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A/N: This one concerns punctuation:
(Text). : - Dialogue;
"(text)." : - Thoughts;
"(text)." : - Telepathic Conversation.
Jack opened her eyes and immediately her head was filled by a bulging pain that made her close them again. Her right hand went to her eyes, the index and thumb rubbing the bridge of her nose.
– Shit, I feel like I've been smoking that stuff that makes you laugh… – She whispered to herself.
– Good Morning!
She opened her eyes immediately, trying to ignore the pain that came right after. She tried to focus on the figure that appeared to be sitting next to her. She didn't recognize the voice. It was feminine. She blinked a couple of times more and the image of a blonde girl smiling turned clear.
– Where am I? – She asked the blonde girl, looking around.
She was in some sort of a room, with a paraphernalia of monitors and machines. A constant beep was being heard. Her heartbeat.
–"Ok, not dead." – She thought.
– You're in Hellsing, on the medical ward. You were shot, and we are taking care of you.
Jack furrowed her eyebrows, trying to remember what happened. Nothing.
– I was shot?
– Yes, and you lost a lot of blood. That was what made you collapse. We thenbrought you here. You've been out for two days now.
Ok, now she was confused. Shot? How the hell was she shot?
She remembered that Max had phoned her and she was supposed to go to London and… and… nothing more! But wait! The girl…
– Listen miss… what's up with that accent?
The blonde giggled.
– It would be more normal if I asked you that… After all, you are in England.
Jack looked wide eyed at the blonde.
– Holy crap!
– Nice to see the fall didn't change your personality…
Her head snapped to where the voice had come from. Standing there was a blonde guy, braided hair around his neck.
– What the fuck is going on? Can someone explain to me what am I doing in England?
She was confused now. Very confused. And she hated being confused… It pissed her off. That was why she hated Math. She also hatedwhen she didn't have coffee in the morning… And out of cigarettes at 3 a.m. ... (Sorry, I'm rambling…)
The blonde guy looked at her with a confused look of his own.
– Where do you think you were? Japan?
– No. America! I am in America… Or I thought I was… Damn… – She put her arm over her eyes. – I can't remember shit…
– Amnesia.
Another unfamiliar voice. She lifted her arm and looked to the door. Although the voice she had heard was feminine, a male figure was standing there. With a more scrutinising look Jack noted that it was after all a woman. She was wearing a green suit, glasses and long blonde hair. What was up with that? Christ, was everyone around there blonde? Jeezzee!
– Come again?
– I said amnesia. You have amnesia. The physicians told me it could happen, with the fall, the loss of blood and … err… everything.
The other two looked at the one in the door and there was a very strange exchange of weird looks that confused her. Again. Damn. This wasn't really her day.
She tried to lift herself up, but failed miserably: a throbbing pain on her left shoulder made her stay put and groan in pain.
– Let me take a wild guess: I was shot in the shoulder?
– Yes. – The blonde guy answered.
She looked at him again. He was cute! She slapped herself mentally; this was no time to think about those sorts of things. She then frowned.
– Talk about dejá vu… – She whispered. She then looked at the trio. – Ok, I'm in London. Do I know you people?
The blonde woman pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose.
– I think you had a "close encounter" with Captain Pip Bernadette a little after you were shot… – She said, a small grin appearing on her lips as she shot a look at the giggling blonde girl.
Jack felt her cheeks starting to burn.
– Close encounter?
Jack heard a growl coming from the blonde man, Pip.
– You punched him, right on the nose. – The blonde girl said, laughing a little more and pointing at her own nose.
– Oh! – Jack exclaimed, looking down, and blushing in fury now. –"Damn me and my perverted mind! Shesh…Take your mind out of the gutter girl!"
– What were you thinking about Jack? – She heard a voice in a mocking tone ask. She looked at the bearer: Pip. He had a mischievous smirk on his face and a knowing gleam on his eye.
– Shut up you perv. I wasn't thinking about anything 'k? – She hissed, angry.
– Why are you calling me a perv? Is it because you were thinking about…
She cut him off, grinning.
– I was thinking about your name. Pip? I had a dog that was named Pip. He used to do everything I wanted. – She said, smiling mischievously.
– I can also do everything you want. You just have to push the right buttons! – He purred.
– Maybe that was why I punched you in the nose. It does look like a button! – Jack smirked.
Ceras was following the conversation with interest, grinning. Finally, someone for Pip to bother besides her! And, of all things, someone that actually was good in answering back! Normally Ceras would throw something heavy at his head after the first remark he made. Or run to Walter to tell on him.
