:Chapter 1: Redfield for Hire:

Claire Redfield was definitely not a morning person. Never was, currently wasn't and never would be. The mornings were dreadful. She chugged coffee as soon as she woke up like her life depended on it just to get that certain kick, and it always left and unpleasant after taste that only a pack of mentos could get rid of.

When she was in college, she would cringe at her alarm clock's irritating ring every morning, and to this day, that certain noise was unbearable for her to hear. Now, in the present day, in her second year of college, currently off for the summer and jobless, temporarily living with her big shot STARS member brother Chris Redfield for her 3 months, she still couldn't brave the mornings. Would she ever? she sincerely doubted it.

"Claire, get up already!" Chris barked outside her door, giving it a kick that made the most irritating sound to her. Claire snuggled deeper into her absolutely soft as silk pillow and soft fluffy blanket and begrudgingly groaned. "I'm coming!" she replied, none too happy.

Today was sure to be fun. Chris had been getting on her case lately to get a job since she moved out of her dorm for the summer to back home. She had only been back about 3 weeks and he was already fed up of her 'lazing about the house', though Claire preferred to call it 'much needed and essential relaxation'. He had spent the past 2 nights doing up a bit of a resume for Claire to hand out to a few local business' in Raccoon today, and Claire couldn't of felt less motivated.

Sure, Chris was as pushy as brothers came, but he had always been over protective and pushy since their parents died, and the burden of raising Claire had practically fallen on him. Though he did annoy her at times, she loved and trusted him more than anyone in the world. Not that she'd ever admit it.

"Claire! ass out of bed. Now!" he roared from downstairs.

And she'd especially never admit it right now.

Letting out an extremely loud groan she hoped Chris heard, she ripped her soft and comfy blanket from her and jumped out of bed. Looking into her full length mirror, she could of laughed at her ever lovely bed head and tired eyes, but she was far from laughing this morning. She begrudgingly rooted through her closet and began to dress in a pair of skinny jeans, a white tank top and a blue zip up hoody. She groaned with annoyance as she brushed her tangled her. Its not that Claire didn't want a job, its that she never got to do anything exciting at any job she'd ever had.

The summer before college, she had worked at the Raccoon City library, stacking and organizing books from 9 to 5. The job had been immensely boring and mind numbingly quiet, that by the end of the summer, she couldn't of been happier to hand in that letter of resignation. While Claire did enjoy reading books, she found the job of a librarian to be too much of a bore to actually get out of bed for everyday.

The following summer she had worked in her college in the computer lab. The only reason she did it was because her then boyfriend begged her to work with him, and they ended up breaking up in that early august, and thank god for that. The job made Claire realize that he was extremely obnoxious and just plain rude. Again, another job she couldn't of been happier to leave.

Now her third summer, Claire had the hopes for a good, enjoyable job. Since her college major was illustration and design, she hoped for perhaps something that required art, maybe a job painting rooms or at a newspaper? She was aiming pretty high but the Raccoon Press - Publisher of the daily Raccoon's Rest - was always hiring, so why not hire Claire? At least as an intern or assistant, and if not that, then at least something that had her up and about, talking to people and actually doing something. Maybe a waitress or something.

Tying up her hair in her signature pony tail and spraying on some perfume, she nodded at her reflection in the mirror and made a beeline downstairs. She found Chris in their kitchen, shirtless, cooking sausages and eggs just as he did every weekday. (Claire opted to cook on weekends.) He finished turning over sausages and scooped the contents onto two plates. Claire shuffled over to their fridge and pulled out some orange juice, filling two glasses and placing them on the table.

"Morning." she yawned, practically falling on her chair, ready to dig into her food.

"Morning sleepyhead." Chris teased. "Got everything for today? Resume? School records? Letters of recommendation?"

"Check, check and check." she mumbled as she stuffed her mouth full of sausage. Chris nodded and paced back over to the kitchen counter where he'd left his STARS shirt and quickly threw it on. Claire had practically downed the entire glass of orange juice by the time Chris had his hair fixed and was sitting again.

"Were you raised by wolves of something?" Chris joked as she ate - more like inhaled - her breakfast. Claire laughed a loud fake laugh and refocused on her breakfast. "Practically." she deadpanned.

Chris scoffed and punched her lightly on the shoulder. "Mean." he stated as he ate his eggs. Claire simply shrugged while smiling.

