His fingers traced my chest the coarse feeling of worn skin against mine. The sunlight was hitting his cheek through the blinds of the window and it made his eyes twinkle a little.

It was impeccable.

"Good morning, solider." He kissed my cheek unhurriedly, his breath warm, and savoring every second.

I pulled my hand over to the back of his head and caressed it closer, his soft messy hair working its way between my fingers and soft on my palms. "Good morning, Captain." My face smiled a little, my eyes felt relaxed and nearly fell back closed. It made him laugh and he stroked my cheek a little giving it another small kiss.

He raised his face from the kiss and gave me the same warm smile.

His voice was soft and easy, it was enchanting and slow. "You know, Piers, I love-"

The house began to shake and before I knew it a large wave of ocean water had crashed through the window and ripped him off of me.

I was now on a shore and everything was gone, the bed, Chris, and my blissful happiness.

It had only been a dream...or heaven.

I lifted myself up with my arms, the sand scratched at my skin. I examined my body, my arm was still mutated. It made me feel sick, or maybe it was the salt water. I started to throw up.

"I was waiting for you to wake; I couldn't tell if you were dead or unconscious." A familiar female voice said behind me.

I turned myself as I wiped the salty vomit with my arm off my mouth.

A graceful figure had stood before me, black silk hair, crimson clothing, and pale slick skin.

Ada Wong was before me.

"Ada!" I yelled.

She shook her head and clapped her hands slowly at me. "You can talk!" She smiled, her eyes kept lowered.

I was starting to remember everything now, China, her killing our men, Chris, the mission, losing my arm and so on. It all came in one big heap. I threw up again.

"Well, that's a good sign." She smirked. "Get the sea water out of you."

"Why are you here?" I caught my breath and wiped my mouth again, crotched over looking at her.

"I saved you, silly boy."

"You what?"

Why would she save me? She killed many of our men...yet spared me?

"I saw you floating and dragged you out, then gave you CPR until you started to breathe again, you were half dead when I saw you."

"Why? You killed Marco and Finn and so many others..." My head drifted to the faces of soldiers who were screaming for help as they became cocoons that would break Chris's heart.

"That was Carla, me and you never met, dear."

"Carla?"

"I was cloned by Simmons."

"So you have an evil clone?" It didn't sound so true, don't we all joke and say we have an evil clone?

"I can promise you I do, if I did that to your men why would I care to rescue you?" She shook her head.

"Good point." I still was unsure, but I kind of believed her, there was something quite different about her even though the other woman mimicked her behavior pretty well.

"If we never met, why did you save me?" I began again.

"Well, when I passed you, I saw the side of you without...the arm...and wondered if you were alive for you looked familiar, I grabbed you and recognized your face, you are Piers Nivans...a BSAA lieutenant, right?"

"That's right, but if we never met how you would know it's me?"

She gave a laugh. "I do my research."

I felt weak. I moved away from the pile of vomit and sat down calming my breath. I started to examine the infected arm again, I wasn't so sure that I was glad to be alive. I wanted to see Chris and go back to the BSAA, yet, like this I would only become little pieces inside test tubes.

I would only be seen as a monster.

"You know, I can help you." She said as I examined my arm.

"Huh?" I looked up at her.

"I can somewhat cure you."

"Somewhat?"

"The vaccine doesn't work all the way, but enough to get rid of that arm."

I scratched my head. I wasn't sure what that meant but it seemed like I had no choice at this point.

"Okay." I finally answered.

She walked over. It was funny how even on a damp sand shore she could walk so smooth with a sway of her hips and a delicate smile. She held out her hand and helped me up.

"Just turn around." She twirled her finger gesturing I do.

I thoughtlessly obeyed and before I knew it I felt an impact of force smacking me in the head.

We were sitting on the porch now, me and Chris. He was sipping dark coffee out of a mug as my head rested on his shoulder.

"Don't worry, alright, Piers, you'll be fine." He looked upset, I wasn't sure why.

I nuzzled my head more into his large shoulder.

"You promise, Captain?" I whimpered to him.

"I do, with all of my old heart." He gave me an uneasy smirk.

I closed my eyes smiling; it was so nice being with him.

I then opened then laying on a metal bed.

Another heavenly dream had been broken into somewhere I didn't want to be.

My head ached as I gave a look around the room. It was dim mostly, everything looked like it was made of some kind of metal, and it was very cold.

"Rise and shine, pretty boy" Ada walked in smiling with a needle in her hand.

"What the fuck...?" That was all that could escape my lips.

"I couldn't have anyone know, especially a former member of the BSAA, where this lab is."

I laid my head back down, she was right.

"Is that the cure?" I hoped.

"Yes." She nodded as she adjusted rubber gloves she had on. "I need you to sit very still."

I nodded and straightened my body alignment.

She grabbed my regular arm and started to draw blood from me.

"What are you doing?" I began to panic, was she lying to me this whole time?

"I need your blood, just think of it as an exchange. You are the only person I have met with the double helix to keep control."

"What would you do with my blood?"

"Do you know with those chromosomes of yours, we could probably make a mental cure?"

I guess she was right in some ways.

Another needle poked at my infected skin and I could feel the cold liquid entering my body, it made me shiver a little.

"Now that should be healed within a day, then I'll take you...home."

I smiled. "Only one day?"

"Well, I only said somewhat cured."

"What do you mean?" I sat up, it mustn't have been that long since we were at the beach, I was still covered in sand and had the same torn apart uniform on.

"Well, you will be physically cured, when your skin heals back to human you may bleed a lot and have open wounds that will cause scarring. Yet, you won't be so mentally cured, but that shouldn't be a problem with the well control you have."

I was chewing at on my cheek from the inside of my mouth. I hope I really do have that well of control.

"Alright let's get you a shower pretty boy, you smell like fish."