Integra looked at the scene feeling an upcoming migraine. Again.
– "I do think that they are feeling a little too comfortable around me. After all, I am the Leader of the Hellsing Organization! They should have a little more respect."
She then smiled, looking at the whole picture. Maybe it wasn't all that bad. They were, after all, the closest thing she had to a family.
– It's not because of that! And I like them like this! – Jack yelled out, pushing herself up and falling down again on the bed due to the pain.
– You like them like that? Liar! Hey Ceras, why don't you borrow some of yours to her? You have enough to go around!
– Why you… – Ceras stood from the chair and started racing after an already retreating Pip.
Ceras passed by Integra, a brisk of wind making her hair sway slightly. Integra sweat dropped, sighing.
– Kick him for me, once. No twice! – Jack yelled out, smiling. Somehow she knew that the blonde girl, Ceras? would do exactly that.
– Jack.
She looked up at the green suited blonde. Man, she had forgotten all about her in the middle of the discussion.
She blushed a little.
She could feel that this woman was some kind of big shot, the aura of authority she held was almost palpable now.
– Yes ma'm? – Jack answered.
Integra flinched at the title. She hated that title.
– You do know I have to make you some questions.
Jack nodded.
– But due to your state, I don't think I can have the answers to the one's I consider to be the most important.
Jack nodded again.
– So let's begin by the basics. My name is Sir Integra Wingates Hellsing, and I am the leader of the Hellsing Organization. You were shot on an operation by our officers and brought here to recover from your wound. The reason why we didn't left you on a hospital was because we wanted to keep this incident as secret as we can. There as been some kind of… err… movement of an underground militia that has as a primary objective to kill the Queen.
– Oh!
– We were almost sure that you had some information concerning this matter, but, due to your current situation, there is no way of knowing.
– I understand. So, what are you going to do?
– Well, I would like to know your name, so we can reach your family to tell them you are alright. – Integra said, her face cold and inexpressive.
– You want to know my name so you can see if I really am connected to the militia. – Jack retorted, her expression as serious as Integra's.
She saw the corners of Integra's lips curl into a little smile.
– Perhaps.
Jack didn't know why the hell she was there, or how she got there for that matter, but she knew one thing: she wasn't a part of the militia. She only prayed that by now Max had already changed her name in the Database. If this organisation was government funded, if they found out about her past, it would be complicated for her to get out of here.
Without handcuffs that is.
– Jacqueline Adrian Talbot.
– You will stay here until you have recovered from your wound. – Integra said, turning her back on her and heading for the door.
– Sir Hellsing?
Integra stopped on her tracks and without looking back she said:
– Yes Miss Talbot?
– You don't have to worry about warning my family.
Integra looked over her shoulder to the girl in bed, a quirked eyebrow.
Jack smiled sadly.
– I don't have anyone left. – She stated, looking up at the ceiling and closing her eyes.
Alucard was taking his evening stroll around the Hellsing properties, bored out of his mind, when he saw a caqui green and blonde blur wheeze right pass him.
He stopped, furrowing his eyebrows together and looked back.
Nothing.
He shrugged his shoulders and proceeded with his walk when suddenly another blur, this time blue and blonde, passed, following the first one, the brisk of wind it made when it passed making his hat fall from his head and his coat swirl around him.
He growled something under his breath and summoned his hat to its rightful place.
"Police Girl!"
"Not now Master, I'm almost catching that bloody (censured because ratings can't cover this kind of language) French!"
"My, my Police Girl, what a foul mouth you have!"
She didn't answer him, but he could fell the wave of anger coming from his fledgling's mind. He chuckled. Looking back at the "coyote–roadrunner routine" and put his hand on is chin, thinking.
– Well, – He muttered to himself. – I guess she deserves a little help from me, especially when she finds out the last one I pulled on her…
He then looked around and summoned a branch that was on the floor. Aiming it on the caqui green blur he smirked and threw it at him.
His smirk grew wider when he fell down, a cloud of dust extending for more then two meters as Captain Pip Bernadette was having an earthy and grass rich late supper.
"Thanks Master!"
"You're welcome Police Girl."
"Wait a minute… Why did you help me?"
"…"
"Master…?"
"…"
"Master, what did you do?"
He looked at her standing next to Pip that was trying to crawl away from her.
"He's getting away."
He smirked when he saw her putting her foot on Pip's back, making him whimper so loudly that even some of the soldiers in the fire range stopped for a moment and looked at each other quizzically.
– It worked! – He said, grinning insanely and continuing with his stroll. – You don't have to be so impatient Police Girl. You will find out soon enough!
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