Alright, this is my first Resident Evil fic. A friend suggested this pairing and I thought I'd do a story for it. If you don't like this pairing, then I don't know how you got here. This is a lesbian pairing, so yeah. Well, I hope you enjoy this. :3
Ada sighed as the elevator slowly ascended. She was returning to her safe house after another mission. This one had been particularly difficult. A client had hired her to infiltrate a terrorist organization and retrieve certain files pertaining to their activities. The hard part had been getting into the country where the organization was located. It was a region in the middle of a civil war with airstrikes raining bombs over the countryside.
She completed the mission of course, but it had been needlessly complicated by the UN showing up and hassling her. Now she was returning home, or the closest thing she had to a home, to sit back and relax with a nice glass of wine.
The elevator dinged and slowed to a stop. Ada exited onto the top floor and made her way to her penthouse. The door had a keypad that required a 10 digit sequence and if a wrong number was entered, the door would not be able to be opened for 24 hours. Ada randomized the code every time she left to prevent someone from acquiring it. The door itself was 8 inches of solid steel. The walls were strong enough to withstand a blast from 10 pounds of C-4 and all the windows were bulletproof. There was no safer place for her to be.
Ada punched the code into the keypad. She waited as the locking mechanisms disengaged and the door began to slowly slide open. It was always a satisfying sound to her, as though it was the very embodiment of safety and security. Such a sense of security seemed harder and harder to come by these days. Even more so after Simmons had somehow gotten a hold of her DNA and fingerprints and decided to make a clone.
She shook her head. That poor Carla. Ada had often thought of that young woman in the past few months following the incidents in Tall Oaks and China. Carla had tried to destroy the world, but it was Simmons who had used her and transformed her into a clone of Ada. The thought of what terrible things Simmons did to that woman made Ada's skin crawl. She stepped inside, a tired sigh escaping her lips.
The inside of her safe house was decorated in a very modern style. Ada didn't really care what the furniture looked like since she spent most of her time on missions, but this style was somewhat appealing.
Out of the corner of her eye, Ada spotted movement in the living room. In a flash, she drew her gun and slowly edged into the living room. There she saw a woman with shoulder length black hair sitting on the couch.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Oh come now, there's no need for such violence," the woman's voice lilted as she turned to face Ada.
A chill ran down Ada's spine as she the woman's face was revealed to her. It was her own image reflected in the other woman's visage.
She gritted her teeth, the woman's name slipping through. "Carla."
Carla smiled coyly. "Oh my. That's a terrifying expression you've got there." She motioned to the armchair next to the couch. "Please sit. Have some tea."
Ada remained standing, her gun still trained on the other woman. She stared down Carla, suspicious of the woman's intentions.
"How the hell are you still alive? And how did you even get in here?"
Carla took a sip of her tea. "All in due time, Ada." She once again motioned to the armchair. "But for now, please sit."
Ada narrowed her eyes at Carla and slowly lowered her gun. "Alright. I'll play along."
She sat down as Carla poured a cup of tea for her.
"I must say that I love this china tea set you have, Ada. The floral patterns are just lovely." The other woman added a cube of sugar and stirred. "Oh, and don't worry about the tea. If I wanted to kill you, you'd already be dead." She then set a lemon wedge on the saucer with the cup and handed it to Ada.
Ada took the tea and set it on the coffee table.
Carla chuckled. "So distrustful."
"You'll forgive my hesitation, but the last time I saw you, you were trying to kill me." Ada replied sardonically, crossing her arms. "Which leads me back to my first question: how the hell are you still alive?"
Carla leaned back. "Well, back on the aircraft carrier, there was still a lot of my genetic material left lying around after our little…discussion. The enhanced C-virus that I had injected myself with allows for nearly limitless mutation and, as I'm sure you've seen, is quite tenacious." She paused to take a sip of her tea. "The virus gradually regenerated my body and I washed up on the South Korean shoreline last month. I've been trying to track you down since then."
