Hmm. Well. Ok. Here goes.

Chapter 5

Alucard paced uncomfortably in his rooms, a look of agitation on his face. He'd thought over his actions towards Integra, and was, for the first time in eons, unsure if what he had done was right.

He was very confused.

(A/N: so am I, by the way. In terms of what's going to happen in this chapter, anyway).

In previous situations, he had solved his problems by attacking them face on, and that had always worked. There had never been the question of why he'd done it,or whether or not it was wrong, or right, to do whatever he decided to do.

In all his years of existence, as either a human or a vampire, he couldn't recall a situation where someone else's emotions were involved that also affected how he felt.

After some considerable time he decided, firmly, that it was his duty as both a servant—and friend—to apologize to his master. With a twinge of guilt he realized that it was the first time he had purposefully ever made his master cry, and that it would be chaotic to leave things as they were at present.

A small, resigned sigh escaped him as he departed from his rooms and reappeared in Integra's chambers an instant later in front of her desk.

Integra had stopped crying and was doing paperwork when he appeared. With a start she dropped the paper she was holding and glared at him sternly. "Alucard, I was doing paperw—" she began to lecture, when he stepped forward and put a finger on her lips.

"Don't try to pretend nothing happened," he chided, coming closer to her as she was standing up.

Integra followed his movements with her eyes and impatiently brushed away his finger with her hand. "Then don't you dare try to kiss me again, or I'll—" she started warn him, before he bent down and kissed her on the mouth anyway.

"Too late," he said wickedly, in her mind, deepening the kiss even while she was struggling. "Don't deny that you want this," he continued in a more serious tone.

(A/N: that last line he says is true cliché Hellsing fanfic spirit there, I know. There's one in every fic. Don't kill me for it).

Integra made a strangled noise and Alucard broke the kiss, eyes narrowed.

"I..." Integra began, struggling for words. "I don't know what to feel," she ended in a murmur, looking away.

Her eyes widened when she felt Alucard's arms around her, drawing her to close to him. "Alucard," she started to protest, as he moved them to her chair and sat down.

"Yes?" He asked her neutrally, shifting position so that Integra leaned fully against him and he could easily stroke her hair.

"This...this goes against everything I, and the Hellsing Organization, stand for," she said softly, in a mixed tone of regret and dignity.

Alucard stopped running his fingers through her hair and tilted her face up to look at him. "So?" He asked bluntly, staring at her frankly as his mouth formed the simple word that showed he didn't care at all.

Integra opened her mouth to yell at him, and then closed it. He had a point. It didn't matter—as long as no one found out. And inside, she knew the ache she felt was the yearning for him to love her; hold her. If only this once, she wanted to be with him.

She reached out and wrapped arms around his neck, drawing his face down for a kiss. Alucard's faint look of surprise disappeared when he became distracted with other things.

"Sir Integra I've brought you tea and—" Walter began to say as he walked through the door bearing a heavy tray. He looked up as he closed the door behind him and froze, the faintest look of shock and disapproval crossing his face.

Integra stood up abruptly from the chair and looked at Walter with the calmest look she could muster. Walter matched her cold stare and set down the tray. "May I have a word with you, Miss Integra," he said softly.

Without a backward glance she nodded, and said quietly, "Alucard, please leave for a moment." Alucard stood and inclined his head, looking at Walter strangely before fading from sight.

"Miss Integra, do you have any idea what you have gotten yourself into?" he asked her sternly. "Your father is probably turning in his grave."

Integra's lips twitched at that and she met his steady gaze with a small smile. "My father was cremated, Walter," she pointed out to him in a murmur.

"You are missing the point, Sir Integra, and I am asking you to think about this before you—" Walter started to say in a scolding tone.

"I don't recall it being your place to tell me what to do," Integra interrupted shakily, fists clenched.

Walter stared at her briefly and turned away to pick up the tray. "Here's your tea," he said stiffly, setting it a little too hard on her desk.

"Thank you, Walter," Integra said chillingly, picking up some paperwork as he left the room.

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Ouch. I find it hard to believe I wrote that....that....chapter. too sappy? Not sappy enough?

Well.

Sooner or later this fic will probably get a rating change.

And...a quick (but heartfelt) apology to everyone and everything that I've spelled wrong. It will all be dusted up, someday.