Once the meal was finished, Claire quickly ran upstairs to grab her 10 copies of resumes, her school records and letters. Quickly fixing her hair in the mirror, she decided she was all set. Here goes nothing. She thought as she ran down the stairs and out the door to hop into Chris' STARS cruiser.

"So where do you want me to drop you off and where do i collect you and all that?" Chris asked as his sister fiddled with the radio, only settling once she was tuned into the siblings favourite rock station.

"Leave me at Kendo's gunshop." she stated nervously. She knew Chris wouldn't allow it but she wanted to be sure first.

"Claire, you're not applying there, why the hell would you want to work there anyway?" he asked in an annoyed tone.

Claire simply shrugged. She had an interest in guns, but she knew that if she said that to Chris, he'd hit the roof. "My friend worked there before, said it paid well." she lied. She didn't often lie to Chris, and if she did, it was only ever a little white lie, but it still always made her feel bad. She silently wondered if Chris would flip out at her if and when she decided to finally get that motorcycle she'd been looking at for months in a magazine she had kept under her bed, circling the exact model 4 times with a thick black marker and promising to herself that she'd own it one day, no matter what he said.

"Leave me on Warren street." she asked finally after a few moments silence. "That Grill 13 restaurant, the gas station and the press are all up that way."

Chris nodded. "You gonna apply to all three?" he asked. She nodded swiftly.

"I can cross over to central from there and hit up the few café's, diners and whatever stores that are there, i should be finished around your lunch hour so ill just walk up to the station around then."

Chris made a face at that last part. Claire was about to ask why when he elaborated. "Today's our training day so good old Cap'n Wesker will probably have us running around the training field until lunch hour, so i might and might not be there."

Ah, there it was, the ever daily bash of Chris' beloved captain. Claire had never actually met his captain, but she'd heard enough of his tyranny to want to stay as far away as possible. Chris had described him as an old stuck up, sunglasses wearing James bond wannabe with a spoon stuck too far up his ass. She pictured him as an overweight, cocky idiot who got off on ordering people around. Claire had actually met Chris' entire team since they often visited the house on Saturday nights to watch the game and have a few drinks, but not once had Wesker been present.

Chris had said that he was always invited but never showed. How rude could you get? Some people were just assholes.

"But if the rest of the team are there, introduce yourself as my sister, i talk about you all the time so they'll be glad to meet you." Claire nodded and blushes at the same time, it was nice to know that her brother talked about her to his friends. She suddenly hoped it was only the good stuff.

The car suddenly swerved off to the left and jolted Claire from her musing immediately. "Alright Claire bear, knock 'em dead." he said with a warm smile. "You'll do fine, just stay calm and cool."

"Calm and cool, got it." she replied sarcastically, sticking out her tongue and him and jumping out of the car with a giggle. "Catch you later!" she said, waving as he sped off.

Taking in a deep breath to calm herself, she walked towards Grill 13, her first destination, and prayed to god that she'd get something good this summer. This summer has to be different, it has to be! she silently begged who ever was listening as she walked in through the doors of the restaurant.

"Only 2 more laps and you're free to lunch." said Wesker smugly as he led the Alpha's and Bravo's along side Enrico Marini on their run around the RPD's training field. While the Bravo's and Alpha's were all sweating immensely, Enrico only beginning to sweat since the last lap or so, Wesker hadn't even broken a sweat. They've only run around 20 laps or so. Pathetic.

"Jesus christ, i wont make it." huffed Brad as they rounded the corner to the bottom of the field, barely carrying himself at this point. Barry noticed him falter and instantly caught up to him to grab him by the arm. "If you trip, Wesker will give us another 10 laps last last time!"

Brad groaned and shoved Barry off, trying his damn hardest to keep up with the rest of the group. "Come on Brad, less than 2 more laps and we can call it quits!" reasoned Joseph from behind him, gently nudging him forward.

"My legs feel like fucking jelly!" he complained, now threatening to fall over completely. Wesker smirked and without turning around or slowing in anyway, he said, "If he falls, i will add 10 laps for all of you as punishment, it would be in your best interest to keep going."

Chris groaned. "Come on Brad! you can do this, for us!" he cheered half heartedly, not wanting to make it sound like a threat, but..

