Disclaimer: May contain dark themes. Also, I don't own any of Capcom's characters, if I did I'd probably do things they wouldn't agree with xD

This is my probably the first Resident Evil fanfic I've worked on.. I had someone help me out with it, I hope you like it :D I already have alot of the Chapters written so I will be updating a chapter every day or every other day xD

By the way this story is a one shot story so it isn't going to be extremely long, probably like 7 chapters? Maybe? with a short Epilogue.

The story may have a few typos so i apologize for that .

8:17PM RACCOON CITY POLICE STATION - S.T.A.R.S. OFFICE

Albert Wesker normally disdained parties, preferring efficiency and relative solitude. He would make exceptions for the right company, the list of which had expanded to include even that twit William Birkin. Wesker could appreciate that level of intelligence enough to tolerate the personality that came bundled with it.

He was proud of his S.T.A.R.S., and rightfully so- they were elite, truly. Some more than others, admittedly. It had taken some time to bring Chris Redfield to heel, for example, and Jill Valentine sometimes let her poorer judgment overtake her generally good instincts. But they were more than competent, and showing them off a bit was…gratifying.

Especially when Redfield brings his little sister along. She's growing up nicely.

Claire Redfield was eighteen years old, but carried herself with a dignity beyond her years. There was none of the entitlement that teenagers typically carried with them. It may have been because she'd had to be largely self-sufficient since her mid-teens when she lost her parents, but she had a grace and maturity coupled with a well-developed, tone body. A couple of times now, she'd even managed to say something sarcastic to her brother, which gave Wesker a chuckle. Clearly, Chris was both fond of and exasperated by his little sister at times, though he still beamed at her.

Wesker stood near the corner, holding a stubby glass cup containing dark liquor, observing the party, sunglasses still in place even though the sun had set on Raccoon City. It gave him the opportunity to watch young miss Redfield without being labeled as a pervert. Not that he would have especially cared, but in his position it was better to have no titles other than "Captain" attached to him. The room was filled with colorful balloons taped randomly on the walls with one on each desk. The table by the fax machine was loaded with chips and dip, soda, beer and various bottles of expensive wine or liquor. There were two trays full of food, the aroma of different dishes emanating throughout the room. Different people from both parties were coming and going, some meeting new recruits, or simply interacting.

Claire Redfield stayed by her brother for maybe twenty minutes before moving around. She knew a lot of the cops at the party. Billy Rabbitson, Forest Speyer, Joseph Frost- all people who she'd known since she was a kid. She even knew Rebecca Chambers a little. They'd briefly been in Junior High school together before Rebecca had been accelerated ahead. It felt odd to Claire that she was just starting College when a kid younger than her was earning her Masters Degree.

There were a lot of young men around Claire's age at the party, but most of them were her brothers friends. As fun as it would be to suggest she'd slept with one of them to mess with Chris, she'd held off. The only one who really had a shot was Richard Aiken, and he had a girlfriend. Claire wasn't about to steal someone else's man, and it wasn't her principal focus anyway. She wasn't the type of girl to be defined by who she spent her time with. Being defined by the powerhouse custom Ducati motorcycle that was her pride and joy- THAT was fine.

Eventually she drank enough soda to need to use the bathroom. She knew better than to ask Chris, who would either pawn her off on Jill, who had left the room with Rebecca to gather something from the first floor, or give her some vague directions so as not to be interrupted while he recounted some mission to Bravo team. She looked around and saw Captain Wesker moving to his desk. A man with dirty blond hair Claire didn't know had handed him some paperwork and he was just starting to sift through them. The stranger had a white stained lab coat and looked as if he hadn't slept in days. There was brief eye contact between Claire and the man, before he passed the door and disappeared into the hall. She quickly changed her attention back to Wesker. He seemed to have showed some irritation from whatever documents the man had given him.

I DO like a man in uniform…

Claire thought. Captain Wesker had a few too many years on her for her to be seriously interested; it was just a crush, really. But having some face time with the handsome captain of the elite S.T.A.R.S. unit wouldn't be a bad thing, either…

Wesker could have killed Will for his horrid timing. Did he really think that bringing such important documents to a social gathering was important? He never did have much tact. It made Wesker wonder how Birkin and his childishness ever managed to handle a semi-attractive wife and precocious little daughter. The bastard had even forced him to watch little Sherry, knowing full well that Wesker didn't want any part of the little brat.

"Behave for your Uncle Al,". At least the little brat was too afraid of me to act up.

