Disclaimer: Hellsing and its characters belong to none other than Kouta Hirano.

Author's Note: This piece will be a collection of my PxS oneshots. See it as a complement to my other story, Your Friendly Neighborhood Vampire. I hope no one's offended with how I wrote Pip's accent (and do forgive me if they're incorrect). It's easier for me to hear his French accent if I write/read it. This one is short but I hope it's of satisfactory. Enjoy!

P.S Yes, the title of this story is actually a reference to Top Gun.

Revamped: 11/01/16

Chapter 1: Nicknames

"I hope you know that my name is actually Seras Victoria."

It was what she said one night as they, by mishap, got stuck together because of a real bad storm and had to huddle under an awning in a dense jungle, separated from the rest of the crew.

What prompted her to say that, you might ask? Well…

It started from the first week of the Wild Geese's stay. They were a raucous bunch, foulmouthed and vulgar, but good people at the core. Most of them were nice, even seeing her like the little sister they never had. She even earned some of their respect after her show of prowess. But that didn't mean everything went smoothly. She still had troubles dealing with them at times but truly, the most frustrating would be the Captain.

Captain Pip Bernadotte. Frenchman. Leader. Jokester. He were many things. The Geese respected him very much and held him in high regard. He was daring, brazen, witty… and liked to call her weird nicknames.

First time they trained together, he called her Supergirl. She could see where he came up with that one. Afterwards it changed periodically from Mignonette to Girlie and back again. Sometimes he even threw in a couple of Batgirls for fun.

But as they grew closer, the nicknames grew more creative, and more baffling.

"Ah! Mon petite canard! I need more targets for zee Geese!"

"Not bad, Ma cherie."

"Wow. Even zee Boss and Big Red can get into real fights, eh, Ma bichette?"

"Choupinette, you 'aven't seen nothing yet."

They always changed. Each week it seemed as if he got new words to call her, always in French, and refused to call her by her name, which brought them to the problem at hand.

Pip lit up his cigarette before turning to look at her. "Eh? I knew that, Ma petite."

"Then why did you never use it?" Seras tried not to show the hurt in her voice but she might be failing miserably. His nicknames were pleasant to hear and she knew they were never bad things. But her master had rejected her name from the beginning and insisted on calling her Police Girl, Walter called her Miss Victoria and it sounded so formal, and Sir Integra rarely called her anything at all.

She just wanted someone to call her by her name for God's sake!

Pip took a drag of his cigarette before blowing out smoke from his lips. "I do call you by your name."

"Once in a blue moon," Seras muttered, squatting down to gaze at the rain. "Why can't people just call me by my bloody name? It's just Seras. What's so hard about it?" She muttered quietly but Pip heard them all the same.

Pip seemed to mull this over and took another drag before exhaling, letting the smoke swirled into the air. The silence stretched, only the sound of the rain, thunder and Pip's breathing could be heard. It wasn't until the rain had slightly abated that he spoke again.

"I'll call you Seras if you call me Pip."

His request made her look up in surprise. He wasn't looking at her. His eye was trained on somewhere beyond their awning, a new cigarette between his lips.

She could only let out a dumbfounded, "What?"

"You 'eard me."

Seras sputtered but Pip turned and gave her a solemn look. He never looked as serious as he did right now.

Finally, she relented and sighed. "Alright… Pip."

His serious look quickly turned into a big grin. "See? Not so 'ard, right? Now, let's get out of 'ere before the storm strikes again," Pip pushed his hat tighter against his head and put out his cigarette before offering her a hand. She blinked owlishly at the appendage and gazed into his teal eye. "You coming with me, Seras?"

Hearing her name from his lips, combined with the French accent, made something in her chest flutter. Funny. She thought her heart had stopped beating.

Seras exhaled, feeling joy blooming inside her, and gripped his hand with a smile.

-OMAKE-

"What if you don't call me Seras?"

"What do you mean, Mignonette?"

"That! Like that! What if you called me with those nicknames?"

"Eh? Don't you like zee nicknames?"

"Pip!"

"I'm just kidding!"

"…Hmph."

"Okay, okay… Give me a nickname also."

"Give you—?"

"Oui. Call me anything you like."

"Anything…?"

"Oui."

"Alright then. How about… Papa Goose?"

The sound of someone choking on a cigarette could be heard from miles away.

End Note: I love these two. They're just so adorable! It's a shame they didn't get much exposure in the OVA. But anyway, I hope you'll give this humble servant of yours some reviews? -puppy eyes-