She chuckled. "You're a very hard woman to find."
"So, what do you want from me? I doubt that you went through all this trouble of finding me just to say hello." Ada felt a smirk pulling at her lips.
Carla set down her tea. "Perceptive. Yes, I came here to ask you for your help."
"Color me surprised," Ada said flatly. "You killed thousands, performed inhumane experiments on innocent people, and nearly destroyed the world as we know it. Sorry if I'm not completely gung-ho for whatever you have planned this time."
Carla folded her hands on her lap. "I can understand your reluctance. I wouldn't trust me either after what I've done." She looked out the window at the sprawling city lights. "However," she said, her eyes returning to Ada. "I do require your assistance with a particularly important matter."
Ada had been watching Carla carefully throughout their conversation. She had noticed that the other woman seemed a bit different from the last time they had encountered one another. Despite her playful banter, she seemed to be genuinely remorseful of her actions. It could've been a trick, and Ada had every right to be suspicious of her, but something tugged at the back of her mind. Something compelled her to want to help Carla. What Carla did to all those people was horrible, but in the end, Simmons was the true villain in all of it.
Ada sighed. "I'll hear you out, at the very least. But, I won't make any promises to help you."
Carla produced a wry smile. "I figured as much. The great and cautious Ada Wong is always ready to run from danger."
"Keep it up and I'll make sure your death is permanent this time."
This only made Carla smile wider. "Temper, temper Ada. I guess I'll just cut to the chase then."
She pulled out the hologram cube and brought up several data files. "I need to break into this governmental building to retrieve the genetic data for Jake Muller."
Ada raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you already get a hold of him?"
"Yes, but someone destroyed all of my research data." She shot Ada a sharp look, then continued. "I need to utilize his antibodies to stabilize the virus inside me. Without the antibodies, I'm in danger of losing control and mutating erratically like what happened on the aircraft carrier."
Carla handed Ada the holo-cube containing the files. "And I don't know about you, but I'd like to avoid having something that…unpleasant happening again."
Ada looked through the files. "I don't know why you need my help for something like this."
"The security they have there makes it into a two person job. Besides," she smiled, a touch of arrogance in her voice. "If it could be done by one person, then I would have already done it myself."
You are a piece of work, Carla. Ada shook her head as she went back to examining the files Carla had provided. There were building layouts, guard post locations, and even several security codes.
"The main trouble we'll have is with the vault they're holding the samples of Jake's blood in." Carla continued. "I'll have to hack the door and security cameras, giving you a thirty second window to retrieve a sample. I have to remain outside the vault room to keep the firewall at bay."
Ada looked up. "And how do I know you won't just take the sample and leave me?"
"You don't," Carla replied, finishing her cup of tea. "However, you will be compensated for your efforts should you decide to help me."
Looking over the files again, Ada contemplated whether or not to take the job. There weren't any other upcoming activities for her. Might as well do it, she thought.
"Alright, Carla. I'll help you on one condition: if I catch you doing anything immoral with these antibodies or if you try and double cross me, I'll find you and erase you from this earth."
Carla smiled. "I'd expect no less from you, Ada. We have a deal." She held out her hand to seal the deal.
Ada shook her hand and picked up the tea she had set on the coffee table. Squeezing the bit of lemon into the tea, she chuckled a bit. "Now all I need to know is how you got in here."
"A magician never reveals her secrets," Carla teased, winking at Ada.
This actually got Ada to smile. Maybe working with Carla wouldn't be so bad after all.
Carla got up and started to walk away, but stopped. "Oh and by the way, I'll be crashing in your guest bedroom for a while. Sweet dreams, Ms. Wong."
Ada sat in stunned silence for a moment. When it finally hit her, she shot up.
"Who the fuck told you that you could sleep here!?" she shouted at Carla as she entered the guest bedroom.
Carla was already halfway undressed. "Too late, I'm staying. End of discussion." She turned to Ada. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get ready for bed, so I'd appreciate you leaving my room."