As the group passed their starting point, Jill shouted out, "Just one more lap Brad!" The group were sweating buckets, and could hardly feel their legs underneath them, so they knew if Brad did fall, they wouldn't survive the punishment. While pretty much everyone in STARS admired and looked up to Captain Wesker, he was a man of his word and never went back on anything. The Alphas had learned all too well within their first month that no threat was empty threat with the divisions leader.

Suddenly, Brad let out a long groan and toppled over just as they approached the halfway mark, wheezing as he gasped for breath. There was a long groan from the entire group, but Wesker quickly cut through it as he approached the bent over Brad with a look that could melt bones. "10 laps for Alphas." he announced.

"Bravo's, you're good for the day." said Enrico after. Just like that, the six Bravo's headed away across the field, happy to have their weekly torture over and done with.

"S-sir." Rebecca Chambers had nervous started, turning around to face the Alpha captain. "Brad has asthma, he could r-really hurt himself if he continues to run." she flinched over so slightly when the captain gave her his full attention half way through her sentence.

"Ah yes. Brad, you're excused then." Wesker stated with the slightest hint of annoyance, but didn't allow it to show that much. He nodded towards Rebecca as she walked away with Brad, most likely going to exam him as she usually dd after any of their training exercises. Brad fainting or falling during their exercises wasn't exactly new, and since Rebecca was currently studying medicine to become a full fledged medic for the team, the responsibility usually fell on her.

"As for the rest of you." Wesker announced, looking at his exhausted team with little interest as they collapsed in the field and breathed heavily. "10 more laps."

"What!" roared Chris from the very back of the group.

Here it comes. The rest of the Alpha's thought in sync. The ever constant testosterone slash pissing contest that was Chris versus Wesker in this brave but very futile game of who can shout the loudest.

"Of course you would have a problem with that, Christopher." Wesker mused as he took off his glasses and began cleaning them with a small cloth from his pocket, paying Chris no attention. Oh how that drove the Redfield insane.

"Brad collapsed because of his asthma, that is not our fault, don't punish us for something we can't control!" he hissed as Wesker carefully placed his glasses back on. He hated those damn sunglasses. He could never actually tell if Wesker was looking at him or not with them on and the thought of Wesker being any more passive then he was right now was enough for Chris to punch him square in the face.

"Brad is your team mate. You are both praised and scolded as a team Christopher, the sooner you realize that, the sooner you can stop spouting your idiotic nonsense every time you feel i'm being 'unfair' to you." he retorted, though he could tell that that just made Chris all the more mad, not that he really cared.

Chris threw his arms up and scoffed loudly. "You know what? fuck this." he stated, walking off from the group and towards the Department, though Wesker clearing his throat made him falter ever so slightly.

"Take another step and i will punish the entire team for your tantrum."

Chris was at his wits end, he wanted nothing more than to turn around and punch the smug expression right off his captains face, but he wasn't about to get his team punished for something he did. He turned around instantly, greeted with relief from his team and a smirk from his captain.

Cocky bastard.

"Drop and give me 20 push ups." he demanded, leaving no room for argument.

Seeing no other alternatives, Chris dropped to the ground and immediately began his punishment in front of his team. He could nearly feel all of there eyes on him, he tried to ignore the thought as he counted off his push ups.

When he finished, Wesker merely nodded and announced that that was it for the day and for everyone to his thr showers. A sigh of relief was heard from everyone, except the still fuming Chris Redfield who wasn't quite over his problem with his captain. Huffing, he followed the group towards toe building.

After his shower, he wasn't really surprised to hear Wesker call for him to report to his office. Probably another speech on discipline or something. He knew what it was to be disciplined, he'll he'd spent a seriously long time in the Air force learning all about discipline. Honestly, at this point, he was really sick of hearing about it. Its not like he never listened to Wesker, they had the occasional disagreement but overall they were fine, or so he thought.

Sighing, he threw his gym bag under his desk and proceeded to Wesker office, knocking on the door, only walking in once he heard Wesker announce, "enter" before opening it and slumping down in the seat opposite him.

Wesker ignored him for a few moments as he focused on papers he was signing. Chris looked around him for a moment as he saw how intent his captain was on finishing whatever report he was doing. As per usual, his desk was immaculately clean, papers in neat stacks, pens lined up perfectly at the top right and even his little desk lamp was perfectly alligned with the edge of the desk. The man clearly has a serious case of OCD.

