Disclaimer: I would like to let everyone know that I do not own Resident Evil. I also do not own Hellsing Ultimate (which is referenced, along with the abridged), nor do I own Dragon Ball Z (which, along with the abridged, is also referenced). Any and all recognizable characters are property of their rightful owners. I just like manipulating the characters for entertainment purposes. Me, own something? I own a pencil... No money is being made off of the fanfic, this is for the enjoyment of the readers. I had fun typing it up as well. *smiles*


It was storming outside.

Claire sighed as she sat in her seat on the bus, waiting for it to pull up the Police Station. She was meeting her brother so he could take her to get something to eat after his shift was done. There was nothing to eat in the house, yet again, as Chris hadn't given her any money to go grocery shopping. A particularly loud clap of thunder drew Claire's attention to the town outside of the bus, lightning flashed, lighting up the contours of her face. A small smile appeared on her lips, and she leaned her head against the cool glass.

She loved being out in a storm.

When the bus got close to her stop, she pulled the 'Stop Requested' cord, and slowly made her way to the doors. She murmured a quick 'thanks' to the driver, and stepped off the bus. The bus disappeared around the corner, and Claire raised her head, letting the rain fall over her. She laughed when she imagined how angry Chris would get when he saw her wet clothing.

She couldn't wait to see his face, twisted and colored with anger. She lived to push her older brother's buttons.

She took her time walking to the Station, loving the cool breeze that always accompanied storms in Raccoon City. By the time she arrived at the front doors, her clothes were weighted heavily with water. The receptionist, Alexis, looked up when she entered, and smirked, shaking her head. Claire walked forward, a grin on her face, and sat on the edge of the desk.

"I see you're looking to aggravate Mr. Redfield again?" Claire shrugged, putting on an innocent look as she gazed at Alexis.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Alex. I was just enjoying the beautiful weather we're having today." Alexis laughed, pushing Claire's back so she wouldn't be sitting on the desk anymore. She didn't want her paperwork getting ruined.

"Just go on back, they aren't in a meeting today, and Chris should be getting off in a couple seconds anyway." Claire nodded, smiling.

"You're the best, Alex." The receptionist smirked, tilting her head.

"You're damn right, I am!" She made a shooing motion in Claire's direction when Claire laughed. "Go before I change my mind."

Claire saluted her, turning to walk to where the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team's main room was. Her shoes squeaked on the polished stone floor from being out in the rain, and she grinned when she noticed the sound. She stopped outside the door, hearing her brother arguing with someone. The tone in his voice was bordering on rage, and she frowned, thinking about her options. His voice rose in volume, and she knocked on the door. His voice suddenly cut off, and the only sound there was inside the room was the sound of approaching footsteps. She tightened her ponytail and straightened her posture, waiting for the door to open.

When the door did open, her brother stood on the other side, his expression calming when he saw her. She sighed on the inside, knowing that she had to tread on thin ice, and wouldn't enjoy her brother's anger as much that day. She pushed that thought to the side, placing her most convincing innocent face on.

"Hey Christina, who lit the fuse on your tampon?" She walked past her brother, into the room, and sat on the edge of the first desk she came to. Jill sat in the chair behind the desk, suppressing a smile. Chris closed the door slowly, turning to face his sister just as slowly.

"Claire, what are you doing here?" Claire sighed.

"You let me see your schedule for today that you took a picture of with your phone. It showed, clear as day, that you were to get done at 6 p.m. today. Right now.." She looked down at her water-proof watch, a reminder of her habit to linger in the rain. "It is 6:02, and you're shouting at the top of your lungs, instead of taking me to Emmy's like you said you would. What has you so worked up, that you can't get angry at me for sitting out in the rain for ten minutes?" Claire crossed her legs, placing her hands on the edge of the desk.

"Ten minutes, Claire?"

"Yes, ten minutes, Jill."

An amused chuckle sounded throughout the room, and it almost sent chills down Claire's spine. She managed to hold them off. She looked to her right, looking towards the man who had laughed at her.

He was tall, about 6'3", with blonde hair that was slicked back with some gel. Shades covered his eyes, so Claire couldn't see their color. His features were angular and straight, making him look strict. A slight smirk had settled over his pale pink lips. She didn't dare look over the rest of him when he could clearly see her and where her gaze was resting.

