It was a long drive, but Roger didn't mind. He got to stop along the way here and there, get out and stretch his legs, or get something to eat as he went. The Supernatural Resources worker knew that he could make it to Daniel Westley's cabin before dark, although he would have to drive back when it was pitch black, but it was certainly better than sitting in the office all day. Instead, he got to sit in his car.

It was April, so it getting warmer. The sea breeze was cool and Roger's shoes were not suited for climbing down the cliff to his client's current place of dwelling, but somehow, he managed without slipping and breaking his neck. Still, he cursed like a proper sailor all the way there, that's for certain.

Roger was winded by the time he made it down and had to climb the few steps. Labored breaths escaped him before rushing back in as he took a moment before knocking on the door. In the few moments it took for it to be answered, Winery stood up straight and adjusted his appearance in hopes of appearing semi-presentable and professional. When Mister Baines answered the door, however, he appeared anything but.

With bedhead, pyjama pants, and a wee bit of stubble, Audrey looked like a mess. Obviously, this vacation was either going well for him, or going horribly, from what Roger could see. Oddly, the reaper looked surprised to see him.

"Hello?" Baines greeted, leaning against the door frame.

"Hello. Mister Audrey Baines?" questioned Roger in an attempt to clarify that this was indeed his target.

"That's me. What's up? H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. want me back?"

"Oh, no. I'm Roger Winery, with the Supernatural Resources department." the worker said. "I called a few days ago about coming down here to bring you your paperwork."

"What? Already? What time is it?"

"It's… about eleven past four." Roger replied, looking down at his watch.

"Oh, bugger me..."

"Excuse me?"

"Sorry, sorry… My alarm must have not gone off." Audrey informed. "Uh, come in, I suppose. Fancy a cup of tea?"

"Oh, no. I'm just here to drop these off." the other man stated while holding out the folder he had previously tucked under his arm. "Then I'll be on my way."

Pausing, Audrey turned back around to face the other man, wearing a perplexed expression. "You drive all the way here from London, just to hand me a stack a papers and leave after a couple seconds?"

There was a long moment of silence as the other man considered how silly that sounded. True, he didn't want to head back out on the road right away. It would not only be a waste, but also exhausting. Sitting down shouldn't make one tired, but driving a vehicle requires one to focus until the destination is reached. For a long drive, that qualifies as work.

"Alright." Roger conceded. "I just didn't want to intrude."

"No problem. I could use the company, anyway." Audrey replied. "The only people who've been over have been a dead body, the police, and a grim reaper."

Suddenly, Mister Winery regretted his decision, but once he was inside, Audrey actually explained the context behind this story. Roger did not realise that the half-reaper had a tendency to be a tad grim. He did prepare good tea, though. The two of them sat down at the counter and Audrey looked over the paperwork while the other switched before blowing on his drink and sipping it. The pair of them sat in silence for a while before Audrey got up and searched for a pen. When he came back, he started filling in blanks. All the while, engaging in small talk.

"So, Winery," he began, much to the surprise and dread of the other man, "Where are you from?"

"Huh? Oh, uh..." Roger stammered, trying to think of what to say.

"You don't have to answer if you don't wanna." Audrey stated. "Personally, I'm from Manchester, originally."

"Oh, I thought your accent didn't sound like a London one..."

"Neither does yours, is why I asked. It sounds close, though."

"Ah… Have I been found out?" questioned the SR worker. "I try to fake it the best I can. How did I mess up?"

"No offense, but it's a little forced."

"Well, I'm from the North. It's a little embarrassing around these posh London-types. A couple people at the office have poked fun at me for it."

"Same." the reaper sighed. "I have a couple of blokes from the gym on my ass about everything, really. The way I talk, the way I look, my race, my species… I just ignore it."

"Oh..." Roger looked down at that prospect. "I've been wanting to go to the gym, but I've been too scared to because of stuff like that..."

"Most of the soldiers are nice. You should go on Mondays, Wednesdays, or Thursdays in the afternoon." informed the other. "That's when Captain- sorry, Major Harland is there. She and her people don't tolerate that sort of thing. Those guys don't stick around long once they walk in the door."

"Who's that?"

"Muscley chick, tattoos all over. She's got one that looks like angel wings that go down her arms and another that's a rook. Scar on her chin… You'll know her if you see her."

"Still not to confident about that… I've been wanting to gain some muscle, though."

"Oh, you should ask her for help. She helped me out with it, no problem." Audrey answered, perking up a bit. "She only specialises in practical muscle, though, so you won't look like a body builder or nothin'."

"I don't much care for that, meself, but I'd like to be a little bigger." Raising his brows before arching one, Winery became confused when the other smiled at that.

"Your accent slipped, mate." the reaper said with a mischievous twinge.

"Piss off."

"Don't like it? Go home."

"I'm not done with my tea." Protested Roger. "You invited me in for it."

"True."

Silence followed after that. The conversation died due to lack of anything to say, really. Neither Audrey or Roger knew of anything they had in common. In fact, Roger was starting to regret his decision to leave as well as his stubborn nature. He simply didn't want to leave because he was told to. Certainly not a good person who was suited to military work, which was why he wasn't a soldier.

Eventually, however, it was noticeable that Audrey was at a spot in the paperwork where he was struggling. Putting down his cup, the SR employee's eyes fixed on the page and tried to read it upside down. This persisted for a while until the man could not bear letting it lie any longer.

"Need help?" he casually questioned, pretending that he wasn't frustrated with the other not asking for assistance. Looking up, the reaper wore a dopey expression as the offer sank in.

