The Heir
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Category:
Hellsing › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
4,455
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Hellsing, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Doctor
*** Chapter Two***
Dr Symons had been the Hellsing family physician since Integra’s mother first became pregnant. In that sense, he had truly been Integra’s doctor for her whole life. He had already seen Integra that afternoon after lunch, and given her advice on planning her pregnancy. There was no reason things shouldn’t go smoothly; she was a healthy young woman. He had earned a contemptuous look, however, upon suggesting that now might be the time to give up smoking. “My smoking is the least of the potential dangers this child will face,” she’d said.
The doctor was just finishing writing up his n as as Walter appeared at the door. “A moment of your time, physician?”
Dr Symons looked up. “Ahh, Walter, my good man! Do come in, I’ve been expecting you.”
Walter stepped into the room that had been turned into a makeshift surgery. The doctor had set himself up on the desk along one wall, his bag on the floor beside it and his notebooks and a few medical instruments on the top of the desk. A modesty screen hid the far corner of the room. Walter cleared his throat. “Lord Hellsing has requested me to…” he looked distinctly uncomfortable.
The doctor beamed a good-natured smile; the type doctors always seem to have when dealing with a matter that embarrassed the patient. “Yes, yes, her Lordship explained it all to me. You’ve been offered a great honour, Walter. Or should I say, *Lord Hellsing*?
Walter flushed. “Please, Doctor. Let’s just get this done. I have work to do, you know.”
“Of course, of course, we’ll get started now,” said Dr Symons. He handed Walter a small sample jar. “You can take care of that behind the screen there.”
Walter paled considerably.
***
The rest of the night and the next morning passed uneventfully for both Integra and Walter, until Dr Symons’ visit at two o’clock with Walter’s test results. “Well,” began the doctor, taking the seat he was offered in the front parlour. “For a man of your years, you are surprisingly virile. I have every confidence in your ability to sire the Hellsing heir. I do warn you, however, that you’re not as young as you used to be-“
“Don’t I know it...” remarked Walter, wryly.
“...and thus not quite as fertile as you would have been, say, thirty years ago. If I were you, I wouldn’t expect a successful conception after the first - or even the fifth – try.” Dr Symons smirked good-naturedly. “Not that I imagine that to be a problem...”
Walter thanked the physician and dismissed him. He had half-hoped that Dr Symons would declare him infertile, thus meaning another mate would have to be found for Integra. That not being the case, he now faced the task he dreaded most: telling her the test results, and arranging the wedding.
***
Integra looked up from her desk as Walter entered her office. He hadn’t exactly been avoiding her for the last twenty-four hours, but he had seemed uncomfortable in her presence. The aura of discomfort surrounding the older man had increased threefold since he last came in to bring her afternoon tea. Evidently the results were in. She put down her pen. “Well? What did he say?”
Walter ‘ahem’ed softly. “The doctor says there is no reason I shouldn’t father your child.” He used all his self-control to keep his eyes focused on Integra.
Integra nodded. “I see.” She sighed softly. “I can see how uncomfortable this is making you, Walter. I don’t wish to force this upon you, I hope you realize that.”
“This is just...” Walter searched for the appropriate word. “... unexpected. All your life I have thought of you in one way, and suddenly I must change the way I see you to something completely different. But that is my own personal challenge. I will overcome it.”
“So you are happy for this to go forward? You are content to become my husband?” She could see Walter’s point. It was difficult to think of this man as her husband-to-be.
“I shall begin the arrangements immediately.” He left the room to make the necessary calls to Buckingham Palace.
***
Dr Symons had been the Hellsing family physician since Integra’s mother first became pregnant. In that sense, he had truly been Integra’s doctor for her whole life. He had already seen Integra that afternoon after lunch, and given her advice on planning her pregnancy. There was no reason things shouldn’t go smoothly; she was a healthy young woman. He had earned a contemptuous look, however, upon suggesting that now might be the time to give up smoking. “My smoking is the least of the potential dangers this child will face,” she’d said.
The doctor was just finishing writing up his n as as Walter appeared at the door. “A moment of your time, physician?”
Dr Symons looked up. “Ahh, Walter, my good man! Do come in, I’ve been expecting you.”
Walter stepped into the room that had been turned into a makeshift surgery. The doctor had set himself up on the desk along one wall, his bag on the floor beside it and his notebooks and a few medical instruments on the top of the desk. A modesty screen hid the far corner of the room. Walter cleared his throat. “Lord Hellsing has requested me to…” he looked distinctly uncomfortable.
The doctor beamed a good-natured smile; the type doctors always seem to have when dealing with a matter that embarrassed the patient. “Yes, yes, her Lordship explained it all to me. You’ve been offered a great honour, Walter. Or should I say, *Lord Hellsing*?
Walter flushed. “Please, Doctor. Let’s just get this done. I have work to do, you know.”
“Of course, of course, we’ll get started now,” said Dr Symons. He handed Walter a small sample jar. “You can take care of that behind the screen there.”
Walter paled considerably.
***
The rest of the night and the next morning passed uneventfully for both Integra and Walter, until Dr Symons’ visit at two o’clock with Walter’s test results. “Well,” began the doctor, taking the seat he was offered in the front parlour. “For a man of your years, you are surprisingly virile. I have every confidence in your ability to sire the Hellsing heir. I do warn you, however, that you’re not as young as you used to be-“
“Don’t I know it...” remarked Walter, wryly.
“...and thus not quite as fertile as you would have been, say, thirty years ago. If I were you, I wouldn’t expect a successful conception after the first - or even the fifth – try.” Dr Symons smirked good-naturedly. “Not that I imagine that to be a problem...”
Walter thanked the physician and dismissed him. He had half-hoped that Dr Symons would declare him infertile, thus meaning another mate would have to be found for Integra. That not being the case, he now faced the task he dreaded most: telling her the test results, and arranging the wedding.
***
Integra looked up from her desk as Walter entered her office. He hadn’t exactly been avoiding her for the last twenty-four hours, but he had seemed uncomfortable in her presence. The aura of discomfort surrounding the older man had increased threefold since he last came in to bring her afternoon tea. Evidently the results were in. She put down her pen. “Well? What did he say?”
Walter ‘ahem’ed softly. “The doctor says there is no reason I shouldn’t father your child.” He used all his self-control to keep his eyes focused on Integra.
Integra nodded. “I see.” She sighed softly. “I can see how uncomfortable this is making you, Walter. I don’t wish to force this upon you, I hope you realize that.”
“This is just...” Walter searched for the appropriate word. “... unexpected. All your life I have thought of you in one way, and suddenly I must change the way I see you to something completely different. But that is my own personal challenge. I will overcome it.”
“So you are happy for this to go forward? You are content to become my husband?” She could see Walter’s point. It was difficult to think of this man as her husband-to-be.
“I shall begin the arrangements immediately.” He left the room to make the necessary calls to Buckingham Palace.
***