Takes place six months after Code Veronica. Claire and wesker is an amazing couple, but I'm sorry there is not enough dark pairings on here. I loved a lot of stories I read, then they turned fluffy –gross face- I can't stand wesker fluffy, and I'm sorry but Claire is not girly either, stop making her girly.

THERE WILL BE, very intense moments, borderline rape, I will leave it to you to decide if you are a sensitive person to such writing. Remember writing is freedom of speech, and I think it is important not to shelter ourselves from what happens in the real world.

They is definitely a bit of Stockholm syndrome going on. And to be honest, I can't get as graphic as I would maybe like so I might revise later on and put it up on adult fan fiction. This is not BeTA'd, eh.

And I will shamelessly say that when you review it make me write more. I am extremely busy, but if u bug me I will feel guilty and make more time.

Her routine was steadfast, a tribute to her stubbornness. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday night she could be found at the shooting range. She didn't need that much training, she was already a good shot…. Damn more like excellent shot. She just used it to relieve stress. When she wasn't there she also had a job. It paid her bills but it was less than fun that was sure. She basically stocked the local GYM FitnessGO she also had to wipe down all the machines afterward, which was the smelliest part of the Job. This was 45% of her time, she also crammed online courses, and had taken up anti-umbrella activities as well.

Since Rockford Island Claire had thrown herself into any anti-umbrella activity she could. She had started making a name for herself. Chris was taking a more direct approach. His previous history on STARS gave him a foot into the BSAA which meant he was now officially gone most of the time. She kept herself busy, shooting practice, online classes, anti-bioterrorism at night. The problem was that no one in the public took the riots serious at the moment, so the work was pretty week in Claire's eyes. She had been trying to instigate a trip to Europe to try and overtake an umbrella lab and steal evidence. They laughed at her, and asked what man power was crazy enough. Hell if they would by the plane ticket, she would do it herself.

It had been six months since the island, and if Claire said she didn't still have nightmares it would be a flat out lie. When she did sleep, as little as she did, she would rock and toss. Some nights it was Steve screaming at her that she killed him; sometimes it was the twins deformed and homicidal. The worst dreams were of him. He always had her by her hair; she never had a chance to escape. He would pull her in, she could smell him, a strange clean musk, and no doubt designer…..he would bore his eyes into her, a knife at her throat. She would stare wide eyed unable to move. His breath was so hot; it wafted over her until she couldn't feel anything but panic. Some nights she would dream he would stab her, others he was hurting Chris and she couldn't help. Either way she always awoke screaming.

Clair opened her eyes. Trembling a little she reached under her pillow and squeezed the hilt of her 9mm glock. She let out a shaky breath and sat up. She hated feeling like a scarred little girl. She wanted to feel as confident as she portrayed, and instead the very Idea of that inhuman monster with his flashing red eyes sent a tremor down her spine. She was so….disgusted that she turned into a scared a child at the thought of him. She just couldn't believe that they had known him all that time…and now he was the enemy, the guard dog of umbrella.

Today was no different than most. She had just gotten an email from Chris, updating her and making sure she was ok. He didn't like her joining her little vigilante group, he felt it attracted to much attention to her. She closed the laptop and let out a groan. She was feeling terrible today. Her stomach was noting and she had a bad headache. Did she catch a cold? She wondered how long it would feel like this. Decided on a shower, she hoped in and let the water beat on her skin. Scrubbing she took careful care to wipe all the stress away. Decidedly pink and skin sore she decided to go about her day finally.

Work was boring as it usually was. She tried to ignore her disdain and "smile" at the customers. Half way through her lunch break she got the call she had been waiting for. It was David, the leader of their little group. David was an older man, maybe 36, Claire heard he had lost his wife and son in Raccoon City. His voice was hushed and she had to cover her other ear to hear it.

"Claire, we have Intel that the umbrella CEO and other high levels are actually attending the New york gala in three days, they are leaving their layer and I think this is the chance you and me have been waiting for." She gasped.

"How can you be sure? And I'm in….but what is our target exactly?"

"Well they are taking with them 'samples' of their newest cancer treatment to show off. But here is the thing; our source says their number one black market client is there as well. Donovan Ishmael from the RegenCorp….it would be stupid of us not to think they may be flaunting their less than legal vials in the back room as well. I want to detail them and get some solid photo's on the trade." He let out a deep sigh.

"I know this seems like weak work, but trust me, politically this will be a big thorn in their side. "

Claire didn't waste any time. She got the rest of the details and promptly left, three days was a short time to get ready for a job like this.

By nine that night she was just leaving the "cop store" It was a little shop that had a lot of home security items, along with vests, lights and such. She paid in cash as she always did. Clutching her goodies to her side she left into the dark night. The street at this time was pretty crowded, seeing as she was near down town. She wished she was 21, she could use a drink at this point. She heaved a sigh and turned to head to her bike. She was careless and she turned into some one, they placed a hand on her bare shoulder to steady her. She blushed and looked up into the face of a 30 something year old man. He was pretty slender, nothing stood out.

"I'm sorry, didn't see you." He smiled, but it was an odd shape, like his face wasn't meant to smile. She noticed as he took his hand from her she felt a soft smart, something sharp on his glove at scratched her.

"Don't worry lady, it was my fault, looking the other way." He walked of then, and Claire had an odd feeling. She craned her neck to look where his hand had been. There was a small drop of blood welled there, and she saw as it swelled over and ran down her white skin. She shuddered and wiped it away with her pinky.

"That was…weird." Claire headed for her bike, she had to get ready to leave in the morning and she wanted at least six hours sleep.