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Rebecca Chambers stared at the clone and shook her head. It was a much better copy than the one they'd worked on of Wesker during the Africa debacle. She sighed deeply and shook her head. 
"This isn't going to work. I don't care how good he looks." She muttered, well aware of the tall man standing in the background. "This is Jill we're talking about. Chris pulled her out of her own virus. There's no way she won't sense something." She groaned again and ran her fingers through her hair, only now remembering she hadn't bothered to have it cut in a long while. "Goddamn it. I could understand him dying in a biochemical outbreak but cancer? Who covers that shit up?!" The headache was there behind her eyes. She needed coffee and sleep. At least coffee. "He's not going to fool anyone. He's too cheerful. Chris was a real son of a bitch there at the end. And what about Claire? She'll smell a rat...oh god....What the hell was I thinking agreeing to this?"

"I was the only person Chris couldn't keep a promise to." Rebecca breathed. "He promised he'd protect me. That a Redfield was as good as his word. Do you know where he was when Kenneth was holding me up against the lockers?" Once again she tried to move forward, her emotions on high. Again that powerful hand stopped her with nothing more than a touch. "He was in the goddamn supply closet with Jill Valentine ten feet away!" She screamed at Claire. 

Chris groaned. "They're naked!" He wailed. "You can see their butt cracks and their tongues are like something out of anime porn...wait....that might be fun..." He paused and turned to grin at his wife. "Have you ever tried to see if your superpowers include a long tongue?"

Claire didn’t seem to react to this news. “So you’re saying it’s his fault you couldn’t protect yourself? Or is it jealousy it wasn’t you in the supply closet?”

“I’d rather ask you that question, hotshot.” Was Jill’s amused reply.
“Oh god! Will you two just shut up!” Ruby wailed, unable to shake the mental image they were painting for her.

Claire didn’t seem to react to this news. “So you’re saying it’s his fault you couldn’t protect yourself? Or is it jealousy it wasn’t you in the supply closet?”

“I’d rather ask you that question, hotshot.” Was Jill’s amused reply.
“Oh god! Will you two just shut up!” Ruby wailed, unable to shake the mental image they were painting for her.

"Albert told me not to trust them. But I...I thought they were my friends." Rebecca's fingers touched those that were tightening on her stomach. He was waking up.
He hAd told her his birth name once. How could she have forgotten? David Williams. He had liked to be called Dave...

"Serious note here. Is that an Umbrella sign you're wearing?" Chris asked his captive. "Are you seriously working with those guys?!"

“They were, until they got fed up of you getting in the way with your constant need to be babysat.” Claire spat.
This angered Dave further, his fingers bunching into the front of Rebecca’s shirt. He was indeed waking up. “Redfield....”

“Is that a giant stick up your ass?” Was Ruby’s snarky reply, clearly refusing to answer anything while she was carried like a sack of carrots.
Jill couldn’t help her snort of laughter. “She sounds just like Claire.”

Claire's words were doing more than waking up the monster. They were tearing Rebecca apart from the inside. 
 Slowly she slid her fingers through those on her shirt and rested her head on his back. "I was so stupid." She breathed. "You've been showing me your love from the beginning and I was so blind. I thought I needed words. You were always there. My guardian. My protector...I'm so sorry..."

"It's a sniper rifle. Thank you." Chris said, pretending to be proud of himself. "Answer the question, kiddo."

Dave pushed Rebecca further away and advanced on Claire. “You people are the true disease in this world. You take, you infect, and once there is nothing left of any use to you... you move on.”
Claire patted the hunter again and smiled. “Daddy is finally awake... say hello.” She breathed, the creature understanding it as a command to attack.

Ruby remained silent this time. If he wishes to treat her like a child, she would act like a child.”
“If she’s working for Umbrella, she may be the one who was supplying the warden.” Jill called back down the hallway before the telltale screech of a Licker could be heard.