"I'm exhausted from these spats we have Chris." he said, not looking up from his papers.

"Then lets stop having them." he answered instantly, not particularly angry, more exhausted himself from talking about it. How many fights had they had over disagreements in the field, about paper work or training? too many.

Setting his pen down, the STARS captain took off his black sunglasses and focused on his marksman with a hard and - as usual - unreadable expression. "I don't understand what you want from me Christopher." he practically hissed. "You disobey orders when you feel they don't suit you, you mock my judgement in front of my team and you laze about when i ask something of you!" he stood up now, standing over Chris as he spoke, attempting to intimidate the man. Chris would be lying if he said it wasn't, but only a little.

Chris stayed silent. The words, 'Your judgement can be pretty shit', no matter how many ways he tried to phrase it, always came out sounding wrong. He really didn't want any more punishments for the day. As much as he despised paperwork, he'd take it any day over Wesker shouted at him as he ran an endless loop of laps around the department.

Sighing, Wesker pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "I must ask Christopher, do you enjoy making my job much harder than it needs to be?"

"Look." Chris stated, throwing up his hands defensively. "I just have the occasional problem with your-"

"Occasional?" he asked in disbelief. "This is not an occasional occurrence Christopher, this is a daily occurrence, and its ending today." he pointed an accusing finger at his marksman.

"Why?" Chris asked. "What have you ever done for me?" he spat.

"Excuse me?"

What the hell was Chris asking? a favor from his Captain? 'What have you ever done for me' ? provided you with a good job with good pay perhaps?! oh how these idiots drove him insane. He'd need to take an aspirin before he could even dive into his unmerciful workload tonight at the Umbrella lab. Thank you Christopher.

"You've stayed behind work for hours helping Jill with hand to hand combat, and you even gave Joseph a key to the shooting range so he could practice after work, where the hell's my special treatment?" he asked, annoyance in his tone.

It couldn't of been as simple as that. A favor for his compliance? That was simply too easy!

"Then what is you want Christopher?" He asked in amazement, almost in awe of how he hadn't reached out to grab his shirt and punch him out of annoyance.

Chris thought for a moment. Mondays off would be sweet. "How abo-"

His request was cut off by Jill's giggling and a muffled voice shouting something, maybe Barry's.

Wesker raised his eyebrow in mild curiosity and simultaneously, the two men stood from their chairs and walked out of the office to see what all the fuss was about. Wesker was about to shout at his team for clearly slacking off of work until he noticed a redheaded girl in the middle of the group.

Wesker stood for a moment, analyzing her. Perhaps a civilian that was looking for help with a lost dog or a mugging? though she looked pretty happy.. perhaps that wasn't it. She was rather easy on the eyes though. Long red hair, tied up, bangs nearly covering her eyes, a beautiful smile, tall shapely figure.. Wesker shook his head to erase all those kind of thoughts. It had been a while since he'd been a woman, obviously too long if his mind wandered so easily at the sight of any woman, though he never looked twice at any woman scientist in Umbrella, and he wasn't particularly attracted to Jill nor Rebecca.. What was attracting him to this Redhead all of a sudden?

"Miss, this is a restricted office of the Raccoon Police Department, who exactly gave you permission to simply walk in here?" he quickly asked, instantly putting a stop to all laughing and chatter.

"I-i um.." Claire stammered as she looked around herself, noticing the team that she was just getting to really like had scurried off to their desks and returned to work, ignoring Chris, Wesker and her presence completely. Uh oh. "I.. i'm sorry.. your receptionist had left when i walked in, so i just thought i'd come up.. ?"

Left? Its 3 PM! That's the 3rd time this week that woman has left early without consulting me or leaving any messages, she is definitely fired.

Chris and Claire were awkwardly silent and just the littlest bit uneasy as Wesker fell silent, clearly lost in his own thoughts. Chris cleared his throat and walked over beside Claire, wrapped his arm around her shoulder, attempting to calm her shaking. "C-Captain Wesker?" he asked experimentally. Instantly, the blonde focused on him. "This is my sister Claire, i'm the one who told her she could come up here, sorry."

Sister? Wesker smirked internally. Oh, how she would be a fun way for him to torture Chris, but how was the million dollar question, and when.

