AN/ I'd like to reiterate the fact that I own nothing and make no money off of writing this story.

The Holy See had requested Anderson to return to the Vatican soon after the mess with Hellsing had been worked out. The Pope was apparently displeased with him in some way. Anderson's heart was fluttering out nervousness. The only thing that could ever have put the fear of God in him was, ironically, the disapproval of the Church. He stepped forward into the magnificent hall in the Apostolic Palace where the Pope resided. "Father Anderson," The Pope was resting on an ornate chair at the head of a long table outfitted in his robes of office. "I trust you understand why you are here?"

"Not entirely, Your Holiness." Anderson kneeled before him.

"Well, it has taken me a long time with this admittedly difficult and regretful decision to punish you for your involvement with Father Maxwell. His mislaid plans could be said to have been fosters by your zeal. " Anderson kept his eyes on the floor, thoroughly ashamed of himself. "In order to prevent other such disasters from happening, I must teach you a lesson in humility." Anderson held his breath in earnest while the Pope sighed heavily. "My son, you must understand that a human is the ultimate tool of God's divine will. We were gifted with minds and souls of our own by His Holy Grace so that we may go forth and do his works." He leaned forward, interlacing his fingers and resting them on the table. "With that being said, I must revoke your priesthood and lower your status to that of a diaconate. May God bless you and go in peace."

Anderson was not a man to cry and had never so much as shed a tear once he'd hit the age of two, but his eyes prickled as he thought of how his foolishness had brought him down. He rose slowly. "Of course, I am elated to serve the Church and the one and only God in any way I may. Thank you, Your Holiness. I will take this lesson to heart and curb the terrible sin of pride within me."

The Vatican had arranged his departure from Vatican City. He caught his plane back to England and as it was taking off, he smiled as a thought occurred to him. "God truly does work in mysterious ways." He leaned back in the seat for a nap and dreamt of the future, which was sure to be very bright indeed.

~H_E_L_L_S_I_N_G~

Some months later, Sarah was in her room at Hellsing HQ and getting ready for her wedding. She admired her dress in the mirror. It was simply made of white satin with a bit of embroidery around the waist. The neckline was square and edged with delicate lace loops. When she came back, Seras and Walter stared. "My dear, you are a vision." Walter remarked kindly.

"Just think, Sarah, you and Anderson are getting married! I could never have imagined that a truce between us and Section XIII could have come about this way."

"It reminds me of the marriages between feuding kingdoms." Walter commented thoughtfully. "A common bloodline would unite the two and cease the fighting."

Sir Integra was waiting for them downstairs. She was dressed in a very nice dark green pantsuit that matched Seras' little green bridesmaid dress. Pip was standing beside her dressed in a tuxedo that fit him nicely. Alucard was the only one who stood out, though he had opted for a white rose tucked into the front of his trenchcoat as a nod to the occasion. "You look beautiful." He bowed deeply. "I am honored to give you away."

"I don't know what I was thinking." She said jokingly. "Alexander nearly had a conniption fit. You would have enjoyed his little temper tantrum."

"Sarah!" Elazar came running from the kitchen. He was smartly dressed in a cute little blue tux of his own. "How do I look?"

Sarah stooped down and grinned. "You're just the most handsome little ring-bearer that any girl could ask for!" He grinned up at her proudly.

"Come on, son." Walter led Elazar outside to the front lawn where the ceremony was to take place. "It's starting." Sir Integra, Seras, and Pip left soon afterwards.

"Good luck, Sarah." Alucard chuckled darkly. "I hope you can keep up with your soon-to-be husband."

She pretended to look offended. "How dare you doubt me?"

Outside, the music started. "That's our cue." He noted, taking her arm.

Alexander waited for them at the alter and Alucard took a perverse pleasure in the admirable puce color that his former nemesis turned when he saw him leading Sarah up the aisle. When the ceremony was almost concluded and the only thing left were the 'I do's, a rather loud explosion interrupted everything. Black smoke was erupting from the front of the mansion.

"What the bloody hell was that?" Anderson shouted at Sir Integra. That was when he noticed the ghouls limping forward out of the smoke. "God Almighty," He facepalmed out of aggravation. "On my bloody wedding day?"

Sarah glared at the ghouls. "You think you're pissed? Now I'm gonna have to fight in fucking high heels!" She ran forward towards the unwelcome guests.

"Wait!" The priest, who happened to be the very one who had helped her while she was injured, ran after her. "Can we please get this over with first?"

Alucard chided. "He's right. Marriage first, massacre later." After they hastily finished their vows, the happy wedded couple began to thoroughly beat the shit out of the invading ghouls.

Sarah stabbed one of the grotesque creatures through the eye with the point of her shoe. "You know, I'd take this over a First Dance any day."

THE END...