"Wesker, don't!" Rebecca cried. 
Too late she realized the intricate trap that had been laid for them. This was her fault. She was a curse. Death in its true form.

"Just great..." Chris grumbled. "Do you remember those frogs in the Spencer mansion? Those things were better than Lickers." He added. "I miss the cat. We should get another one."

Claire took a careful step backwards as the hunter flew over Wesker’s head running right for Rebecca. It was the distraction Claire had been planning on.

“Hey, old man..: run!” Ruby shrieked as a second licker came down the hallway in the direction they had just come from. It was too late however, the claws raked down her back where she hung over Chris’ shoulder.

The creature landed with it's claws in Rebecca's chest and ripped out her heart. It all happened so quickly there was nothing even Wesker could do about it. 
The tiny woman was dead before she ever hit the ground.

"Damn it." Chris hissed, picking up speed. "Jill!" The warden's voice was booming over head. Even with the threat if biohazard he was trying to lock them in.

Wesker froze in place only for a moment. He had been about to attack Claire when the sudden stench of blood assaulted him. He turned, catching Rebecca’s limp body before she got the ground. He became the very thing he had scoffed at; a fool in love now blinded by grief.
Claire smiles thinly as she watched the scene unfold and tapped at her ear piece. “It’s done. She’s gone, and he remembers.”

Ruby’s blood left a slick trail as Chris ran, allowing any creature to easily track them.
“Go! I’ll clean up here.” Jill insisted when she saw that Ruby was now only semi conscious and Chris had had to slide her from his shoulder to now carry her slender frame in his arms. Jill ran back down the hall and slid across the ground with the licker that had attacked.

"Excellent. Now bring him to me. He's still weak." Alex purred. 

"Don't you dare leave me!" Chris shouted over his shoulder. "I'm so sorry." He whispered to the young woman in his arms. "I never meant for you to get hurt..."

Claire looked down at the pitiful figure Wesker cut in that moment as he held Rebecca’s body close, smeared in her blood. “And Chambers? Do you want the body?”

Jill could be heard struggling with the creature before it screamed in agony, her knife in its exposed heart.
“Leon...” Ruby murmured his name as her arms hung limply. “I promised him...”

"Hardly. Burn it with the rest of the town." Alex purred, knowing Wesker could hear her.

"And you'll keep it." Chris said softly, making his own promise to her. "We'll save..." It was then that he realized that the real Chris' sister had been gone for far too long. She'd never have left Leon for that long.

Three months and Wesker hadn’t said one word. He struggled with his loss more than he thought was possible, for someone like him at least. His experiment into reclaiming his humanity had been perhaps a little too successful. Even now, sitting in the glass box Alex had imprisoned him in, all he knew was the blinding desire to rip Claire Redfield limb from limb.

Ruby had healed quickly, just as Jill often did. But three months passed at a crawl. Chris and Jill refuses to allow her out of their sight. She was beginning to lose hope, believing Leon would think she had abandoned him yet again. “You can’t keep me here forever.” She warned Chris that morning as he and Jill ince more tries to convince her to eat breakfast with them, a thinly veiled attempt at trying to get her to talk about her involvement with Umbrella.

Natalia Korda opened the door to the glass box and closed it again. She was silent as she worked on the man who sat on the cot in the corner knowing well that he was more powerful than Alex. Gingerly the young woman reached out and took his arm, sliding the needle into his vein and drawing blood. "You should eat something." She said softly. Her body was tense, one move from him would send her fleeing like a terrified rabbit. "Your girlfriend wouldn't want you to do this to yourself. I...have...Orange chicken...I can share it..." 

Chris made a face at her over his newspaper, which their white cat was trying to knock down in order to get his attention. When she saw that he was ignoring her she began to yowl. "I saw a thing about Alex Wesker!" Chris shouted over the cat. "Can I have more coffee...you want more...babe? Can we have more coffee?!"

Wesker did nothing but glare at the young woman. He could smell the difference in her; she wasn’t strictly human. But she was the way out. Alex cherished this one, for whatever reason.