"Nice to finally meet you." Claire said warmly, flashing a shy smile and holding out her hand for a hand shake. Polite and sweet, how unlike a Redfield.

Wesker simply glanced at her hand but made no move to return the gesture. "Like wise." he replied.

Claire scrunched her face up in annoyance but only for a minute, quickly stopping herself from showing any disrespect to Chris' captain. God he's gorgeous though! she internally thought. A rude asshole clearly, but a sexy one at that. Wait what? god Claire, that's Chris Captain of all people! he's probably like 30.. though he certainly isn't bad to look at.. god you might as well be drooling!

"So how did it go?" Chris asked as he draped an arm around her shoulders, steering her towards his desk. Wesker raised an eyebrow but decided to ignore the siblings. It was lunch hour so he decided to fill himself a cup of coffee by the table located beside Jill's desk. Claire watched him walk off for a minute before realizing that her brother had asked her a question.

"Wait what?" she asked, "Oh the job stuff?" Claire cringed ever so slightly.

Sure, all the places she'd gone to took her resumé and all told her that they'd call if they wanted her, but none seemed to keen on hiring her. The Raccoon press apparently had already hired 2 people from a local high school for the summer but told her they would 'keep her in mind', and the owner of the Grill 13 on the street over wouldn't stop staring at Claire's breasts, so she doubted if she even got the job would she even take it. She had high hopes for Emmy's diner that was only a short walk from the RPD and the owner was quite friendly, so Claire could only hope that she'd get that waitress job. Or anything semi decent.

"It went alright, i'll know from most places how it went within the week." she replied finally.

"That's good, i know you really wanted a job within the next 2 weeks so i'm sure one of the places will get back to you soon, don't sweat it." he said, gently nudging her arm in a playful manner which made her smile. "Lets call it a day, the STARS are heading to Emmy's for lunch, wanna come?" he asked her.

"As long as you're paying." she joked. Claire jumped when she felt hands slap her back. "Ha! i like her!" Joseph roared as the team walked out of the room, leaving behind a highly amused Wesker.

So little Claire needs a job, does she? Oh, this is too perfect. Chris wants a favor, Claire needs work, and i'm in need of entertainment. Wesker's smile rivaled the Chesire cats at that very moment as he sipped his coffee and returned to his office for the lunch hour, practically giddy with anticipation.

At Emmy's, the diner was practically vibrating from the laughter that emitted from the STARS and Claire as they huddled together in a booth, chatting and laughing, getting to know Chris' younger sister quite well.

In fact, not even 10 minutes had passed, and Claire was already engaged in an arm wrestle with Barry Burton as the rest of the team watched, cheering and whooping as they stared each other down, their arms staying perfectly still, save for the odd twitch.

"My moneys on you Burton!" Brad cheered, slapping his shoulder encouragingly. "Claire, you win this and ill pay for your lunch!" Joseph chimed in. "Okay now you have to win Claire!" encouraged Chris.

Claire and Barry were fairly evenly matched, much to his surprise. He expected Claire to be taken out within 30 seconds, but she was really holding her ground here. Suddenly, Barry felt his arm waver and Claire took no time in pinning his arm, triggering a loud serious of applause and chanting from the rest of the team. Barry threw his arms up in defeat while laughing and shook Claire's hand.

"That's some arm kid." he joked. "I learnt from the best!" she answered, nodding in Chris' direction. He blushed ever so slightly and scoffed, pretending as if he had nothing to do with it, but the siblings honestly arm wrestled all the time, so it was no surprise that Claire was strong in that area at this point, making Barry an equal, but slightly lesser match, much to everyone's surprise.

"Alright alright boys, settle down!" Emmy hollered from behind the counter, her usual smirk in place. Emmy was no stranger to the team, in fact, Emmy's was their only place to eat for lunch and dinner, so over time, the entire team had gotten to know the old woman pretty well. Although in her late 40's, she was still vibrant and full of energy, flashing all of the team her winning smile every time they came to eat, and the food was always top notch, so the STARS had readily agreed there was nowhere better they could ever go for good food and good service.

"Sorry Emmy! Blame Chris' sister!" Jill answered with a giggle, leaning back in her seat to reveal a blushing and slightly embarrassed Claire, who waved sheepishly.