"Your room. Your room? Oh you may be crashing here, but this," she gestured all around her. "All of this is mine."
"Thanks for the room," Carla said as she pushed Ada out into the hallway.
"Dammit, I didn't say you could stay here!" There was no response from the other side.
Ada left in a huff, muttering about Carla being an "arrogant bitch." She went into the kitchen and poured out a glass of wine.
She let out a heavy sigh and took a long drink. What have I gotten myself into?
The wind gently tousled Ada's hair as she and Carla made their way over the outside wall of the facility. The journey there had been quiet, with Carla setting up the hacking protocols for their mission. Ada had wanted to know more about the other woman and what she was planning, but Carla was focused on preparation so Ada let her questions stew in her mind.
She's really thought this through, Ada thought as they silently slipped past the first security checkpoint. She looked over at Carla and marveled at what the woman was wearing. Here they were walking around outside in the middle of January and Carla was wearing an extremely revealing black dress. It had an open back and a slit up the side that was a bit too high for Ada's comfort. The only thing that looked remotely warm was the ridiculously long red scarf she was wearing. The boots were nice though.
"How the hell can you wear something like that in this weather?" she whispered as they reached a service door.
"I'm just not that affected by the cold. It's probably a side effect of the virus." Carla reached for her holo-cube. "I'll hack the door code."
Ada brushed the other woman aside. "No need. I can pick the lock easily. Just keep an eye out."
Carla smirked and shrugged. "Whatever you say." She let Ada begin working on the lock.
Ada rolled her eyes at the comment.
"By the way," Ada started off cautiously. "Why did you want me here on this mission anyway? It can't be that you think I'd do a better job than you would." She couldn't help a small chuckle. "You think far too much of yourself for that to be the reason."
"Well you see right through me, don't you?" Ada could hear the smile in the other woman's voice.
Carla continued. "Yes, there is a different reason for me bringing you here. If something goes wrong in the lab and the alarms are activated, the whole place goes into an automatic lockdown. All doors and windows are sealed, even the emergency exits. The lockdown can only be lifted after a two hour waiting period from outside of the complex." Carla sneered. "The bastards were really thorough."
"So if the shit hits the fan, you'll sacrifice me like a lamb to slaughter?"
"Basically."
Ada opened the door and the two slipped in. "Glad to know I'll be of help on your little adventure," she said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Carla smiled. "Oh come now, Ada. I'm sure you suspected as much."
"It's still insulting," Ada scoffed with a pout.
The two of them went through the service area and located a vent that led to the lab that held Jake's antibodies.
Carla motioned to the vent. "Age before beauty," she chimed with a mocking tone.
Ada rolled her eyes. "Ha ha. Very funny. Just give me a boost."
Carla chuckled and nodded. She interlaced her fingers so that she could lift Ada up to the grate. Ada set one foot in Carla's hands and placed her hands on the woman's shoulders.
"1, 2, 3."
Carla lifted Ada up effortlessly. On one hand, this surprised Ada. On the other hand, it was to be expected. After all, Carla was infected with the virus. Of course she would have above average strength. Ada opened the grate and climbed into the vent. Carla jumped and lifted herself up into the vent just after Ada.
They proceeded to crawl through the air ducts towards their destination. Both remained silent so as to not attract unwanted attention. Ada trusted Carla about as far as she could throw her, but despite herself, she was actually enjoying this mission. There weren't any B.O.W.'s to worry about, no genocidal megalomaniacs trying to kill her. Nothing but a few security guards and a couple pesky alarm systems. Not to mention she was actually starting to really like Carla. It was strange. This arrogant nutjob who only months ago nearly destroyed the world was beginning to grow on her.
I have to be careful though, she thought. I have no guarantee that she won't ditch me here or worse, cause another global disaster. I'll have to keep a close watch on her.
"Take a right, then it'll be the third grate on the left," Carla whispered.