Jill turned from where she was fishing bacon out of the fridge and narrowed her eyes at her husband. “Oh I’m sorry, I feel awful! I hadn’t realised you had broken both your legs and arms, leaving you incapable of getting your own coffee.” She snarked, which did manage to earn a smirk from Ruby.

"Alex didn't do anything to it." Natalia said. "I made it myself. Oh...does that mean..." She tapped her lips in thought a moment and then stepped back. "Will you let me look you over? Listen to your heart and all that? Your organs might be going back to sleep..." She stepped toward him, daring to pull the white lab shirt over his head.

Chris spluttered ad he pointed at the cat and then Ruby. He was clearly blaming them both. The enormous ball of fluff indignantly seated herself in Ruby's lap and helped herself to the bacon on the young womans plate. Chris muttered something about Jill burning the coffee anyway and went back to reading.

Wesker snarled like a cornered dog, though didn’t protest in any other way. He didn’t understand this girl yet. Why did Alex cling so tightly to her? She seemed just as much of a pet as that damned Redfield, but not controlled in the way the elder woman was.

Ruby fussed over the cat she had decided was called ‘Mallow’, telling it to ignore Chris, he couldn’t help constantly having something up his ass.
It was Jill’s to smirk this time. They had spent months trying to get information from Ruby, even if it was just about her past. No luck. All the girl wanted to do was find Leon, which troubled Jill; what connection did her missing sister in laws boyfriend have to do with this young woman who seemed to have every aspect of the Redfield stubbornness?

"No!" Natalia swatted the hand that was still caught inside the shirt at his reaction. "If you want to act like an animal I'll treat you like one." 
It wouldnt be hard for Wesker to hear Alex's amused laughter from somewhere outside the cell. "She's not usually so brave." She purred to Claire.

"You know you're never going to get good coffee or anything else unless you talk." Chris said once Jill had sat down with her own breakfast. "We can't help you if all we have to go on is boyscout in jail. For all we know he could be a tyrant in a lab by now, kiddo."

Claire was watching the scene with a frown, her arms folded across her chest. “Are you sure you should be letting her go in there alone?” She asked. “It won’t be long before he is back to full strength.”

Ruby’s head shot up, her sapphire eyes blazing at the thought that that was precisely what was happening to Leon. “It’s all your fault!” She shouted childishly. “I was getting him out, just like I promised, then you came and ruined it all! I may never see him again now!”
Jill was chewing thoughtfully on her bacon, having always heard the adoration in Ruby’s voice when she spoke of Leon, even if Chris didn’t. “Don’t worry about Leon. Once we find Claire, I’m sure she will know where her boyfriend is.” She remarked, simply to see Ruby’s reaction.
Ruby was perhaps a second too slow in hiding the vulnerable look of horror at the news that Leon actually belonged to someone else.

Natalia checked Wesker's temperature and then sat on the bed beside him, listening to his heart and then his lungs and stomach. "Not long now." She told him gently. "Then you can get yourself away from her." She added, leaning close to make sure only he could hear her. "I thought so. I got blood on this shirt. I'll go get you a new one." She stood up, her voice louder to make sure she covered up the whisper. "I'm bringing you Orange chicken when I come back."

Chris glanced at Jill, an eyebrow raised. He wanted to ask her but didn't. He simply left it alone for the moment. "So, kiddo, another day of fishing? Maybe I can use you as bait this time?"

Wesker didn’t outwardly react to Natalia’s whisper, though he did continue to watch her with a guarded expression. He still couldn’t determine if she was doing Alex’s bidding, or had a true desire to leave. “I prefer kung po.” His first words in three months.