"Are you the one who made Chris have a hissy fit? I'll have you know, as his younger sibling, that you are encroaching on my territory. I would like to kindly ask you to call off your troop movement and fall back to the border. Sincerely, Lady Claire of 'He is my brother, not yours' Land."

The man held up his hands, stepping back slightly.

"My apologies then, Lady Claire, for I have overstepped my bounds." Claire nodded, standing up from the desk, her back straightening, giving off an aura of pride.

"Your apology has been excepted, Mr.," Her voice trailed off, waiting for his response.

"Just Wesker, Milady."

"That's enough." Chris took Claire by the arm gently, leading her out of the room. "I'll be clocking out now, Captain." Wesker nodded, lowering his arms.

"Don't be late tomorrow, Redfield, and please keep your temper in check." Wesker turned to Claire. "Until next time, Lady Claire." He turned and walked to a door towards the back of the room.

Chris closed the door of the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha room, and let go of Claire's arm.

"What has you so riled up, Chris?" He shook his head, slipping an arm around her shoulders, noticing how drenched her clothes were.

"How long did you say you sat out in the rain?" His voice held that angry tone in it that made her smile inwardly.

"Not for very long, big brother. Just for ten minutes."

"It's only a two minute walk from the stop to the Station! What did you do, sit in the middle of the side walk, purposely getting soaked?" She shook her head.

"No, I took my time on the way here, taking in all the sights along the way." She smiled to herself when she heard him go on about how there were no sights to be seen on the walk there. Her mind raced, wondering what Chris could have been yelling about. She pushed it aside though, knowing that he had always had a problem with superiors.

"Chris, don't make this like the Air Force all over again. I don't want to have to move." He looked down at her, a resigned smile on his face.

"I'm sorry Claire-bear." He hadn't called her that for a few months, so she was silent for a few moments, allowing him to go on. "Captain Wesker and I don't see eye to eye. He gets under my skin."

"All higher ups get under your skin. You take things so personally, big brother. It's about the job, not you, okay? Now what happened?" He still shook his head. "It's not like I'm going to go running to him if you say bad words, Chris. I'm you sister, I want to know these things."

"He's an asshole." She took her arm from his as they reached his Jeep.

"I change my mind! I'm telling!" He grabbed her as she turned to run away, spinning her around in the air. Laughs escaped the siblings, disrupting the tension around them. Chris hugged his sister close, then opened her door for her.

"The usual at Emmy's then?" Claire beamed at him, nodded her head rapidly. He messed up her hair, dodging when she swiped at him, and went to the driver's side door. When he sat down and buckled up, Claire was assured that her hit would not miss, and she smacked him.

"Meanie face."

A seven minute car ride, and a sissy fight later, the pair arrived at Emmy's, immediately sliding into a booth. Claire looked at her brother for a few moments, before she chose her words.

"So, you and Valentine.. when are you gonna make that happen?" He looked up at her quickly, before placing the menu between them, trying to shield his blushing face from her view. "I'm guessing that means you haven't made your move yet. You might want to hurry that up.. and stop being a man whore, because that would help your case.. but no pressure." He glared at her over the menu.

"Thanks, sis." She smiled.

"No problem. And put the menu away, brother, you already know what you want. No use pretending to look anymore." He laughed, crumpling up a napkin and throwing it at her face. She batted it back at him, catching him on the shoulder. He clutched it, pretending to be in pain, letting out a fake groan. The waitress, having watched the entire thing, arrived, laughing.

"Would you like me to call you an ambulance, Redfield?" He looked up at her, a grin on his face.

"Yes. I'm losing blood quickly. I might faint." The waitress, named Miranda, giggled, placing her hand on his 'good' shoulder.

"I'll get right on that. Until then, what would you like to order? Can't have you go to the hospital on an empty stomach." Claire laughed.

"That is true." She looked at her brother. "Can you talk, or do you want me to order for you?" Chris held his throat, making choking noises. "Okay then. Well, he would like a glass of olive oil, to start off with. Then he would like an extra rare steak, burnt onions and rotting tomatoes on the side. And he would like sour milk for dessert."

Miranda laughed, writing his usual down. "The same for you, Claire?" Claire gave her an, 'are you kidding me?' look, before answering.

