Author's Note: This will possibly be longer than I had expected. Thanks to my one and only reviewer so far goddessa39.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the thoughts in my head, as crazy and demented as people have accused them being. I also own this plot. It's my own thing. If anyone gets a plot bunny from this, feel free to use it. Plot bunnies from my experience are evil violent creatures.

Chapter Summary: Xander sees his grandson looking at a familiar picture. His grandson demands answers which will lead to more questions. Post season 7 by many years.

And now on with our show.

Xander had been up for half an hour. He had finished showering and dressing. He may be older now but he could still dress himself thank you very much. He was wandering through the house missing the sounds of his three boys when they were growing up. Echoes of a time now gone rang through his head.

But something else echoed in his mind. Alucard, the Hellsing family pet monster.

The boy is up Alexander. I see he has found something that only brings to mind more questions.

Xander was glad he was used to Alucard's telepathy now. "Alucard, don't do that. Spying on Abe are you? And…oh never mind. Trying to get you to call me Xander is like how G-Man used to get annoyed at me calling him that," Xander grumbled in a good natured way.

Xander had a feeling about what Alucard had spoken of. That caused him to just move off towards the living room. He eyed his grandson, wanting to tell Abe off for walking around without shoes again. But he didn't say a word. He just moved and took a seat o the couch.

Abraham looked up from where he was. "Gramps!" He flashed a bright lop-sided grin that indicated he was Xander's grandson. Only a Harris-Hellsing could do that.

"Hey Abe," Xander spoke watching his grandson look down at a picture.

"Grandpa. How come there's a picture of you with a bunch of cartoon characters?" He inspected the picture more closely. "Uncle Wesley is there too!" He pointed to the boy he was a near mirror-image of.

Xander had to laugh. "Long story there."

"But…Why do they look so real? Even the Flash looks real-life. He has his arm in a sling," Abraham pointed out.

Xander grinned at the boy. "That's because they are real. Just another reality."

When he saw the questioning look on Abraham's face he knew it would be story-telling time. The only way to really satisfy the boy.

A/N: Longer than I had wanted. But I'm too lazy to break it into parts.