Not Another Girl (Hellsing x Reader)

"Where have you been George?" asked Michael, as they sat down to eat lunch. "You disappear for six months, and then just show up like nothing's changed."

"Solitary confinement." answered George, as she ate her sandwich which her sister Seras had made for her.

"For six months?!" asked Michael. "They're gonna fail you. You'll have to be left back."

"Only if I fail the finals. Besides, I don't think any of the teachers want me to keep me here longer than they have to." quipped George, knowing the disdain that her teachers held for her.

"What did you do this time?" asked Robert, with his mouth full of food.

"I buried Jonathan in the backyard." George told them like it was nothing.

"Buried?" questioned Michael, his eyes popping with disbelief. "As in buried alive?"

"Yes." George nodded, and kept chewing.

"George you idiot, you're lucky you didn't kill him." scolded Michael. "Don't you Protestants know the Holy Rules?"

"You mean thou shalt not kill?" George smiled.

"Yes!" Michael practically shouted at her.

"I didn't break it. I just bent it a whole lot." sniggered George.

"George, you're insane." groaned Michael, shaking his head.

"Court certified." smiled George, proudly.

"George! I glad to see your back; but while you were gone, things went to crap." said Theresa, taking a seat with them.

"Yeah, bullies are back in charge. The teachers voted you off the student council, and the principal has disbanded your lunchtime boot camp." informed Robert.

"Tommy took over for a while and tried to keep things running; but the principal threatened to expel him if he didn't stop." said Michael.

"Doesn't matter." said George, sorrowfully.

Michael looked at George, disbelieving what he just heard, and then he hit her in the head. "What's wrong with you?"

"I've lost the war. I was sent away by child services. Buried Jon in the backyard, and was put in lock up for six months. My mother just gave birth, and my uncle Walter is dying. And all this just seems so pointless."

"It's not pointless to those who you've help." said Theresa, softly.

"She's right, George. Just because things are getting tough that's no reason to quit." agreed Michael. Suddenly, Michael leaned over and whispered in her ear. "What if you mother quit hunting vampires just because things got hard."

George turned and looked at Michael. He was right.

"What are you two whispering about over there?" smiled Theresa, playfully.

"Nothing." said George.

"Probably whispering sweet nothings in her ear." teased Robert.

"Aww, Mickey and Georgie sitting in a tree..." sang Theresa.

"Don't call me Georgie!" groaned George, scooting a little further away from Michael.

"K.I.S.S.I.N.G..."

"Who's kissing?" asked Tommy, just now joining their group for lunch.

"Mickey and Georgie." announced Theresa, happily.