Thicker than Water

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Alex Chambers stood on the helicopter landing pad his fingers pressed to his forehead to block out the morning sun. He was dancing from one foot to the other, unable to hide his excitement.
"I see them!" He shouted back to his mother, who was standing near the entrance with a medical team. None of them knew what kind of shape their heroes would return to them in but Alex didn't seem to care. Already he was hopping up and down waving at the chopper as it drew closer. He cheered when Chris Redfield waved to him and repeated the action when Jill Valentine did the same. But as the helicopter touched down his smile began to fade. Not everyone he'd hoped to see was stepping out.
"What happened?" Rebecca Chambers soon came to stand beside her son, her lips set in a thin line as she looked from Chris to Jill. "Where is Parker?" She'd done her best to keep herself from saying this man's name first but she couldn't seem to help herself. "Where's Jessica?" She added, hoping this would make for a decent cover up.

"Violet..." Alex felt rather lost as he watched her jump into the darkness below. His shoulders slumped as he climbed off the wall and began to walk the street. It wouldn't take Wesker's men long to find him at all.

Sophie hated that she couldn't answer. There was no way for her to lie to him this time. She couldn't even pull away.

No one was looking for violet. Not a single person. There, in the middle of the night, the little girl fell asleep on the harbour front. The tear stains down her cheeks proof of just how deeply her only friend in the world had hurt her.

Wesker had bowed his head, his cool lips teasing Sophie's full breasts, when he received a transmission to the earpiece he wore. "Already?" He asked as he stood up and paced to the other side of the room. "I don't care what it takes, I want him back here right now, before the Redfield brat interferes!"

Alex was caught like he was an escaping bunny. A bag was thrown over his head and a rope was tied around him. He didn't struggle much. He was too tired and too heartbroken to bother.

Sophie managed a sniffle. She'd tried so hard to make sure those children had gotten away. At least Violet was still free. For now that had to be enough.

"Well, it looks like our time together will have to be cut short, bartender." Wesker chuckled, leaning over Sophie and kissing her, despite knowing her soft lips could do nothing in return. "Don't worry... I'm not so heartless as to leave the girl out there to fend for herself... I'll have a team put her down before she can starve to death."

Sophie was making grunting sounds as she tried to shake her head. As Wesker closed the door, he would hear the dark haired woman manage to scream in rage.

Wesker heard the scream and smiled. Everything was finally coming together. Hell, he may even convince both Alex and Sophie that the woman was the boys mother. He very almost had a spring in his step as he returned to his office, about to make the arrangements for Violets extermination.

The black bag that contained Alex was now tied to a chair in his office. The boy didn't move or let out a single peep. But Wesker would know full well that meant nothing. A coiled and still snake was still a snake.

Wesker used a knife to tear open the bag just enough that his sin's head was poking out. "Well now, isn't this a lovely surprise." He breathed with mock sincerity. "I hope you learned your lesson here, Alex... Never trust a Valentine." all the months they had been friends, Violet had never disclosed to Alex that her surname was Valentine.

"Like it's any better to trust a Wesker?" Alex muttered, refusing to meet the other man's eyes. "How do you know I didn't let myself get caught?"

Wesker smiled thinly and patted Alex on the head in a most patronising manner. "You were planning on running away with the girl, I highly doubt you were the one to suddenly want to come see me. A better guess would be that she betrayed you... Or simply abandoned you."

"Why did you build that school?" Alex asked suddenly. He was trying his damnedest not only to try and get the other man off the subject but to learn the truth. He wasn't sure he really wanted to though. "Why did you go to such trouble?"

"For you." Wesker replied simply. "I had... Business, I needed a place I knew you would be safe until I returned. That was also why I sent that watchdog in. She was sworn to give her life in exchange for yours, if needed."

Alex shook his head. Like his mother he refused to simply believe the less complicated answer. "That's not enough." He said firmly, taking on that dark tone that was more like his true father. "I want to know why you did it for me. What do you gain from this?"

"Do I need to gain anything but you?" Wesker asked evasively. "You are my son, Alex, and I have been denied watching you grow. I can't watch it happen any longer."

"And it has nothing to do with my blood?" Alex shot back, clearly not taking the bait. "And nothing to do with the things that Spencer said about us?"

"Spencer is dead. His lies got him nowhere." Wesker replied coolly. "He was an old man clinging to life the only way he knew how; leeching the life of others!"

Alex nodded at this. "I kind of wondered if that wasn't his intentions. After I told him about my blood and how mom was using it...he kept begging me to come and stay with him at the mansion place...Were you really there to get me or...was it something else?" He asked, firing off questions as only he could.

"What has your mother told you about your blood?" Wesker asked curiously. "Did she tell you to keep it a secret?"

Alex nodded, suddenly not sure Wesker knew the secret about his blood. Spencer certainly hadn't told him. But then...he had a good reason not to. "You know...just the usual stuff. Rare blood type. Can't share it with babies." He said, now trying to shrug this subject off as well.

Wesker's eyes narrowed slightly, though he didn't press the matter. "Are you hungry?" He asked all of a sudden. "You look like skin and bones!"

Alex shook his head. Like his mother he refused to eat when he was worried about things. "I want to go home." He announced. "I want you to give me my mother back."

Wesker shook his head. "Alex... Your mother doesn't even know who you are." this was the small truth he was allowing his son. "And Parker... He had an accident. He fell off a rooftop in Italy. He's dead."

Alex could do little more than shake his head in horror. His chest heaved and he fought hard to keep from crying. "No!" He shouted suddenly, surging forward and snapping the ropes that held him to the chair. "You're a liar! Take it back!"

Wesker was surprised the small boy had broken free like that, but it was merely further proof that he was the tool the elder man needed in completing Spencer's research. "It is very true. Even dear Uncle Chris has given up on you."

"You lie!" Alex hissed, this time in front of Wesker and shoving him with a strength even Chris didn't possess. "Where's your proof, you bastard?!"

Wesker allowed the boy to push him, wanting him to feel the strength he was capable of. "Here." He replied, moving to his laptop he tapped a few buttons and footage of Rebecca happily working in her lap, smiling, could be seen. "Does it look like she even thinks about you?"

It was clear that this very image tore Alex apart. But he did well at keeping his emotions in check. "And my dad." He breathed. "Show me your proof about my dad."

In an image that would have deeply scarred most children, Wesker allowed Alex to see Parker's mangled body being covered in a sheet on the pavement. Of course, he didn't show the boy the footage of the man being carried into an ambulance, rather than a coroners van.

Alex wouldn't make it that far. He had grabbed the laptop and tossed it hard against the wall. "I hate you!" He howled, his grief nearly destroying him. But it wasn't clear who he was talking to, Wesker or Parker.

"Now do you see? I'm all you have." Wesker told his son, not caring what had happened to the laptop. It was as he said that that a message came through on his PDA. "Alex, this is your home now. I even have a familiar face here for you, one from your school."