A/N: So I've decided to do a 100 Theme thing for my current OTP. I have a bad track record with starting things and not finishing them, so we'll see how well this goes and hope for the best. Each chapter will be dedicated to a theme and its own little oneshot. So enjoy and please review! I don't plan on finishing the whole thing and then posting it like I usually do, so reviews might make me write more. :D


Introduction:

During his first meeting with Wesker, Chris was incredibly nervous. In fact, he was amazed he had gotten an interview at all with all the insubordination notes written in his Air Force files. He owed it all to Berry, who insisted Chris was the right man for the job and should at least be given a chance. After showing up and showing off his skills with a gun, he had been hired by pure luck. No one else applying for a job had the aim Chris did. The brunette was eternally grateful for the chance he was given.

At first S.T.A.R.S. was only a temporary job. Something to earn income while Chris worked on figuring out what he wanted to do with his life. He soon realized he was already doing what he was destined for.

He clicked with everyone on the S.T.A.R.S. team almost instantly. He already knew Berry, of course. He traded stupid jokes with Joseph and developed and quick rivalry with Forest on the Bravo team, who matched him nearly shot for shot during all of their practices. Him and Jill became quite close as well. The woman was fun to be around and Chris found himself nothing but smiles whenever he came in for work. It wasn't really a job for him unless there was paperwork involved, but his desk was close to Jill's so usually he would sit there and talk with her, only doing his paperwork when his boss walked by.

Speaking of Albert Wesker, the man was the one part of being in S.T.A.R.S. that wasn't perfect.

From day one Chris had been in a mix of awe and intimidation concerning his Captain. The man was a force to be feared and the brunette was glad Wesker was on their side. He was a good shot, knew how to command a team, seemed to know everyone's strengths and weaknesses and placed them according, and when the things got tough he was the first one to sacrifice his relaxation for the members that worked under him. All in all, Wesker was a wonderful Captain.

He was also a giant prick.

Wesker distanced himself from everyone working under him. When he wasn't holed up in his office, he was filing papers and refusing to joke around or chat casually with anyone that worked under him. When Berry or Enrico organized the team to meet after work for some drinks and bonding time, Wesker never showed up. At first Chris questioned this, realizing that no one even bothered to ask the blonde. It seemed a little unfair so while Wesker was away in his office, Chris rolled his chair up to Jill's desk, head ducked and his voice a low whisper.

"Hey, did anyone ask Captain Wesker if he wanted to go?"

Jill looked up from her report and blinked. "Of course not. Even if we did, he would be too busy to go. Wesker doesn't like socializing."

For a social person like Chris, this came as quite a surprise and he looked over his shoulder to stare at the door to Wesker's office. "What, is he shy or something?" The brunette frowned. "If he never talks to anyone he must be pretty lonely."

Chuckling, the woman shook her head. "He's just a private person that likes to keep work at the office and his personal life private. He's a very professional guy."

Professional wasn't even the half of it. Chris could deal with Wesker being anti-social and hiding behind his sunglasses twenty-four seven. But there was one thing that annoyed Chris more than anything else and it was the one thing that Wesker always, without fail, did.

"Redfield, get to work."

Every time he was caught with his chair rolled over to Jill's desk, he would here that low, warning voice with its slight accent commanding him back to his desk. Most of the time Wesker would catch Chris off guard and the boy would jump before pushing himself off Jill's desk and rolling over to his own. It wasn't being caught that annoyed him. It wasn't the tone that set him on edge. It was being referred to as Redfield.

"It's Chris, sir."

Day after day Chris found himself correcting Wesker every time the blonde used his surname—which was all the time. There was just something about it that he absolutely hated. Maybe it was because he liked to be close to those he worked with, especially in an environment when he had to trust them with his life. Maybe it was just something about Wesker or how he said Redfield with that accent of his. All Chris knew was that it set his teeth on edge whenever he was being addressed by his superior. And Wesker always ignored the corrections.

Finally Chris could stand it no longer.

After instructing him to get to work, Wesker disappeared into his office, letting the door click shut behind him. Chris promptly stood from his seat without a word and followed after the blonde, ignoring the questioning stares he was getting from everyone else. He boldly walked into the Captain's office and shut the door behind him.

He had no idea what Wesker was thinking when he looked up, a blonde eyebrow arching with a silent question as he set down his pen and gave his full attention to the brunette. "Did you need something, Redfield?"

"It's Chris." The young man stayed by the door, seeing no need to step forward or sit down. He just stood there with one hand on the knob, knowing that he often didn't get along very well with his commanding officers, especially when he was upset over something. "Just Chris. I know I've mentioned it before, but you really don't have to be so formal with me. I prefer to be called Chris."

If there was any anger in Wesker's expression, it was hidden behind those glasses. The man was silent for a second, as if choosing his words carefully before he finally spoke in a curt tone. "I understand you're a very friendly person and you like to get to know people on a personal level, but I'm not here to make friends. I'm here to do my job, as are you. When two people are interacting at work, it's only natural to be formal with each other. Regardless of what you say, I'm your superior and you're my subordinate. You'll refer to me with the proper respect that I'm due and I'll refer to you with the same. Is that understood, Redfield?"

Obviously Chris didn't like that answer.

He remembered when he was first in Wesker's office for his interview. He had been nervous then and knew that impressions were everything. At the time he had offered his hand with a hasty greeting of, "Redfield. Christopher Redfield."

Chris' brown eyes narrowed ever so slightly and he walked up to Wesker's desk, stopping right at the edge of it and thrusting his hand out. "If you feel that way, I think I introduced myself wrong the first time. Let me try it again. My name is Chris. It's nice to meet you, Captain Wesker."

He could feel eyes watching him and judging him from behind sunglasses but Chris refused to back down. He gazed at his reflection in tinted shades and stood there with determination written across his face. It almost seemed like Wesker was debating with himself as he sat there silently, deep in thought. Eventually he seemed to reach a decision, sighed, and stood up, to take Chris' hand and give it a firm shake. "It's nice to meet you, Christopher. Welcome to the team."

It wasn't his nickname, but his first name coming from the blonde sounded incredibly sweet and Chris grinned as he shook the man's hand. Without a doubt, he was now certain that S.T.A.R.S. was the path he was meant to take. He wouldn't be leaving any time too soon. Not as long as Wesker was Captain of the team.