Authoress: Sorry guys, I've been working two jobs. I have to get the money to buy my soul back from the college. Forgive me.

Alucard: All is unforgivable, let's string her up!

Zoe: You are violent today.

Alucard: I just watched "The Happening"

Authoress: (blink) There's not a lot of violence in that, just a lot of death.

Alucard: Makes me violent. (Roar)

Authoress: Idiot.

Disclaimer: I own only that which is not owned already by those with more money! Which means I own only Rachel and a few of the high school kids.

I'm Not Asking for an Accomplice

Chapter 2: Sick Day & Integra's New Name

Loaded down with two comforters and a couple of sheets, the patient was sure she could no longer feel her feet under all the warmth and weight. A wash-cloth was placed upon her heated head and a thermometer was stuck under her tongue until it was quickly snatched up by an elderly gentleman with a monocle. There were pillows fluffed and stuffed behind her and a phone-number on the beside-table should a condition of some sort get worse. The room was slightly crowded, for four different people were always present with the appearance of others at random intervals. It was all rather soap-oprah-y.

"It's a cold, Alucard, not yellow fever," Rachel mentioned stubbornly as she tried to wiggle free of the strong grasp of the cottony comforters and escape the prison of covers and blankets. No luck, she was trapped like a worm, well, except she was much cleaner than a worm. The young girl sneezed at the end of her point-making and sighed afterwards. It was annoying when the cold itself was aiding the enemy in argument.

The damp cloth slipped from her forehead, but it was caught by a white-gloved hand and placed against her forehead again. The red-clad man said nothing to her comment and continued to straighten the blankets and covers that trapped his young friend. There was a quilt, on top of an afghan, on top of a blanket and some sheets. She was greatly guarded by an army of fabrics. At the suggestion of Walter, the young woman had been moved from the dank and cool basement, up to one of the guest rooms. Then at the order of Rachel, Pip was directed to get her TV and DVD player so she wouldn't get bored in bed all day.

There was only one real up-side to this whole mess. It was a school day and Integra said that she could stay home. Wouldn't want any of the other children getting sick, now would we? Rachel actually thought about wanting to get a certain girl sick for a long while.

"Shouldn't you all be working or something? Alucard, shouldn't you be sleeping?" she questioned when there was a point when more than two people were staring at her. She seemed to glare for a moment before they got the message.

Integra made an excuse about paper-work. Walter said he needed to ready tea, lunch, ect. Seras managed to yank Pip out by his coat and tell them all good-day before she headed for her coffin to wait the day out. The only person who didn't get the hint (or was refusing to acknowledge it) was the bespectacled vampire that stayed by the bed-side, his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face.

"So I know you aren't faking it, but why the sudden want to get us out?" the nosferatu asked. The teen just grinned in return and wiggled a bit. Soon, she was sitting up and grabbed her remote.

It had been a good three months since school started and Rachel had made many friends. Most of the friends she had acquired were through her first friend, Sean. There was Daisy, a rather eccentric actress on the stage, but a sweetie at heart. Mason was one of the inside men that you could go to, to get information about anything in the school about. There was Ray, who was an awesome dancer when he wasn't half out of his mind because of the ADD drugs his parents put him on. There was also Mary and Terry, which Rachel had the great pleasure to meet. They didn't show up often because they were either doing the morning announcements or working on the school newspaper in all their spare time. Then, there was Cormina, who everyone called Mina. This girl looked a lot like Sean, though he said they weren't related. Mina wore dark make-up and her hair was dyed dark red. She didn't talk much, but when she did she always had something interesting to say.

It was Mina who hooked her up with some DVD's before she left school the other day. Rachel had been right in the middle of a good movie last night before Walter knocked on her door and told her to get to sleep. Never being one to argue with the Angel of Death, she quickly turned the movie off.

Now was her chance to finish it.

"I get to finish the movie I started last night and I just don't want any interruptions while it's getting good," the teen told him curtly before clicking the TV on and then starting the DVD player and happily clapping her hands when the movie continued from where she left off. Getting comfortable, which required fighting with the blankets, Rachel moved some of the pillows so she could lean against them and looked towards the screen.