Wesker downed the last of his whiskey and suddenly became aware of someone looking at him. He shuffled the documents in his hand until they were in a neat sheaf and placed them face down on his desk. Through his sunglasses he saw Claire Redfield staring at him. A little bit shyly, which seemed a little odd on such a brash young girl with Redfield blood. His eyes shifted from her beautiful blue eyes to Chris who was bragging about one of his very first missions upon joining S.t.a.r.s. A smile formed at his lips when he turned his attention back on the redhead.

Ah. Attraction, maybe? Well, now, this little party has certainly taken an upturn.

Wesker stopped pretending to be preoccupied by his papers and instead freed his hand up to pull his sunglasses down so he could make eye contact with Claire.

"Can I help you, Miss Redfield?"

Claire seemed to be afflicted with a sudden case of cotton mouth, though it seemed she possessed at least some of the level of confidence her brother routinely displayed.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Captain. I was hoping you could tell me where the bathroom is…"

Alcohol certainly helped one's mood. Wesker stood up graciously and gestured to the door. "The station's layout is a bit complicated, I'm afraid. I'd be happy to walk you there. We don't want you getting lost."

Claire nodded at him, her heart fluttering. For all his intimidating posturing, Wesker seemed suddenly very approachable. Maybe it just took a little alcohol to loosen him up? Claire knew that sometimes Chris brought his work home and couldn't get out of "cop mode"; maybe the Captain was the same way, and this party was good for him.

"I should tell my brother-" Claire started, but stopped when she noticed Chris was already looking her way.

Wesker looked at Chris and nodded toward the door, mouthing "Ladies' Room". Claire nodded to her brother, showing she was fine. Chris gave a firm nod back and promptly continued telling his story. The pair walked through the dark station. To Claire, it was more than a little creepy. Chief Irons had some seriously fucked up taste in art. A lot of paintings and statues of naked women, some of them being hung or burned at the stake. Between that and the old architecture, the place had a horror movie atmosphere to it. But, then, there was a reason boys and girls coupled up to go see scary movies.

Claire wondered about that. What would happen if she really hit it off with Captain Wesker? It would piss Chris off, but he'd get over that. She doubted it would turn into a relationship; maybe Chris didn't have to know. It would've be kind of hot to keeping a secret like that, especially when she knew women older than her were always gawking at him. Thinking about how envious they would be about the whole thing made her quite giddy at the idea. But there was no way Captain Wesker would have any interest in her. She was practically a kid. Either way, you should talk to him, Claire. While it's just the two of you.

"Ah, Captain, how're things going…at work?"

Smooth, Claire!

"I mean, with the curfew and everything, you guys are probably really busy…"

The blond adjusted the sunglasses on his face; apparently just mentioning his job triggering his "cop mode".

"We're managing."

Claire mentally slapped herself for asking a stupid question like that. She needed to steer away from the subject somehow, if there was any hope of salvaging this conversation. They passed by an odd statue holding a gleaming red gem in it's hand.

"I hope my brother isn't too much of a pain for you. I know what it's like to manage him." Claire knew that if all else failed, she could be snarky about her brother. And knowing Chris, Wesker was sure to have seen some of the Redfield stubbornness. Wesker actually smiled. It was a thin smile, but Claire could see him visibly relax.

"Your brother can be a handful. But he's a talented officer, so I can overlook some of his less charming…idiosyncrasies."

They shared a chuckle as they made their way down a wooden flight of stairs. Claire was a couple steps ahead of Wesker. He was appreciating the view. The girl had an exquisite ass. She was definitely a runner. She moved like an athlete- graceful, with fast footwork. Claire became conscious of the stare, but didn't do anything to discourage it. Being an attractive girl, she was used to men looking at her. It was just something that you got used to. You either ignored it, embraced it, or let it fill out your ego. For Claire, it just went with the turf.

She was caught up in that for a while. She didn't usually enjoy being stared at. And under other circumstances, it would have been uncomfortable. But Captain Wesker had been nothing but a gentleman to her. And if she was perfectly honest, she'd been eyeing his ass when she got a chance. He had intelligent muscle, she decided. Someone who followed a strict diet and a workout. Weight lifting, and probably a swimmer from his torso. He didn't seem to be a meathead muscle type. Like Chris.

Nature stepped in and reminded her that she still needed to pee. That was all fine and good, Claire thought, except they'd been walking for quite some time. They had passed a room that contained a large amount of file cabinets, her blue eyes glancing, some read: confidential, evidence, open cases; things of that nature. She was then lead from the main lobby to another brown door and into a long narrow hall, passing double doors to her right.

She cracked a joke to distract herself. "Geez, who designed this place? What, is there only one bathroom in the whole building?"

