The comedy is that it's serious
Jun. 22nd, 2005 08:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I don't own Hellsing. I only own Rowan. And I wish I owned that Vespa.
"Miss Ascot."
"Please, Sir Hellsing. ROWAN. I despise being called 'miss'." Integral's lips twitched.
"Very well. Rowan. What did you DO to Walter?" Rowan looked over at Walter, sleeping peacefully. His bed had been tucked between the bathroom and closet door. "The entire room could hear you arguing."
"Oh, that." Rowan shrugged and jotted Integral's temperature on a notepad. "He was reluctant to have a female present when soaking in a medicinal bath. I was able to convince him otherwise."
"Why did you not call a footman? Or Dr. Trevellian?" Rowan shrugged again and checked the teapot.
"I didn't think of it. I can be rather...proprietary when it comes to my treatments." Integral looked Rowan over carefully. The apothecary had an air of friendly casualness, something Integral never encountered. She wasn't quite sure how to handle it. Integral covered a yawn. Rowan smiled and tucked the covers around the knight. Integral blinked at her in surprise. "Go to sleep, Sir Hellsing. Denying your body's needs now will only make your illness worse. I'll have some fresh juice ready for you when you wake up."
"I haven't been tucked in in years." Integral muttered, closing her eyes. Rowan chuckled softly.
"Then you're overdue." A cool, soft hand smoothed back her hair. Integral smiled slightly and fell asleep. Rowan checked Walter, then slipped out the door, leaving it cracked. Dr. Trevellian and a footman were standing outside, talking. Rowan grinned at them. "Has the fruit arrived?"
"We just got back, Miss Ascot." The footman said, handing her a receipt. Rowan tucked it into her pocket and nodded to Michael.
"Walk with me, please. You, Thomas, right?"
"Yes, miss." Thomas said, bowing slightly.
"Mind the door, please. If you hear them waking up, call me. You have the number."
"Yes, miss." Thomas took his post. Michael and Rowan headed for the kitchen, Rowan keeping a close eye on the route.
"How's it going?" Michael asked, nodding to a maid scurrying by.
"They're both sleeping peacefully. Temperature's down to 99.5 on Walter, 99.8 on Integral. And I got permission to snoop the library tonight." Rowan grinned, looking very pleased with herself.
"How often do you want to apply the hydrotherapy?" Michael asked as they descended a flight of stairs.
"Twice a day, morning and evening. Fevers are always worse at those times, best to hit it then. I'll bring the supplies." The couple turned left and entered a huge kitchen. Staff was bustling about, preparing evening meals. Rowan's fruit was arranged next to a juicer, a knife and a peeler. A tray complete with a pitcher and three glasses sat beyond the fruit. The housekeeper spotted them and waved to the juicer.
"Help yourself!" She called over the noise. "We'll put a plate aside for you as well, Miss Ascot. Don't suppose Sir Integral and Walter will be eating much tonight."
"No, juice is best for them right now!" Rowan called back, dashing over to the juicer. She eagerly got to work prepping the fruit. Michael wove his way over to the housekeeper.
"I'll be going now, but I will be back tomorrow morning. Don't worry about your mistress and Walter, they are in the best hands."
"I can see that, Doctor. Thank you for bringing her."
"My pleasure." Michael took his leave, making sure Rowan waved to him in between stuffing chunks of pineapple into the juicer. As he collected his things, Alucard appeared.
"How long have you known Rowan?" Alucard asked, blocking Michael's exit. Michael frowned.
"Four years. She moved here to set up her own apothecary after graduation. Her credentials are impeccable and she has assisted me in many cases."
"I am not looking for your praise, Doctor."
"Then what are you looking for?"
"Her soul."
"Miss Ascot."
"Please, Sir Hellsing. ROWAN. I despise being called 'miss'." Integral's lips twitched.
"Very well. Rowan. What did you DO to Walter?" Rowan looked over at Walter, sleeping peacefully. His bed had been tucked between the bathroom and closet door. "The entire room could hear you arguing."
"Oh, that." Rowan shrugged and jotted Integral's temperature on a notepad. "He was reluctant to have a female present when soaking in a medicinal bath. I was able to convince him otherwise."
"Why did you not call a footman? Or Dr. Trevellian?" Rowan shrugged again and checked the teapot.
"I didn't think of it. I can be rather...proprietary when it comes to my treatments." Integral looked Rowan over carefully. The apothecary had an air of friendly casualness, something Integral never encountered. She wasn't quite sure how to handle it. Integral covered a yawn. Rowan smiled and tucked the covers around the knight. Integral blinked at her in surprise. "Go to sleep, Sir Hellsing. Denying your body's needs now will only make your illness worse. I'll have some fresh juice ready for you when you wake up."
"I haven't been tucked in in years." Integral muttered, closing her eyes. Rowan chuckled softly.
"Then you're overdue." A cool, soft hand smoothed back her hair. Integral smiled slightly and fell asleep. Rowan checked Walter, then slipped out the door, leaving it cracked. Dr. Trevellian and a footman were standing outside, talking. Rowan grinned at them. "Has the fruit arrived?"
"We just got back, Miss Ascot." The footman said, handing her a receipt. Rowan tucked it into her pocket and nodded to Michael.
"Walk with me, please. You, Thomas, right?"
"Yes, miss." Thomas said, bowing slightly.
"Mind the door, please. If you hear them waking up, call me. You have the number."
"Yes, miss." Thomas took his post. Michael and Rowan headed for the kitchen, Rowan keeping a close eye on the route.
"How's it going?" Michael asked, nodding to a maid scurrying by.
"They're both sleeping peacefully. Temperature's down to 99.5 on Walter, 99.8 on Integral. And I got permission to snoop the library tonight." Rowan grinned, looking very pleased with herself.
"How often do you want to apply the hydrotherapy?" Michael asked as they descended a flight of stairs.
"Twice a day, morning and evening. Fevers are always worse at those times, best to hit it then. I'll bring the supplies." The couple turned left and entered a huge kitchen. Staff was bustling about, preparing evening meals. Rowan's fruit was arranged next to a juicer, a knife and a peeler. A tray complete with a pitcher and three glasses sat beyond the fruit. The housekeeper spotted them and waved to the juicer.
"Help yourself!" She called over the noise. "We'll put a plate aside for you as well, Miss Ascot. Don't suppose Sir Integral and Walter will be eating much tonight."
"No, juice is best for them right now!" Rowan called back, dashing over to the juicer. She eagerly got to work prepping the fruit. Michael wove his way over to the housekeeper.
"I'll be going now, but I will be back tomorrow morning. Don't worry about your mistress and Walter, they are in the best hands."
"I can see that, Doctor. Thank you for bringing her."
"My pleasure." Michael took his leave, making sure Rowan waved to him in between stuffing chunks of pineapple into the juicer. As he collected his things, Alucard appeared.
"How long have you known Rowan?" Alucard asked, blocking Michael's exit. Michael frowned.
"Four years. She moved here to set up her own apothecary after graduation. Her credentials are impeccable and she has assisted me in many cases."
"I am not looking for your praise, Doctor."
"Then what are you looking for?"
"Her soul."