Currently, there were a dozen people on the screen dancing around in various costumes and where extravagant masks upon their faces. They were singing merrily and in hope and joy, which lead one to believe it was a celebratory party of some sort. There was also a couple that was singing a bit quieter about a marriage and such.

It was the Phantom of the Opera and partial way through it, Alucard was enraptured. He questioned the story once in a while, but was soon glared at by the teen trying to enjoy the motion picture. The vampire soon gave up and watched with her. She seemed to be enjoying it immensely and he couldn't help but observe that and keep that in mind for later.

All good things came to an end however and soon the movie came to a mysterious finish before the credits rolled. Rachel swooned back on her pillows, for she had moved forward as the movie was climaxing, and giggled to herself.

"You seem to enjoy stories of that sort," Alucard pointed out. Rachel nodded enthusiastically before holding her head. Such movement gave her a slight headache. The midian got up and went over to the bed, sitting on the side. Reaching out with a gentle hand, she soon felt gloved finger-tips pressed against her forehead. He had done this to her once before, when she had a hangover on the train back in the states. Soon the pain in her head wore away and was merely a throb before disappearing. She still had a fever and her throat was sore, but at least he could cure the little annoying things.

"I love the story, movie, and play, but I always end up feeling bad for Eric, the phantom," she confessed as she watched him get up from the bed and sit back in the chair by the table. He raised a brow and hoped she would continue the explanation. His hopes were not shattered.

"Alone all his life simply because of his face. Then, when he finds something he really wants and thinks that something will love him no matter what, he gets sadly disappointed. Then again, he really needs to be shown the truth about how to woo a woman," the teen said as she sat back and looked towards the ceiling. "He was shut up in the dark and was left there to brood, so it's no wonder he became so cynical and recluse," she mentioned before looking to Alucard.

The vampire seemed to be milling over her words for a moment as he hummed to himself. It was 'Angel of Music' from the film and Rachel giggled when she noticed that it was not stuck in his head. There was a long silence before the TV was turned on again.

"Want to watch another?"

After a few more movies about princesses and strange adventures, long journeys, pirates, and even one about vampires in London, the two were laughing slightly, arguing, or eyeing each other with smirks on their lips. It was interesting to watch the reactions of each other.

The clock in the hall sang aloud when the hour had been reached and three long chimes followed its song. Rachel blinked. They had really wasted that much time. She looked to the clock and then sighed. All that time she could have been doing some sort of homework. Looking to Alucard, she shrugged. It was not like she didn't enjoy the time spent with the vampire. She opened her mouth to suggest getting a snack, but was interrupted by a fourth chime. This chime, however, was not from the clock. It had a high pitch and was drawn out a bit, ending with a small half-chime.

The doorbell.

The young teen jumped out of bed, pale as the sheets she jumped from, she ran out and took the balcony, too curious for her own good. The vampire she had left behind rose a brow and followed, wondering if she was expecting someone.

As per usual, Walter answered the door, asking who it was. A young man, black draped and pierced, stood there, smiling.

"Hi, I'm looking for Rachel. She texted me and told me she was sick and I wanted to make sure she was alright and that she got her homework," he explained, holding up the black and red folder. The young man looked over the butler, slightly nervous, but seemingly straight shouldered and unperturbed by the largeness of the house, nor the rather heightened security.

"Sean!" Rachel exclaimed, sliding down the banister (something she and Alucard did behind Integra's back) and stumbled down through the foyer. She looked a little tired and was huffing a bit, but she was smiling rather brightly as she stood next to Walter.

"It's ok, Walter, this is my friend Sean from school," she explained. Looking over her shoulder she noted that the red-clad vampire was nowhere to be found. That was alright. She was pretty sure he didn't like many other humans around, anyway. Looking back to the nervous boy at the door, she checked with Walter before inviting him inside.