Ada nodded and turned right. She counted the grates until she arrived at the third one.
"Alright, I'm replacing the security camera feed in 3…2…1."
Ada heard soft bleep noise from the holo-cube. She then took the rope out of her jacket and began winding one end around Carla.
"Look, I'm all for a little kinky foreplay," Carla whispered. "But I don't think this is the time."
"Don't flatter yourself," Ada scoffed in a hushed tone. "I need an anchor and there's nothing else in here to tie off on. Besides, I can't have you running off now, can I?"
Carla pouted, rolling her eyes. "Hmph, fine."
Ada tied several sailors' knots in the rope to both secure it and to keep Carla from being able to untie it.
"You have five minutes to retrieve the sample before the next round of security checks."
Ada nodded and opened the grate, throwing the rope down in front of her. She eased out of the opening and slid down the rope head first. A few feet above the floor, she flipped over and eased herself down. She took the rope and tied it to a door handle that was below the vent opening. It was more for peace of mind than actually securing Carla. She knew that if Carla was really determined to leave, the rope wouldn't be much of an obstacle. This was about trust. If Carla was to be trusted, she would have to stay tied up until Ada returned.
Turning her attention to a heavily armored door at the end of the hallway, Ada attended to the task at hand. Carla's hacking on the way in had provided the code for the door. At least that's what Ada hoped. It was completely possible that this was an elaborate setup. However, she was forced to trust the other woman just this once. She approached the door and punched in the code Carla had given her. It opened with a quiet click.
Before entering the room, she listened. No alarms, no sounds of anyone rushing to investigate. Ada exhaled, not having noticed that she had been holding her breath. Pushing the door open, she entered the laboratory. Carla's voice came in through her earpiece.
"Alright, it's sample number 85493 R-7. It will be in the refrigerated unit on your right."
Ada turned to her right, seeing a door marked "Cold Storage." She went to it and pushed open the heavy door, cool air washing over her. To keep the door from closing behind her, Ada propped the door open with a nearby box. She examined the numbers on the shelves, following the order until she arrived at a hard plastic container bearing the serial number Carla had provided. Sure enough, when she examined the label closely, it bore in small print below the numbers the name "Muller, Jake." There was also a large red stamp reading "classified contents," ensuring its authenticity even further. She opened the container to find several bags of blood, all bearing a label identical to the one on the outside of the container.
"I found it," Ada reported. "It looks like they bled that Muller boy dry to get as much of the antibodies as they could."
"Good. We can take a bag without anyone noticing. You have the insulated pack I asked you to bring?" Carla inquired.
"Of course," she replied, removing an insulated phanny pack from around her waist.
"Take the bag that is last in the order of numbers. If someone notices that it's missing, they're more likely to think it's just a numbering error," the younger woman instructed.
Ada followed the instructions, selecting the recommended bag of blood in the container. She placed it in the pack she had brought and secured the container before turning to leave.
"One minute, thirty seconds," Carla warned.
"I know."
Closing and locking the cold storage room, Ada retraced her steps back through the lab towards the door. She exited and closed the door behind her, hearing the locking mechanism click into place. Looking up, her heart stopped dead in her chest. The rope she had secured to a nearby door handle was missing and the grate had been replaced over the vent opening.
That conniving bitch!
She rushed to the vent, looking for a way to climb back up. Just then, she heard the sound of faint conversation coming from down an adjacent hallway. Panic gripped her. She was about to duck into the room next to her when a scraping noise from above caught her attention. Looking up, Ada saw Carla pop her head out of the vent.
"Miss me?" she whispered playfully.
"Just get me up before we get caught," Ada replied in a punitive whisper.
Carla nodded and leaned her whole upper body out of the vent, arms outstretched. Ada grabbed on as the younger woman lifted her up into the vent. She replaced the grate mere moments before the security guard rounded the corner. Both women held their breath as the guard passed by. The guard didn't seem to notice anything and proceeded along his route. Breathing a sigh of relief, the women noticed that the tight quarters of the vent had forced them to press tight against one another to fit inside. Ada cleared her throat and shuffled forward a bit to put some room between them.
