Author's Note: Muses are evil creatures that attack you when you need to get other things done. I will probably write this in a Drabble form of around 500 words per chapter. If anyone has any feed back, please give it. I will shower you with much praise.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the muses who urge me to get this out of my system. I only hope I do the characters justice.
Summary: Second part to Memories. Xander's grandson starts to go through a certain photo album. Set post season 7, many years into the future. Will be a multi-cross over eventually. For now it's mostly BtVS/ Integra Hellsing with a little surprise at the end.
Young Abraham Hellsing was wandering his grandparent's home early that morning. His dark hair was mused from sleep. The boy didn't feel like combing it. One of the maids might grab the child though and comb it for him.
He wrinkled his nose in annoyance. He didn't want them touching his hair. It was fine the way it was, the ten year old boy had decided. He found his way to the living room, and glanced around.
"Ha! Safe," Abraham whooped and jumped up onto the couch, snuggling into the pillows. But then something caught his attention. He glanced over towards his grandpa Xander's favorite chair. Then blinked slowly with the curiosity that came with his age.
He slid off the couch, giving a soft squeak when his bare feet touched the hardwood floor it being quite cold. He quickly sprung onto a rug, burying his toes in the rug.
"Cold," he commented out loud. Then picked up the old photo album with a curious air.
He just plopped down on the rug and flipped it open. He shifted through page after page of pictures. None of them caught his interest until he noticed something very strange.
"Huh? How come Gramps is in that picture with the Justice League! They're just Saturday morning cartoons," the young boy exclaimed looking socked. He thought he even saw great-auntie Dawn in the picture too. Grandpa better explain this tale. Or else.