Sean looked around, amazed at the space that was presented before him. It was large and ornate, obviously much bigger than his home. After ogling for a moment, he heard someone clear their throat. Oh, the butler was still there, hovering over them both. The young man blinked and then smiled, blushing slightly and offering the folder to the young woman. Rachel seemed oblivious as to why he seemed so nervous, but nothing really surprised her anymore when it came to this house. Accepting the folder, the teen smiled and flipped through it.

"Another quiz is coming. Adder only gives this much when she thinks we aren't studying. Then she springs a quiz on us," the short brunette mentioned before looking back up at Sean. He was looking around again, rather easily entertained.

"Thanks for bringing this by, Sean. I was afraid I was going to miss a bunch of stuff," she said before letting a sneezing fit take her for a moment. Walter held her shoulder gently, making sure she didn't sneeze herself to the ground. When it had passed, she sniffed and sighed softly. Smiling at Walter in thanks, she looked back to Sean, who focused up her again.

"No problem. I kinda used it as an excuse to see your place. The guys at the gate are carrying some serious muscle, Rachel. Your parents must be rather important, huh? They had to call up to the boss for me to even get in," Sean said as he scratched the back of his head slightly, still a bit nervous. Walter had backed off a little to let them talk, but he remained close by, his hands behind his back, where Rachel knew he could reached his lethal dental floss if need be. Paranoid.

As Rachel was about to ask what he meant she heard the clicking of heels on the stairwell. Looking to the stairs she saw Integra coming down the stairs, as elegant as ever. Walter gave a short bow as she passed him and walked towards the two teenagers. The woman seemed to be scrutinizing the young man from behind her glasses, which glinted in the dull light. Time seemed to be holding still for a moment as the Hellsing leader moved towards the two rather mute teens. Stopping next to Rachel, Integra gave a welcoming smile, which both Rachel and Walter noted was rare. The young woman had to blink a few times to make sure she was not dreaming or seeing things. Nope, it was still there.

"The guards told me your name was Sean and I'm sorry they had to take your ID hostage. Thank you for bringing Rachel her homework. We wouldn't want her to fall behind. I'm Integra Hellsing," the tall blond said as she addressed the pierced young man. Looking to Sean, Rachel could have sworn she saw him hide a blush behind his multi-dyed bangs. Holding a gloved hand out to him, Integra offered a shake. Sean nervously reached back out and shook her hand in return, still trying to form the right words in his head.

What came out of Sean's mouth next would cause an uproar in the Hellsing Manor for the next couple of weeks.

"It's very nice to meet you, Miss Hellsing. I knew Rachel's mother would be as sweet as she is. Just as beautiful too," Sean said with a truthful smile, finally managing to say something and even squeezing a compliment in there. He shook her hand before there was a rather loud beeping that sounded from his wrist watch. He looked to it and cursed.

"Oh crap! I was supposed to pick up my little sister! Sorry, I gotta run! I'm glad you got your homework, Rachel. It was very nice to meet you, Miss Hellsing," Sean blurted out before dashing out the door. Walter had opened the door to give the young man a head start before Integra could go after him. Closing the door behind the teen, Walter looked to the head of the Hellsing family.

The young brunette teen looked to Integra as well and found herself biting her own lip. The blonde knight stood in the same position, her arm extended in an offer for a shake. Her smile had dropped however and her eyes had glossed over. It was rather obvious she had been thinking rather deeply on one thing.

Sir Integra Wingates Hellsing had just been called Rachel's mother.

Though Rachel was shocked, she had not thought too much into it. If Integra wished it the girl would just correct Sean the next day at school. Yet, Integra straightened, putting a gloved hand to her chin. The teen froze, afraid of what was to come next. Would Integra send her to private school? Tutoring at home? Observing the older female, she tried very hard to read her mind. It wasn't working and she just stood, waiting for the decision of the knight.

Soon a small coughing fit rocked the small body of the brunette. The fever returned and her body punished her for leaving the warmth of the bed and the soft embrace of rest. As the world began to swim and sway in her vision, she groaned. A pair of strong arms suddenly wound behind her back and under her knees. She was swept off her feet and was being carried back upstairs. Looking up, she expected to see the blurry image of a red-dressed vampire, but she only saw yellow and a soft shade of blue. Pretty soon she was in her bed again, cozy under all the covers. A soft hand tucked her back into the large bed and she was gently pressed to rest.

