AN: I don't know know how long I'm going to make this. It just depends on how far it'll go. This is my first time writing fanfiction so I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not, never have, and never will own Resident Evil.
There's a First Time for Everything
The morning sun's rays flashed through the window on to a neatly organized desk. There at the desk sat a blonde man tediously filing paperwork, making sure everything is as it should be. "Hmm. That's odd." The blonde man shuffled through his desk looking for what it was that he couldn't seem to be able to locate. "I could have sworn I left it here." The man sat there contemplating as to the whereabouts of his lost property. Before he even had much time to think a young brunette man walked casually up to his desk. "Ah, Chris. Have you seen my-" "Your pencil? I have it. I Kind of needed it for a second." Chris shyly handed his pencil over to the blonde trying his hardest not to make eye contact. The blonde quickly took it from his hand and sat it were it belonged. "What did I say about taking my things Christopher?" Chris looked up to him with an apologetic look. "I know, I should have asked first. I figured that it's just a pencil so I didn't think it would be a big deal." The blonde stared back it him coolly without as much as a muscle movement. "Fine, just go for now. I don't feel like scolding you. " The man motioned for Chris to leave as he turned back to his paper work. "Uh… okay then. I understand Captain Wesker." Chris walked away slowly to the door but before he left he turned back for a moment for one last glimpse of his Captain.
Chris slowly walked down the police station hallway completely lost in thought. "I hate talking to Wesker. Every time he talks to me he acts like I'm a waste of his time. Hmph! Why should I even care? It doesn't matter what he thinks of me!" Chris scoffed to himself and continued his way through the police station, still thinking to himself. Even though he acted like he didn't care what Wesker thought, he knew that wasn't true. At every chance he could he always tried to impress him but to no avail. To Chris it seemed like he would never be worthy in Wesker's eyes, and for some reason that thought struck him deep. Chris shook off the thought and decided to not think about it the rest of the day and continued onto his daily work regiment.
"That Chris." Wesker mumbled to himself as he filed his finished paper work. "I hate having to act like the bad guy, but Chris has the knack for getting on my bad side. He acts like a child who wants attention."Wesker smirked at the conversation he was having with himself. It wasn't like him to dwell on matters such as this, but there is always first time for everything. Wesker sat down at his desk wondering if he should apologize for what he did earlier. He'd been hard on Chris lately and he had over reacted over such a petty matter like a pencil. He just shook the thought from his head instead. They were co-workers, not friends. There was a time and a place for everything and work was not it. Wesker chuckled lightly to himself. Who knew he'd ever sit and worry about what Chris thought of him?
Today had been another semi-stressful day at the R.P.D. Station for Chris. First of all he had to deal with Wesker first thing in the morning, and then he somewhat strained his wrist training before lunch. At least he didn't have to deal with a high stress situation like the armed robbery hostage situation last week. Being half conscious from his train of thought, Chris didn't realized Jill had been trying to speak with for the past five minutes. "Hello? Anyone there? Yoo hoo!" Snapping out of his dazed Chris gave her a half smile trying to make up for his lack of communication. "Finally! I've been trying to get your attention!" Chris blushed shyly not know what to say. "Uh…sorry Jill. I was just…thinking. " "Actually that's what I wanted to talk to you about. You seem out of it today. Is something wrong?" Jill stared intently at Chris waiting for a reply. Chris stared around for a moment waiting for an excuse to pop up into brain but nothing came. He broke down and decided that he might as well tell her the truth. She was his best friend after all. "Okay I'll tell you, but you have to promise to keep it a secret. Okay? " Jill's eyes light up with excitement and she immediately nodded with approval. "Okay…well lately…I've been feeling kind of bummed out. Mostly because of well…I feel like Captain Wesker doesn't really appreciate me or is even proud of anything I accomplish. I feel like he doesn't even care." Chris looked at Jill with a forlorn expression. Jill put her hand on Chris's shoulder hoping it would comfort her friend. "Chris, Wesker does appreciate you and your hard work. He just doesn't directly express it to you." Jill paused for a moment, but seeing how Chris had anticipation in his eyes hoping she would tell him something he wanted to hear, she continued. "I probably shouldn't tell you this but…since it's probably helpful for you to know I'll tell you. The other night I stayed late to finish up some leftover work. I walked past Captain Wesker's office and I noticed he was still there. I know I shouldn't have but I peered in anyways. He was talking to himself about the performance reviews of the S.T.A.R.S. members and he was saying that out of all the members he thought you were his finest. He also said that if he left he'd leave S.T.A.R.S. in your hands." Chris stared at Jill for a moment, he felt legitimately shocked. Why would Wesker say anything like that? He would never say such a thing. Jill must be lying to make him feel better. His expression changed from that of a surprised one to an aggravated one. "Oh really? And I suppose he also said that his true identity is Colonel Sanders and that he's going to bring forth an army fried chicken zombies and take over the whole world." "Chris I'm being serious! You don't have to act like this!" Chris just ignored her last comment and walked off waving to her good bye and heading to gather his things and leave for the night. "God, I swear sometimes Chris is so stubborn. Let's just hope nothing bad happens. "
Wesker Gathered up the last of his things and was ready to go. He just wanted to go home and relax. Wesker turned off the light to his office and as soon as he turned around he smacked right into someone else. The other person was completely knocked down while Wesker stumbled, nearly falling himself. "Oh! Are you quite alright?" Wesker reached out his hand noticing it was Chris. Instead of accepting his gesture Chris just glared back at him, getting up himself. Chris started walking past his captain but before he could Wesker grabbed a hold over his wrist. "What's your problem Chris?" Chris continued to glare at him and instead wretched his hand away. "Look if it's about earlier then-" "This isn't just about earlier! It's about all the other times as well! You always look down on me and never appreciate anything I do! You're a cold and emotionless person and you never care about anyone but yourself! I don't know why I ever looked up to you! " As soon as he said that his heart sank. What had he done? Wesker was surely going to be pissed beyond all recognition. Instead he saw something he thought he'd never see, he saw is captain become sad. "Is that… really what you think off me Chris?" Wesker stared at the ground for a moment and started to walk off, not waiting for a reply. "Wesker wait! I didn't mean it!" "Then why did you say it? Just leave me alone. I don't feel like talking to you right now." Wesker stormed leaving Chris by himself and his jumbled emotions.
Jill had just put her jacket on and was headed for the parking lot when she caught something from the corner of her eye. It was Captain Wesker. Before she could say hi he moved past her without even as much as an acknowledgement. She stared at him for a moment before coming to a realization. "What the hell did Chris do?"