"So where were you?" she asked the younger woman incredulously.
Carla rolled her eyes. "I was right here. I had to pull up your little rope because one of the lab workers was coming and I couldn't risk them seeing it and getting suspicious."
Ada nodded, understanding the threat that her leaving the rope in plain sight had posed.
"You ought to trust me more," Carla chided, patting Ada's cheek condescendingly.
Ada lightly smacked the woman's hand away. "Let's just get out of here."
Carla chuckled and led the way back out of the facility.
Back on the plane, Carla transferred the blood bag to a cooler for the ride back to Taiwan. She rejoined Ada in the cabin of the private jet, taking a seat in one of the luxurious leather chairs.
"This is quite a lovely jet you have here, Ada," Carla commented. One of the stewardesses approached and asked if she wanted anything to eat or drink.
Ada thought for a moment. "I'll have a glass of mont blanc, please."
The stewardess nodded and turned to Carla. "And you miss?"
"I'll have some pinot noir."
"Right away miss," the stewardess said. She bowed and headed to the back of the plane.
The next few moments ticked by in silence. It had been one of her easier missions, even with her little scare near the end of it. She supposed that Carla had made a change for the better. The only reason she had tried to destroy the world in the first place was because Simmons had used and deceived her. Had it not been for that tragic mistake, Carla would most likely have never posed anyone, let alone the world, a threat.
"So," Carla broke the silence. "When we get back home—"
Ada cut the woman off. "Woah, woah, wait a minute. We?"
Carla huffed, feigning embarrassment. "Oh goodness, in all my hurry I forgot to mention it. Silly me." Her tone was in complete opposition of her words. She just didn't want to tell Ada until she had gotten what she wanted. "I've spent the last few weeks establishing my new medical technology company in the five floors directly below your apartment. With your little safe house so close, it'd be the perfect place for me to move in."
Ada had a white knuckle grip on the arms of her chair. With great effort, she kept her face and voice calm. "So you're just barging in whether I give you my permission or not, huh?"
Carla smiled graciously as the stewardess returned with the wine they had asked for. "I'm so glad we have an understanding." Her voice was dripping with haughtiness and blatant arrogance. The stewardess poured the wine for each of them. Carla stopped the young woman by lightly touching her arm. "Thank you, dear. Oh, and you can leave the bottles."
The stewardess nodded and returned to the flight attendants' area. Ada sighed in defeat, taking a sip from her wineglass. After a moment, she chuckled to herself.
"What's so funny?" the younger woman inquired.
Ada motioned to their glasses. "Our wine."
Carla looked confused for a moment, then a knowing smile grew on her face. "Ah," she said, holding her own glass up. "Noir and blanc. Black and white." She giggled a bit, swirling the dark red liquid in her glass. "I suppose this says something about us, too." Her face fell a bit, a note of sadness, maybe reminiscence, came into her voice. "Different, and yet, the same."
"The same?" Ada questioned the similarity.
"Both are wines, which come from grapes. The same origin, but different results," the younger woman explained. She traced her finger around the rim of the glass, her eyes gazing to a place beyond Ada's vision.
"Only different by the intervention of another." Ada added. She knew that they were no longer talking about the wine, but themselves.
Carla let out a weak laugh. "I suppose so." She shook her head, as if to clear away some thought or memory. "Enough of that. Let's make a toast," she proposed, raising her glass. "To a new partnership."
Ada smirked, raising her own glass. "To a new partnership," she echoed, wondering if she'd regret this later. Carla smirked in return as they clinked their glasses together and drank their toast.
Well, Ada thought as she relaxed into her chair. This will certainly be interesting.
So that's the first chapter. I'll try to write as much as I can so you all won't have to wait. Farewell until then. ^-^