Before a thanks could leave her lips Rachel let sleep claim her and closed her eyes.

Integra walked back downstairs and picked up the red and black folder that Rachel had dropped. Looking it over, she thought back to the young man and sighed softly. She heard shoe-taps and looked up at Walter, who seemed to be grinning.

"What does that grin mean?" she almost snapped at the older gentleman.

"Are you going to tell Rachel to correct the young man?" the monocle man asked her curiously. Integra turned on her heel briskly and started up towards her office again.

"That is none of your business and all my orders are not to be questioned," Integra said before turning the corner and heading down the hallway again, out of sight.

The moon shone on the small balcony of a certain guest bedroom. Standing on the balcony, a small figure watched in apprehension. Though the news said that it was to be a calm and quiet night, down below the young girl's balcony the yard was noisy and full of commotion. Men were being loaded into a few trucks and weapons were being moved about. Orders were being shouted and vehicles were leaving through the large gates of the estate. Curious and nervous green eyes searched the faces of the people that moved about.

Rachel had left the heat of her bed to cool off a bit, but had heard the sound of many engines roaring to life outside. She had moved out and had been observing for a while. She had rarely glimpsed this because things were often buffered in her basement room. This noise didn't disturb her before.

Though she knew exactly what was happening, she was still biting her lip in nervousness. As she watched people load up she told herself that some of these people might not return. There was always that possibility. It scared her and she almost had the urge to go out and ask to go with them. They would never allow it, but she didn't want them to go alone.

"There's been some FREAK activity at a warehouse in Brighton. We're going to take care of things," came a deep and strong voice from behind her. Rachel didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

"I know you guys do this all the time, but I am always concerned for you all," Rachel said softly before coughing slightly.

A sleek black car had been pulled up to the front. Waiting outside was the head of the Hellsing Agency and her most trusted caretaker. They were to go and talk to the authorities before people moved in. Hearing something from above and catching a wisp of white out of the corner of her eye, Integra looked to her upper left, finding the teen on her balcony. In that moment, Rachel thought Integra looked like the coolest woman on earth.

The blond woman stood tall and strong, ready to take on any army that came her way. She was dressed in what looked to be light-colored fatigues that protected while still mentioning that the wearer was indeed a woman. Around her shoulders she hung her normal jacket for appearance purposes only. On her breast pocket and her shoulders she wore the insignia of a knight and the Hellsing family seal. A sword hung around her form, hanging loosely at her side, the hilt glinting in the moon-light. Her hair hung loosely around her shoulders, tossed lightly by a breeze. Integra looked awesome!

"Get back in bed!" the awesome woman suddenly shouted at the teen and Rachel nearly fell over in surprise.

Laughing, Rachel straightened herself and looked back to the Hellsing heir.

"Be careful, Mama Integra!" Rachel shouted before ducking back inside.

Integra felt her cheeks grow flush and red suddenly. Thanking God for her long hair, she let it fall over her shoulder and in front of her cheeks. The remaining soldiers were staring at her. The teen had shouted it rather loudly, and they had all heard it. Things seemed to have stopped and Walter was trying not to chuckle- very hard. The Hellsing gave a soft smile, hidden to all. Then she looked up at the men and glared dangerously at all of them.

"Who said you could stop working?! Get a move on!" she barked out at them and things began to move once more. Integra and Walter got into the car, which soon drove out of the complex as well.

Ducking back into her room, Rachel smiled as she returned to her bed. Alucard had disappeared, no doubt to get ahead of the other parties and eradicate the problem before too much blood was shed. Though he would act like he didn't care, Rachel knew that he usually got there before the Hellsing soldiers, saving them the most trouble. The teen had noted this after a few missions when he left rather quickly.

"All of you better be careful," she murmured to herself. "Vampires don't take sick days."

Authoress: TA-DA!!

Zoe: Shut up… it took you too long.

Authoress: I know. T_T

Alucard: Oh, just read and review!