I hope everyone likes this Fic~ Been really loving JakexSherry c:

Prologue

'Its been six months. Six months since we've saved the world. Yet, there is still so much left to fix.'

A lone, tall, figure stood in the darkened room. He held a red apple in his hand as he hummed a small tune to break the quiet atmosphere. The tune was a familiar song to him. He often found himself humming or whistling it when he was bored or deep in thought. Taking a bite from the apple, the young man felt his pants pocket vibrate as the cell went off. His brow rose as he dug into his pocket and pulled out the phone.

Jake, I completed my job in Moscow,
Sherry.

He smirked. Ah yes, this man was Jake Muller. The man who helped save the world. Son of the man who tried to destroy it. Known by many titles, Merc, hothead, freak, hero, friend, he really didn't have much of an opinion of these, then again he only took into consideration a few people's opinions of him. Sherry was one of these people.
Sherry was someone he considered important. She was his friend, the person who saved him; however, he knew Sherry didn't grasp the full concept of when he told her thank you. Sherry was someone who had done much more than save his life. She had saved his very soul.
Sherry Birkin. A very unusual young woman. No challenge was too much for her, she never gave up and never gave in. Because of her, Jake was able to survive and even help save the world.
Sherry Birkin shared a common understanding with Jake. They both understood the burden their parents' lineage brought upon their lives; however, they shared much more than just similar pasts and burdens. They could depend on one another, and they both knew one would protect the other no matter what.
Hearing a knock at the door, Jake quickly texted his response.

I'm not too far from Moscow.
Maybe I'll drop by and see you Super Girl
Jake

Standing up, he shoved the phone back into his pocket. The knocking persisted as Jake reached for his gun, "Hold on will you? I'm coming."
He grumbled to himself as he cracked the door open. He held the gun to his side out of view, "oh its you."
Calming down a bit, Jake stared at the boy outside his doorway. He was dressed in an assortment of warm clothing, but then again they were in Russia during winter. Slipping the gun into the holster, Jake moved to the side letting the boy inside, "I know where they'll be meeting."
The young boy continued speaking in Russian as Jake listened, "hm, alright. Thanks"
Getting the memory stick with the information on it, he patted the kid on the head as he pulled out a few bills to give him, "here's your payment~"
The kid seemed a bit surprised, but Jake just gave a small smirk, "Hey, fair is fair kid."
Motioning to the door, Jake watched the kid leave with the money in hand. He quickly moved to close the door. As the door shut and was locked, Jake glanced at the memory stick in his hand. For the past month, Jake had been tracking the source of some recent BOW attacks in Asia. He was hoping to be able to put a stop to it. Luckily, the group he was hunting down was small enough to stay off the BSAA's radar. Jake definitely didn't want to run into those jarheads again.
He found himself frowning at the thought of that Chris Redfield guy. The man who killed his father. Quite honestly, Jake didn't know what to think about it. He knew for a fact his father was a bastard of a man, yet he found himself to be angry at Chris.
Jake quickly shrugged it off and returned to the current situation, "Time to find out where my new friends will be~"
He pulled out his cell and plugged the memory stick into it. Uploading the information, he scrolled through scanning the words, "hm St Petersburg."
Closing his phone, Jake scratched his shaved dirty blond head. He checked the watch on his wrist and rolled his eyes at the time. It would be a while before he would head out towards St Petersburg. Jake was a good eight hours away from the city.
Sitting on the bed, Jake relax as he closed his eyes. He awaited for sleep to take him, but the cell vibrated in his pocket. Knowing who exactly it was, Jake couldn't help but get a small smirk as he pulled out the phone and read the text.

Really? That would be great. It would be nice to see you again.
It feels like forever since we've spoken to each other.
I'll be in Moscow for the rest of the week.
Sherry

Jake stared at the text for a while. The smirk he once had started to fade as he continued to read the text over and over again. The young man really had wanted to see her these past few months, but he felt it was...wrong. There was so much he had to do. He had to redeem himself. He had to help the world that his flesh and blood had tried so hard to crush. Some might say Jake owed the world nothing; though, he felt completely different about the subject. He felt like he owed it to those his father hurt. He owed it to Sherry. Learning so much from her example, Jake changed his selfish ways.
Sighing to himself, Jake put the phone on the table next to the bed. He didn't bother to text back. The young man turned over and placed his head on the pillow. He needed some rest. It would be a long day tomorrow.