Hello everyone. This is going to be my first attempt at a Steve/Claire fic. Hopefully it'll be slightly different from the ones I've read on here – I'd hate to have copied someone's story by mistake. But I hope you all enjoy this anyway. I want to give you the heads up that I haven't played Code Veronica or Darkside chronicles so I haven't seen the relationship develop between them but I have read the novel, so hopefully I've gotten a good amount of information on them from that. :)

As usual: I do not own Resident Evil – Even though I wish I could and I do not own any of the characters from it. This chapter will be short so I could just give you the beginning of the story. Reviews would be nice but please, no flames. Criticism is okay though, I'd like to hear all of your guys ideas so I know what to improve or what to add, thank you. :)

Claire ruffled underneath the sheets, clawing at the loss ends of her hair. Her sweat leaked and soaked through her small white t-shirt as she felt the nightmare become more realistic than ever. Jolting up forward, she twisted her body towards the clock on her right.

5:47 am.

Sighing: Claire leaped over the side of the bed, rubbing her troublesome eyes before standing up. Her legs wobbled as she headed towards the shower.

Stripping down she placed her left leg into the shower, moaning at the coldness of the water. Waiting a couple of seconds, Claire pulled her entire self into the shower once the water heated up. The heat brought her back to reality. The way the liquid rolled down her body made her realize it was only a dream. But still, it was just as horrific to think of the possibly outcome.

Steve...

A five digit letter which meant so much more than any person could think off. He was her saviour, her knight in shining armour. Heck, he was even her cherry on the cake, but he was still something much more meaningful. He might have just been a little kid years ago but he showed bravery. Claire felt like punching herself in the gut several times, it was her fault why he had died. She could have saved him, she even knew that! But.. she didn't.

Glazing down at the water that dripped off her middle finger, Claire pulled herself out of her own bubble. She needed to forget him, he was only making her nightmares worse. She would picture him, before he was that 'mutant' or 'creature', but before she could head towards him, he'd change. His pupils would blend into a reddish like yellow colour before he'd leap towards her. Not being a idiot, Claire would run. She pictured this within her dreams nearly every night.

Pulling herself out of the shower, Claire headed towards her bedroom to change again. She didn't have work today – it was a Saturday. But she'd rather be awake watching shitty t.v shows than asleep, replaying the dream again.

Tying her rather long red hair up, the ends sticking to her back, Claire headed downstairs. She could usually picture Chris being setted in the kitchen or lazying around in the front room but she moved out of his house a couple of years ago to get away from his.. protective-nuse? Yeah, sure, she's love him how a younger sister can but upon having a boy around with her, he seemed to try and show off. Threatening empty threats towards the poor lad who had to be seated next to Claire or the fact she wanted to move out so she didn't have to witness his sex-life any more. Seriously, that boy could get any girl if he tried.

Placing the bread in the toaster, Claire seated herself and lent on the table. 3 minutes she had to wait for the bread to become crispy and she felt her stomach growl in a response for the food to hurry up. She was nearly fully awake, but her eyes still felt kind of heavy.

Placing her cheek against the palm of the right hand, she closed her eyes for a second. She didn't expect the seconds to turn into minutes and before she knew it, the tip of the saliva that formed in her mouth peaked through her lips and she felt her hand go weak before she collapsed onto the table.

Travling through the empty and endless hallway, Claire skimmed her hands across the metal walls, hoping she could hear the vibrations of the movement on the other side.

Nothing.

She felt sweat form on the top of her brows as she rubbed away at her fringe. Where was he? She knew how this dream was going to end and she was hoping to find an alternative ending for once. She knew she wasn't going to but, heck! It was her dream, she should have the control on her surroundings and what was happening.

Deciding her patients was running low, she began to sprint down the corridor, the only sounds of her shoes and panting were heard. Getting closer to the door on the other side, she smiled. She had finally made. Normally in this dream she'd just spot it before it'd disappear and she'd face the enemy she wishes to never see again. But no, this time was different: She was closer.

Placing her hand on the knob, she twisted and pushed the door open with a little amount of strength. Her smile instantly turned to a frown once she noticed the open hall. Looking back in a desperate attempt to run she realized the hallway was far gone. Now, she was surround by four metal walls.

She blinked and felt her breath hitch in the back off her throat as she spotted him. He stood there, his clothes were all black making his reddish hair stand out more than ever. She gulped:

"Steve?" She questioned, taking a tiny step forward. He did what he did usually and took a step forward as well, as if he was mirroring her. She was barely impressed by his movements but she didn't question.

"Claire.." He had finally talk. This was the first time he had ever opened his mouth within the dreams and Claire couldn't help but let the tears form in the corner of her eyes as she ran forwards. Tackling him in a hug she began to sob. Hey, even if it was a dream it still was an improvement.

She suddenly felt Steve tense up making her pull back. His eyes were sealed shut as if he was refusing to look at her. Placing a hand on his solid cheek she spoke, softly:

"Steve...?"

She watched and witnessed as a red glow formed underneath his eyes. Jumping back slightly she began to sweat as the original ending played.

Jumping up from a sudden startle, Claire placed both of her hands on either side of her face as she attempted to squeeze her head. Why was she always hurting over this? Realizing her toast was out of the toaster, she jumped up and tried to get her mind off the subject. Picking up the toast though, she cringed at the warmth of it. Of course.. it was too cold now. Looking up she spotted the time: 8:12.

Had she really fallen asleep for that long. Taking a deep breath she threw away the toast and headed towards the front room, flicking the t.v on as she passed it. Sitting down next to her mobile phone, she fiddled with her hands. Temptation had gotten the better to her and before she knew it, she had a firm grip on the phone and dialled a certain number she could never forget.

"Hello?" Came the deep reply.

"Leon, I need your help."

There it is. Yes, Leon will be in it, to only support Claire throughout it though. Chris will most likely appear later and of course... so will Steve! I'd like to apologise for my hideous spelling and grammar and if I've made Claire OOC. But I still hope you enjoyed it. :)