For three months there had been an unspoken agreement between Ruby and Chris that they would pretend they had never met before the prison. Every time her emotions flared like this, she was tempted to tell Jill the truth. “Screw you, and screw your damn fishing!” She hissed, dumping the cat on the ground before marching from the room.
Jill sighed quietly and got to her feet to move her plate into the sink. “Good thing we never got the chance to be parents, huh?” She breathed as she stood behind Chris’ chair and draped her arms around his neck, dropping a gentle kiss to his rough cheek.

Natalia had truly grown into a beautiful young woman. Whatever Alex was doing to her psyche had not managed to turn her into a dark hateful creature yet. It was evident in the way she grinned at his words. "Perfect. I'll order that and have it sent here." She told him cheerfully. She turned to leave, her long braid bouncing over her shoulder.

Chris laughed. "The real Chris would have been a good dad I'll bet. And you are a great mother. The bacon would make any one talk." He teased, kissing her arm.

Wesker’s eyes were still filled with mistrust. He didn’t believe that someone could survive either him or his sister and come out of it that sweet.
“You’re ordering him take out?” Claire asked, waiting for Natalia as she exited the room.

“So that’s the reason you settled for me? I make good bacon?” Jill asked with an easy grin, her cheek still resting against him own. As the months had gone on, Jill had seemingly found it easier and easier to accept this man, whoever he was, had always been hers.

"I was going to add it on to mine." Natalia said, pausing when she saw Claire. The sight of the young woman broke her heart. Claire had once been her protector. The one she called when Alex invaded her nightmares. She had kept her safe from the monster. 
Six months ago Claire had become the monster. Her adopted father...no...her father Barry had invited Claire over for the Burton game night. A very serious affair for them.  He'd recently gotten them involved in a game about unstable unicorns. He was a terrible cheater. 
Claire had been there that night for no more than an hour when she pulled out her gun and shot Barry in the forehead. Then she turned on Natalia. The young woman remembered the darkness in her eyes. She was no longer her friend. She tried to run but Claire was too quick. 
The next thing she knew she was awake in a familiar room with Alex standing over her, cleaning off her father's blood. 
"Do you want anything?" She asked, glancing back toward the glass cage. She could sense that Wesker was watching everything that was happening. Those yellow eyes missed nothing.

Just when Chris thought things were going well, Jill's cell phone rang. They were about to get a terrible reminder that happiness wasn't anything but a dream for them.

Claire either didn’t remember what she had done, or didn’t care, as she had never brought Barry’s death up again. Her own golden eyes watched Natalia curiously, silently probing like even the old Claire had been known to do. “He doesn’t get take out. He’s a prisoner, remember?” She finally asked. “He tried to take Alex’s hard work from her, he deserves nothing.”

“Uh oh, I guess that’s my other husband, wanting a piece of this fine bacon.” Jill mused with a teasing grin as she pulled her cellphone out the back pocket of her jeans. “Hello, Moira?” She asked after seeing the name. It was a surprise to hear from the young woman, she usually kept a distance unless... something was wrong.

"Sure. Do you want anything?" Natalia asked, pulling at her braid nervously. She wasn't used to so many people looking at her. It was usually easy for her to slide under the radar. 

"He's...fucking dead!" Moira wailed into the phone. "Barry is..." She paused and could be heard puking. After a moment she came back to the phone. "You have to come...I can't call...anyone else..."

Claire seemed to just stare at Natalia for the longest time, then a faint smile tugged at her lips. It was a bunting the old Claire. “Some crispy chilli beef would be nice. Leon used to...” Her voice died off and she shook her head. “And some wontons.”

Jill’s face paled, her gaze holding Chris’ as Moira howled down the phone. “Get our of there, Moira. We’re on our way, but it isn’t safe for you to stay here.”

Natalia nodded. "I remember game nights. He'd get Pineapple fried rice. So good." She grinned. "Wontons?" She asked, glancing at Wesker. 

"I can't leave him...where was I?! I thought he was busy! When he didn't answer! Claire said Natalia has been really sick...what the fuck? The smell...Jill...." Moira was wailing. It was a sound that only few truly knew and Jill herself was one of them.