pocket and handed it to Walter.
"I took the liberty of writing out a list of chores for the mercenaries to complete."
Walter just laughed.