"No, I would like a glass of warm blood.. it has to be virgin blood, so that might take awhile.." Miranda laughed again, writing down root-beer. "Then I would like a baby lamb, freshly slaughtered, with a nice assortment of leaves, flowers and twigs.." Miranda wrote down her usual, glancing around at the rest of the customers' laughing faces. "And for dessert, the heart of a doe." Miranda wrote down carrot cake and vanilla ice cream.

"I'll be right back with your drinks." Chris rolled his eyes at Claire.

"She better bring me my Coke."

"I didn't know she was your drug dealer, Chris. I'll have to ask her to supply me as well." He sighed, smiling.

"What am I going to do with you?"

"Give me a 70 inch plasma wide screen television," He stared blankly at her. "With Netflix."

"No."

"Also, I'll be needing a new gun."

"I didn't realize you had a gun."

"And one for the Police Girl."

"I get the distinct feeling you really aren't listening to me. Also, I'm not a girl."

"Get that bitch a cannon. Bitches love cannons."

"Stop quoting 'Hellsing Ultimate Abridged' at me."

"Stop eating my food!"

"Stop quoting TFS at me. You're not King Kai." She grinned.

"I see you've been doing your homework. No one ever gets that reference, and they call themselves TFS fans." Chris laughed.

"You watch them over and over again, I'm going to learn it by heart sooner or later."

They kept talking and laughing while they waited for their food, just enjoying the time they got to spend together. With her being a college student and him having to work over-time most nights, they rarely got time to just enjoy each others company, and just be brother and sister.

The door to Emmy's opened again, but neither of them thought to care about that, still laughing at each other. They didn't care to look as the woman who had entered strode towards the back, but both looked up when the woman stopped next to their booth.

"Lady Claire, Lord Chris, do you mind if I enter you territory and have a meal with the both of you?" Jill smiled down at them, and instantly Claire kicked Chris under the table. He scooted over in the booth.

"No, permission has been granted, Lady Jill. Feel free to enter, we would love the company." She smiled, sliding in beside Chris. The waitress appeared to take Jill's order, and Claire winked at her brother. She laughed at the glare he aimed at her, and smiled at Miranda as she walked away.

"So, what have you been up to since attending college, Claire? Meet anyone special?" Claire nodded.

"Yep, and I've lost my virginity to that 'special anyone'." Chris glared at her.

"So, who's this 'special someone' that I have to kill?"

"You're Captain."

"That's not funny, Claire." She shrugged her shoulders.

"I thought it was, and I've been told that I have an amazing sense of humor." Jill laughed, and Chris looked at her like she betrayed him.

"Chris, you know she's joking. She's never met the Captain before. She didn't even know his name, and the same with him, though I'm sure he could have guessed from all of your rants that he overhears." Claire pointed at Jill, a plain look on her face.

"She's got a point, you know.."

"Stop quoting Harry Potter at me too." Claire threw her hands in the air.

"What am I supposed to do for entertainment then?! You're taking away all my possible options!" He laughed.

"Make up your own jokes."

"You wouldn't like it if I made up my own jokes, because they would all be about you." He looked at her, a disbelieving look on his face. "I have a lot of material to work with."

"Never mind." Claire nodded, a proud look on her face.

"You two are so fun to watch."


Later that night, Chris and Claire sat on their couch, watching TV.

"Do you like Jill?" Claire looked up at Chris, a smile on her face.

"Yes, and before you ask, I would approve if the two of you made me an aunt." He laughed, messing up her hair.

"I don't want kids right away." Claire looked up at him, a frown on her face. "Not because of you, Claire-bear." He hugged her, resting his head on top of her's. "I wouldn't trade you for anything." She cuddled into him, feeling like a little girl again, a smile on her face.

"I love you, Brother-bear."

"I love you too, Claire-bear."

Claire drifted off to sleep a few minutes later, and when the movie was over, Chris carried her up to her room.

He smiled at the memories that it brought back, and went to his own room after tucking her in.


A/N: I have to say, I'm pleased with how this chapter turned out. I hope you guys like it. If you could be so kind as to leave me a review, I would appreciated it, and get back to you as soon as possible. *smiles* I will get right to work on the next chapter, and post it when it is finished. Until then, go read some more, it's good for you.