Claire had visited the RPD building a couple times when she'd meet Chris for lunch. She had a general idea of how it was laid out. But now they were getting into an area she wasn't familiar with. But she hadn't seen any clearly labeled restrooms, so she filed that thought away as irrelevant for the time being. She nearly jumped when she heard a jingle. She thought for a second that Wesker had broken out his handcuffs.

Instead, he fitted a key with a purple diamond decorating it, into a door on the right side of the hallway. He held it open for her to go in first. She looked at the blond, then noticed a sign above her head labeled "Interrogation A".

"Uh…this doesn't look like the bathroom…" Claire said, suddenly nervous.

"No, it isn't. I thought we might chat for a bit first," replied Wesker. "Mainly, about something I've observed that's concerning me."

Claire immediately braced for the worst. Did she miss a speeding ticket? What stupid thing had Chris done? Was he going to get fired?

Wesker let the door shut behind them as he pocketed his keys. "My job is to observe and protect. And I'm observing some…interest on your part. Namely towards me."

Claire felt herself redden. She looked away and tried to fix her eyes anywhere but on him. He didn't look exactly happy about knowing this, at least to the redhead. He was leaning against the door with one hand in his pocket, and the other against the knob, his expression was neutral and difficult for her to tell if he was upset or not, especially with the dark lenses.

Maybe he's gay?

He didn't seem to show any fascination when he would speak to women, even Jill, and most of the men were always all over her. But Wesker always had seemed delighted to talk to the guys, especially Chris. She shook away the thought, deeming it ridiculous.

I'm being paranoid.

"I…didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, Captain. It's just a little crush... You know. It's natural for a girl to see a handsome guy and wonder…what if… I mean... ever since I met you at Chris' house warming party, I can't help but feel a magnetic pull between us... "

Wesker offered her another smile. "I didn't want our conversation to be overheard. Sorry for the detour. But you know…this light makes you look especially beautiful…"

Claire hadn't really noticed the dim lighting until he'd pointed it out. Or how far away they were from anybody else. Things suddenly seemed very wrong.

"I, uh, thank you, Captain, I-" Claire stammered. But Wesker cut her off:

"The problem remains that I am a police officer, and there's an age difference that some would call distasteful. It would be difficult for us to manage a relationship. And that's only from my end; it would cause you problems as well."

Claire felt immediate relief; thank God he was being so understanding. What had she been thinking? Most of the station was empty; Wesker had already said that he hadn't wanted them to be overheard. That made a lot of sense, given the subject matter. And really, the dim lighting? The building was old; Chris bitched every day about how the power was always going to some part or another of the station, when Chief Irons wasn't moving things around or adding more obscenely expensive art to his collection. How could she even be worried for a moment?

"That's really sweet, Captain. Guess it's my bad luck to have been born too late, huh?"

Wesker took off his sunglasses and met Claire's bright cerulean eyes. She felt her mouth go dry again. His piercing grey- blue eyes were powerful somehow; intriguing. She felt a pang of regret that they couldn't be together. But it was just a crush anyway. She'd had those; she'd get over it.

"I have an idea. Why don't we do this?"

Wesker closing in on her caught Claire completely flatfooted. He held her with one hand under her chin and kissed her gently on the lips. She tilted her neck to make the angle better and leaned into him, her arms gently wrapping around his waist. They lingered in a kiss for a few seconds before Claire stepped back. She hadn't drawn a full breath, since she hadn't seen it coming.

"No harm in a little kiss," she said, smiling at him. Wesker's eyes were unusually dilated and he didn't seem to have heard her comment or chose to ignore it.

But he was on her again instantly, kissing insistently, his tongue invading her mouth. Claire backed away again with a small gasp escaping her lips and began to sputter objections.

"Ca-Captain! St-"

Things were moving too fast. She didn't look where she was going and her legs struck a metal table behind her, folding her over onto the table's surface. Wesker tugged her forward again, and Claire thought he was helping her up. Why hadn't she seen before just how smashed he was? She could taste whatever he had been drinking. The redhead had tried a sip of Whiskey from Chris' plastic cup at the party prior, it certainly left the same horrid after taste that was lingering in the Blond's mouth. It was wrong, they shouldn't do this.

Please don't do this.

Just a reminder Wesker's pretty drunk during this time, but my intentions for him to seem cool and collected without anyone aware of how plastered he really is lmfao ...still he holds it well enough to not pass out yet :P

Be gentle with reviews xD No hate, I do take constructive criticism. XD

I'd like to thank my friend for helping me write this out ^_^