"Claire? Chris' sister?" she said in disbelief. "My my! i had no idea that the lovely young woman from earlier was your sister Chris! I knew i saw a resemblance!" Hopefully this means i have a better chance at that job. She thought while smiling.

"Why do people always say me and this idiot look alike?!" Chris asked with a smirk, pointing to his sister. "Because you do?" Brad asked incredulously.

Claire shrugged. "I guess its something other people see and we don't, like i look way more like mom while you just look like dad." she answered. The redhead always did feel a small pang of guilt when her parents were brought up. It always made her mind replay the night when she was 6 and was woken up by a scared Chris and their aunt Jennifer, delivering the news that their parents had died in a car crash. That night changed something about Claire, but she'd never been able to put a finger on it.

"Though mom wasn't a redhead." he snickered. "Well duh, my red isn't exactly natural." she answered with a laugh. "Wait its not?" Brad asked. "Of course not." Chris answered, punching him in the arm for such a question.

In fact, Claire's original hair color was the exact shade of brown Chris' was, but she desperately wanted a change around the age of 14, and without asking her brother, had bought a bottle of dye and did it herself. Ever since, she has been periodically dying her hair once every 2 months, and not once had she ever regretted the decision, she loved her red hair.

"Order up for STARS!" shouted Emmy as she lined up dishes on the counter and rang a small bell, and that was when everyone jumped up to grab their dishes and dug in, settling back into chatter once they all had their dishes and drinks. Oh yeah, if she got this waitress job, she could see these guys everyday.

Now that would be a sweet job.

"And Jill and Chris will be patrolling Wednesday and Friday night." Wesker announced to his team shortly after they arrived back from lunch. The pair nodded at each other and Wesker silently dismissed the group, allowing them to return to reports and the like. "Chris, a word?" Wesker asked before he returned to his own private office.

Raising an eyebrow in curiosity, he hopped up from his seat and followed his captain. Great, what the fuck did i do now?

"Chris, i hate to be an eavesdropper, but i couldn't help overhearing that your sister needed work earlier, or am i mistaken?" That was Wesker alright, he never tiptoed around the subject, he just got straight to it.

"Yeah, why?" he asked, a little confused as to why Wesker would even care.

"It seems our currently receptionist, Karen, has decided that this job is not worth her time, and therefore i need a replacement." he answered.

"Wait, you want Claire to be the receptionist?" he asked, a little flabbergasted at the thought. Claire? work here at the RPD? With me? Everyday? The notion wasn't exactly appealing. Sure he loved his sister, a ton, but he didn't exactly want her there to scold him when he had arguments with Wesker or got mad at chief Irons.

"I hardly believe it takes serious training to answer phones and take messages Chris, i believe anyone could do it, so why not your dear sister?" he asked as he rooted through his desk, searching for the application form he'd printed off while the team were out to lunch. Once he laid his hand on it he handed it over to a confused looking Chris.

"U-uh.." Chris shook his head and took the sheet from his hands. "Yeah.. yeah i'll give it to her and tell her to apply."

Wesker frowned ever so slightly. "Chris, our currently receptionist quit today, i will be requiring Claire by tomorrow if she wishes to have the job, or else ill be redirecting the job of taking my messages to one of the team until we have the position filled."

"Wait so Claire just gets the job just like that?!" he was generally surprised. This seemed too good to be true all of a sudden.. Wesker wasn't exactly known to just hand out favors like this, there was definitely a catch.

"Just like that." he echoed. "Your work day will be over in about 20 minutes, so i expect an answer from dearest Claire by 8 PM." he replied as he began filing away papers and reports, leaving Chris to stare at him, still shocked.

"A-alright Captain.. thank you, i'll let her know." he nodded weakly. What a weird turn of events. He clutched the sheet in his hand tightly as he turned to leave, figuring that Wesker ignoring him to put away bundles of sheets was a silent dismissle.

As he walked out of the office, He turned when he heard Wesker clear his throat. He was leaning against the door frame as he stared at Chris with a blank expression. "Consider this your favor." he stated as he shut the office door, effectively separating the Alphas from their captain.

Wait.. THIS is my favor?!

It begins kekeekekeke

Claire and Wesker is my favourite pairing ever, I'M NOT EVEN SORRY.

YES i will still be finishing Hope and hopefully (no pun intended) King and Lionheart, i just wanted to get this stories plot out before i forgot it, you know? Hope you like it so far!