I needed to start something new to get back into the swing of school. I'll also be showing a little bit of the brighter side of Wesker in the beginning. So, enjoy! (I did)

"Kendra Matthews."

"Present, sir." The young trainee studied Marcus' face; he was obviously over worked. Sunken eyes, dark circles, the "Yes, I will bite if you come close enough" look on his face. The whole deal.

Marcus continued, "Albert Wesker." as he stood, the blonde(ish) next to him stuck his foot out.

Wesker stumbled, but recovered quite well, "Present, sir."

"William Birkin." the one that put his foot out smiled as he stood, "Present, sir."

He called out more names, none of them which Kendra really took note of, except for the girls she was to room with. Olivia Johnson, and a couple more that she didn't get because she was trying to figure out Birkin. He looks like he's only fifteen…that's amazing…

Kendra had just turned eighteen, and wasn't quite sure why she was even there. Yes, she skipped way too many grades in school, and her parents were filthy rich with close ties to Umbrella, but she didn't really care about Umbrella.

Guess I was the perfect prototype for one of their employees. She thought as soon as she'd entered the training facility. Unlike Kendra, Wesker and Birkin seemed serious about this.

After the first couple of days, none of the trainees really saw Marcus a lot, considering the fact that he was supposed to be teaching them. Spencer was mostly around instead.

After a brutal day, Kendra got a call from a friend - who was, of course super close to Umbrella - she'd said she was having a "little" party. Kendra figured that there would obviously be tons of people there. Which was no biggie…if they were regular people…and these weren't regular people. Her parents could be there, or maybe even someone from the Training Facility. Regardless, she agreed to go. Assuming she could sneak out for a night.

The place was starting to take a toll on her sanity, anyways.

"How's everything going so far, sweetheart?" was the first thing Kendra's father said to her when she arrived.

I want to kill myself, how about you?

"Good," she lied "The whole place has a really weird feeling to it, though."

"Oh, you'll get use to it."

"Yeah… Well, I gotta go. I'll talk you later."

She was happy to get away from him, and decided to find Angela - the friend who invited her to this hell - to get something else on her mind.

"Kendra!?" she heard someone scream from the back and turned around to see Angela psychotically waving at her.

"Hey, I haven't see you in a long time."

"I'm so sorry."

"For what?"

"Inviting your parents. Well, your dad was the only one that came. Your mom was busy."

"Thank god… Anyways, It's fine as long as he keeps his distance. I don't want to deal with people tonight."

"I know the feeling…"

"Can you do me a favor real quick?" she nodded her head to the bar and gave Angela a hopeful look.

"Fine. Just one."

When Angela returned and gave Kendra her drink, she asked the most dreaded question, "How are the guys treating you?" Every time she saw this woman, she'd try and set her up with someone. She was sick of it.

"Actually, I came here with someone."

"Really?"

"I'll be right back."

Kendra disappeared into the crowd for a minute, pulled out somebody, and while they were walking to Angela, she leaned over to the scared looking guy, "I know this is weird and I'm a complete stranger, but could you be my fake boyfriend for five minutes?"

Before he had a chance to say anything, Angela was in front of them. Kendra smiled as they talked, and felt relieved that he didn't freak out.

"Well it was nice meeting you." Angela averted her attention away from him, "See you around, K." As soon as she left, Kendra turned to him, "Thanks, you just saved my life there. Oh, I didn't get your name. I'm Kendra Matthews."

I've heard that name before... Where, though? I don't have anything else to do…I'll bite. He thought as he outstretched his hand to her, "Please, call me Wesker."

Huh? I've heard that before. Oh, he's that guy that was with that other guy at the Training Facility! The one who got tripped up. Or is he the one who tripped someone? Whatever.

"Really? That sounds familiar. Are you by any chance a trainee?"

"I happen to be. You also?"

I was right. Hey, maybe this whole forced-into-being-an-Umbrella-scientist thing won't be so bad. After all, this guy looks…promising. Or something. Kendra thought as she snuck a 'Well, I really don't want to be here, but y'know what? I'm thinking about staying for a little while so we can talk' smile and nodded her head.

Just when he was about to say something back, a guy came up from behind him and slung his arm around Wesker's shoulders and started slurring something fierce. Kendra looked around for a while before Slurring Guy noticed her, "Hi. I'm William...uh, William..."

"Birkin." Wesker reminded him.

"Right! Birkin. William Birkin."

Okay, that's the one that tripped him. Note to self: never mention that's how I remember them both.

Wesker shook him off of his shoulders, "He's been frustrated with his work, and I'm assuming that instead of sitting in the lab all day, he decided to take up drinking. Illegally, I regret to add."

She resisted a little laugh as she held her drink behind her back. Me too, only I don't really have a logical reason to...

"I barely got out tonight, so I think I should be heading back by now." Since it was the only drink she would have, Kendra didn't mind taking the last sips in front of him. "I suggest the same for you and your...friend here, too." she smiled at him as she walked away.

"Who's that?!" Birkin barely said before he passed out right then and there.

How am I going to get both this fool and myself back?