Off Time #5: Priest and a Nun part 1

By: SleepyNinja

Disclaimer: Don't own Hellsing and not making a dime. I'm not even making any pennies off of this whatsoever. The entire idea goes out to the creator of the show itself, not me.

A/N: Review or I'll cry and stuff.

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The oil soaked rag went over the cold metal. It was a constant back and forth motion as always. Jack sat in the flower pattern chair next to the bed, oil and sheath both thrown casually on the white carpeting. The TV was on BBC with the volume turned down low- after all; with his hearing turning it up any louder would more than likely burst his eardrums. Jack held the blade out, getting a good glare from the overhead light. The blade was still sharp and smooth with a few scratches here and there. It always surprised Jack that the blade was almost in perfect condition; there should be more wear and tear after all the abuse it had taken.

He shook his head and went back to oiling the blade. It wasn't like there was anything better to do. Seras had gone out for a while and said she would be back later, so he was alone with his sword. All alone with the very sword that eerily reminded him of the last 7 months so that every time he looked at it, it sent a soft shiver of excitement throughout his body.

The training in Japan had been effective. The blade now felt like a natural extension of his body. He knew where he'd have to stand and how much force to use to cut the TV and the entertainment center in half with one stroke, how far to reach if he wanted to cut the pillow slip, but not the pillow itself.

The blade was comforting, a constant in the own stupid changes he had initiated. He left without warning for what? Revenge, maybe a blind sense of hope that he could end his torment without conscience or pain for having left with no better explanation than that he had 'something to take care of'? Yeah. Why couldn't it have been a better reason? Anything was better than revenge. Revenge is self-centered. Couldn't it have been to do something for someone else?

Jack continued rubbing down the blade. The more he thought about it he became a bigger jackass, leaving for months on end with no contact. Getting hammered, locking himself up in that damn room for days on end cutting himself off from everyone else. Especially her- that beautiful blond female vampire who had stolen his heart and didn't know it because he left too soon to go take up his vengeance against the not-so-indestructible Paladin.

He'd have to make it up to her. He shook his head. He didn't even know why she bothered to give him the time of day. He'd been an egocentric ass, but she stilled cared.

He leaned forward to get a smudge out of the sword. He tried to focus on the shiny metal but failed. "When was the last time we did something nice together?" he thought to himself. The last walk through the city didn't work out to well. And when was the last time he just looked her in the eye and told her he loved her? When was the last time he said she looked nice? Groaning loudly enough to have Alucard hear him, Jack leaned back in the chair with a fit of self loathing. Thinking like this was going to make himself go fucking crazy.

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Seras had walked a few blocks before she stopped next to a news stand and reached into her pocket and pulled out a cell phone. A few people were around but the area was rather remote so she wouldn't have to worry about someone eavesdropping. She hit redial and put the receiver to her ear.

It rang a few times before someone picked up. It was Walter. "Hello?"

"Walter is Integra there?"

"No, I'm afraid she's retired for the night. However you can give me your report and I'll give it to her tomorrow morning with breakfast."

"Alright. Nothing has really happened since I arrived. He said he's been in Japan since he left. He looks pretty tired. I don't think he's been sleeping very well."

"I see. What has he been up to in Italy?"

"He wouldn't say. He said it's all over the news, but everything is in Italian, and he's clammed up so I can't read his thoughts."

"We'll search the news and contact you tomorrow."

"Or," Alucard's voice interrupted over the line, "you could just ask me. I didn't think Owens had it in him."

"Indulge us Alucard." Walter said. "I'd rather not be skimming the news in Italian."

"Well I have Owens to thank for my new doorstop."

"And what would that be?"

"The head of Judas," he cackled.

There was a pause after Alucard's laughter died down. "I'm guessing that the Vatican is pretty pissed off." Seras said.

"Seras do be on the watch for any Vatican operatives, you may have trouble on your hands."

"Alright. I should be headed back." She was about to press the end button but she stopped. "Walter you still there?"

"Yes, what is it?"

"Did I get anything in the mail recently?"

"Not to my knowledge."

"Thanks." She ended the call and placed the phone in her pocket. "It's getting early," she thought as she ran her fingers through her hair. Did Jack want to kill Anderson more than he wanted to spend time with her? She was hit by a pang of self-loathing, only it wasn't her own. It came from the direction of the hotel. It was Jack. She stood there for a minute. She turned around to the other direction and started walking.

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Heinkel and Yumiko sat by the phone waiting for Maxwell to tell them when and where to go. They'd been in Germany when Maxwell ordered them back to the Vatican ASAP. They each sat on a plush leather chair in one of Section XIII's various offices. Their car was ready for immediate departure outside; there was plenty of ammunition (silver of course) and Yumie's sword.

"Maxvell seems bent out of shape about this one doesn't he?" Heinkel muttered. "Ve don't usually deal vith wampires."

"I heard this one killed Anderson," Yumiko said meekly.

"VAT?"

"I heard Maxwell talking about it."

"Ve need a wacation."

"You're telling me."

"Vat! Vat did I zay?"

"N-nothing to worry about. We can take out those damned vamps just as soon as we get orders to leave."

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"So, Owens killed Anderson? Interesting. He may be worth keeping around after all." Integra mused as everything seemed to fall into place after Walter told her what was going on. "Keep Seras informed on everything she needs to know. Where they are, he just might come in handy."

"Of course, Sir Integra, it will be as you say." Walter said with a classic bow which brought his right arm in a soft semi-circle stopping just above his heart. He smiled thoughtfully. There was no telling how long it would be before Jack started developing his more potent abilities. A restriction system would need to be placed on both of them eventually. But that would be later. Perhaps after his time. But whatever was going to happen in Italy was going to be defiantly interesting to say the least.

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Alucard sat back in his room as he thought back to the phone conversation with Seras. He did so love the way that Jack kept Anderson on edge as they fought in that church. And then the other soldiers! Oh what a riot to have seen the way that the young nosferatu tore through them like a hot knife through butter; the master vampire could have laughed until he died, again, that night.

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Jack sighed heavily as he sheathed his sword once again. He wondered when Seras would be coming back. She probably figured it out already. She'd probably come in screaming at him. Just another thing he needed on his conscience. Lying and making shit up wasn't going to help. She was, after all, the one who gave him a second chance at life. Would she give him a second chance with their relationship as well? He was hoping that she would.

"A snowballs chance in Hell, Owens. A snowball's chance in Hell." A voice inside him said.

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A/N: R&R