"Oh. Yeah. I don't really get some of this stuff." spoke Baines, furrowing his brow as he looked back down at the paper. "Where do I write down that I'm only half human? Isn't that important information?"

"Hmmm… Yes." Standing up, Roger leaned over the table and took the page in question to examine it more thoroughly. Moving his glasses down his nose, he looked over at them while squinting. "Ah. Here. I would put it under 'medical concerns' or 'prior conditions'. More inclined on the latter, really."

"Oh… You sure they'll get it?"

"It's their job to. If they don't, someone is fired."

Audrey believed him as he spoke surely with conviction. Nodding, he filled in the blank with what he needed to inform the organization, especially their doctors, but was confused in other places as well. "What do they mean by 'preferred pronouns'?"

Now this, caused Roger to freeze in his tracks. Hesitation was a must in this situation, as Roger had to make a descision. Did he explain it and risk exposing himself? What would happen if he did? He didn't know Audrey hardly at all aside from his name, his species, his department, and the fact that he was apparently from Manchester. What Roger didn't know was important in this very moment, and that was whether Audrey was a threat to him should he speak on the matter.

The thought filled him with terror. It flooded him in an instant, locking him in place and sending his mind reeling. In a matter of seconds, he needed to make the call. Was there a risk? Was the risk worth it? Was this okay? In the end, he bit the bullet and decided to explain it as bluntly as possible with only the absolute necessary pieces of information. Perhaps the man wouldn't notice. Roger prayed that he didn't.

"That's uh… The pronouns you go by or use." he said. "Do you like to be called by "he" or "him", "her" and "she", or something else entirely. Uh… It might only concern you if you're transgender..." The man's body was tense as he braced for the worst, but thank God and all that was good for Audrey's response.

"Oh." the reaper replied. "Okay. I'll just put 'he and him', then. Is that the reason why 'sex' and 'gender' are on there twice?"

"Uh, yeah… For the purposes of the paperwork, you put down what you identify as under 'gender', and what sex you were born as under 'sex'. This way, if something happens to you, uh… Oh, I dunno... they don't give you the wrong dose of anesthesia and kill you on accident."

"Oh, yeah. That's fucked up." Once again, Audrey looked down and continued to write, finishing the page before looking up again to grab the next. In the process, however, he glanced up at the other man. He stared for a few seconds, making the other visibly uncomfortable for a moment before asking: "Are you trans?"

It would appear that Roger was not in the clear after all. In fact, this was the worst thing he could have been asked in that moment. Once again, he had a choice- one that he did not want to make. There was still not indication that Audrey wasn't a threat or danger to him, and he was out here in the middle of nowhere with him all on his own. Audrey is much stronger than Roger. The human could tell just by looking at him. He was afraid. This was not good.

"Yes?" the man let out with very little confidence and a weak shrug.

"Cool." was all the reaper said in response before casually going back to filling out his papers. A rush of relief washed over poor Roger as it seemed like he was in the clear. With a heavy sigh, his body relaxed, but the action didn't go unnoticed.

"Oh, shit, sorry..." Audrey apologised, looking up again. "I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that. My bad. I don't know the right way of going about this sort of thing. I really should've by now."

"It's hard to know..." answered the other man. "Some people are loud and proud, while others aren't. I think the best thing is to just let the person tell you on their own."

"Shit, I'm sorry, man."

"It's fine. Don't worry about it." Roger insisted, although he wasn't sure how true that was, himself. "Do you know other people who are or something?"

"Well… I did meet this reaper this one time, but that was one time." Baines stated. "I'm just not surprised by this stuff anymore. I'm friends with two gay werewolves, a lesbian vampire who is married to one of them while an incubus is with the other, and then two bisexual demons who are also married. If I went mental over every different person I saw, I'd be working in the wrong place."

"I suppose so..." Winery said, sitting back down.

"Unfortunately, they're not here to set me straight." Pausing, Audrey thought about that for a moment before adding: "...Helping me not make an ass of myself, I mean."

"I know what you mean." Now it was the other's turn to stop and think. "So what are you?"

"Just a boring 'ol straight, half-white, male grim reaper."

"Got some Asian persuasion, huh?"

"Hey." snapped Audrey before pausing. "You don't get to say that." Moments passed and the two stared at each other. Roger looked terrified, while Audrey looked cross. That is, until he cracked a smile.

"I'm just fuckin' with you, mate. Relax." he laughed, causing the other to roll his eyes.

"Fuck you."

"Sorry, man. I just told you I'm straight."

The two continued to talk for a few more hours, and during this time, Audrey completed his paperwork. He asked questions several times, meaning it was a damn good thing that Roger was there to help him. Winery was even kind enough to offer and take the paperwork back with him on his way back. It was dark, but he had to go back sometime. Audrey offered him to stay the night, but he declined, instead opting for a relaxing, long drive back in the dark.

He was exhausted upon returning to London, but the day wasn't terrible. There are worse ways to spend a workday, and not walking into the office was always welcome. It was all in a days work for those who work in the Supernatural Relations Department, but for Roger, it was a pleasant miniature road trip and not much else.


A/N: It's three in the morning and I'm tired.

This chapter was originally just supposed to be about HELLSING paperwork policy, but that didn't happen. Still, I feel like I got a teensy bit of a feel for Roger, maybe? Dunno what he's going to be used for tho... For now, he's just the go-to "Supernatural Relations" guy...

Maybe someday...

Dunno what I'm gonna do next tho...

Story of my life...

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!