Okay, here I am back for my next full length crossover fic. This time, it's Witch Hunter Robin and Hellsing. This is my first shot at Hellsing so please take it easy on me. I know that there's a language barrier there but I'm choosing to ignore it for the sake of my own sanity. Also, be aware that I'm using the Hellsing anime and NOT the manga as the basis for this crossover. In WHR continuity, this story takes place during the time that Amon and Robin were in exile after the fall of the Factory and BEFORE they met Inuyasha and Kagome in the original Hunting Dogs. I hadn't wanted to write a prequel to Hunting Dogs. But my timeline left me no choice. In Hellsing continuity, this story takes place a week after the last episode. The epilogue takes place after Hunting Dogs.
Because the story takes place in London, I'll be using some words in British English. I will be providing a glossary at the end of each chapter. I'll be including explanatory notes in there too. If you don't understand something, chances are it has a note. And in case you hadn't figured it out, I don't own any of these characters.
Hunting Dogs 3: Canine Rescue League
1
Robin was glad that London had returned to normal. She had been looking forward to touring the city since she and Amon had left New York. Arriving in the middle of such a mess had been a disappointment to her. But now that they had come back down from the Lake District, everything seemed alright. There were no more explosions or random lightning strikes, though the damage left by them was plain to see. Outside the Piccadilly tube station, a road crew was working furiously to repair a huge rift in the pavement. Robin and Amon had to walk around the traffic cones to get to Piccadilly Circus. It was lunch time and the mid-day sun was warm on Robin's face as she crossed the square. Amon walked faster but she didn't care. He stopped by the big fountain and stared off into space. Robin sat down on the cool stone of the fountain's edge with two styrofoam containers full of fish and chips. She nudged Amon in the belly with one of the containers to get his attention. He took it and began to pick at the fries.
"Where do you want to go next?" she asked.
"You're the one who wanted to come here. What do you want to do?" he replied.
"The wax museum," she said through a mouthful of fish.
2
Seras Victoria adjusted her sunglasses as the bus approached the hospital. It was just dark enough for her to go out and she needed the tinted lenses to shield her eyes from the lingering daylight. The bus pulled up alongside the big white building and Seras was the first one off. She didn't know what Walter had been so nervous about on the phone, but she was anxious to find out. The events of the week before had left many injured and the hospital was full of patients and visiting family members. Seras played Walter's message over and over again in her head as she made her way through the crowded corridors.
"Officer Victoria, this phone line is not secure but there is something I must tell you. Come see me at the hospital as soon as you can. This is a matter of life and death."
The more Seras thought about it, the more confused she became. What could be so important that Walter couldn't say it on the phone? The only thing she knew that was remotely useful now was Walter's room number. She took the lift up to the third floor and moved down another hallway. She read the numbers on the doors as she passed until she reached 21B, Walter's room. It was a private room, of course. The Hellsing family was not stingy when it came to old friends. Seras knocked on the door.
"Enter." Walter's voice was as upbeat as ever. For a moment, Seras found it hard to believe that he had survived a horrific helicopter crash just a week before. It stopped being hard when she walked into the room. Walter lay on his back on the pure white hospital sheets, his right leg in a cast and the stitches from his head wound still showing. The surgical scar from the repair of his punctured lung was hidden under his hospital gown. Seras could tell he was still very weak, and yet he talked as if he were back at home preparing Sir Integra's tea.
"So nice to see you Victoria," he said. "It's been so terribly dull here."
"What did you want to tell me Walter?" Seras asked, moving up to the edge of the bed.
Walter paused for a moment, making sure that the door was closed.
"Were you followed?" he asked.
"I don't know. I didn't see anybody following me. Walter, what's going on?"
"Sir Integra is in danger."
"What are you talking about? Sir Integra is still in prison. You know that."
"That's why she's in danger. Someone is plotting against her."
"Who? How do you know this?"
"The identity of the would-be assassin is still unknown as yet. The mole in the Round Table has been taken care of, but Sir Integra has quite a few enemies. Any one of them could be taking advantage of this opportunity. And as for my source, you'd be surprised what you can learn by listening. People are not shy about talking in front of an old man who appears to be sleeping."
"So what is this mysterious person's plan? Pray tell."
"To have Sir Integra charged with high treason."
"What? That will never work. The Queen herself knows that Sir Integra did no such thing. She would never let that happen."
"The trial is already arranged. Her Majesty has no choice. In two days, Sir Integra will be found guilty and executed."
"That's ridiculous. What does Sir Integra plan to do about it?"
"She doesn't know. The trial is being set up in secret and I have no way to get word to her. That's why I called you."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Sneak into the Tower and tell Sir Integra what's happening."
"Sneak into the Tower? You've got to be kidding. Why not ask Master Alucard to do it?"
"You know very well that Alucard does nothing without Sir Integra's orders. If you can get into the Tower and speak to her, she may order Alucard to help her escape."
"But Walter, how am I going to sneak in? The Tower is still crawling with police and military."
"I'm sure you can find a way, Officer Victoria."
"Thanks a lot, Walter."
Seras left Walter's room almost more confused than when she'd arrived. At least her mission was clear enough. Sneak into the dungeon under the Tower of London and warn Sir Integra that she was about to be railroaded right into the hangman's noose. Simple enough…
Story notes:
Lake District - An area in the mountains of northern England. Famous for natural beauty.
Tube - slang term for the London subway system. It's official name is The Underground.
Pavement - sidewalk
Piccadilly Circus - A large public square in London
Fish and chips - A common English dish consisting of a fish filet and fries. Very popular tourist food.
The wax museum - Robin is referring to Madame Toussaud's Wax Museum. A famous gallery full of wax figures of celebrities and historical figures. A popular London tourist attraction.
Lift - elevator
The Tower - Walter is referring to the Tower of London. A famous old castle in the heart of the city. Site of many nasty events throughout its history. Sometimes called the Bloody Tower. Its medieval dungeon and torture chamber are popular tourist attractions.