Sitting in his new office was bittersweet. It was only sweet because the BSAA had recognized him for accomplishing something that was seemingly impossible. For eleven years a monster pretty much ruled all life on planet Earth, and if he chose, could end it. For eleven years Chris Redfield had tried to tell himself that there was a way that he could save the man he loved so much. The part that stung the most was knowing that Albert Wesker did it all for him and that even though that was the case, Chris had pulled the trigger on the rocket launcher that ended Wesker's reign of terror.

"Oh, my Chris." Albert squeezed him tight under the blankets. He kissed the top of his head and rubbed his back, "Time heals all wounds, dear, do not fret."

Chris cried into the chest of his lover, "I know. It's just hard." He took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

"Look at me, dear." Chris did as he was told and looked up into Albert's eyes, "You must not be sad. I may not have known your aunt, but if she is a Redfield then I am certain she would want you celebrate the life she had." Albert wiped a tear from the younger man's face.

Chris sighed and closed his eyes. He pulled Albert into him, "I love you." That was the first time the words had ever been spoken between the couple.

It was hard for Chris not to think about the man Wesker used to be, even though that was over ten years ago. The sound of a tear hitting the paper snapped him back to reality, but not before he let the rest of the memory play out.

Albert gave a hum of happiness. Chris was the only one that could've deciphered the emotion behind every action the blonde had made, "And I love you." Chris pulled away to look at him. Albert's eyes were soft and he had a smile on his face.

Chris wiped his eyes and opened the small drawer on the left side of his desk. He kept a picture of the two of them with him. He took the picture the morning after. The two of them were lying together on the couch and Chris snuck the camera up as he got Albert to smile. Chris began to cry again when thought of the day the Tyrant killed the love of his life. "That's when we were over." He whispered to himself. And as much as it hurt, it was true. The virus took over Wesker's mind and memories and used them to hurt Chris.

There was a knock on the door and the soldier quickly composed himself, "Yeah?" The door opened and it turned out to be one out of the three people he could deal with: Jill.

She knew exactly what was wrong and not because she saw the picture in his hands, but because of the look in his eyes. "Come here." She opened her arms and stepped toward the man. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him tight, "I know you loved him. And I know he loved you. I never told you about it, but he really loved you. He came to me whenever you guys were in a fight or when he thought you guys were going to be over. He knew I knew about your relationship." She let go of him and pulled up a chair, "Wesk- uh, Albert brought the question of engagement up to me once."

There was a time when calling Chris's ex-boyfriend by his first name was alright, and as it turned out calling him Albert was reference to his time with Chris. Any time beyond that was what made everyone call him Wesker.

"What?" Chris couldn't help but smile. Thinking of such a serious man that was totally devoted to his work getting tied down almost made him laugh, "Seriously?"

Jill nodded her head, "Yeah, just once though. I told him to go for it."

"Well, thanks for that. Your really are a great friend." Chris gave his best friend and former partner a sad smile. Then Jill pulled something out of her vest. It was envelope. She held it out to Chris. "What is this?" He asked in fear. The paper was slightly yellowed so he knew whatever it was, was old.

He took it from her hand as the lock-pick opened her mouth, "It's something that I never wanted to give to you." She took Chris's free hand, "At one point when the P30 doses were small enough for me to know what was going on, but not break free from the control. Wesker taught me to administer his injections when Excella wasn't around." She squeezed his hand and looked up at him, "I figured out that the first injection actually shut off the effects of the virus. Chris, he told me to wait until the Progenitor Virus in his blood was so unstable that the second round had to be given. While I waited, he wrote a letter to you." The brunette stood up, "If you need me I'll be in the gun-range, alright?" She gave the man a kiss on the cheek and left.

Knowing that it was something from Albert made it even harder to open. His fingers felt like they had turned to stone. The man who knew no fear was suddenly terrified by what could be written on this sheet of paper, but he indeed opened the envelope.

My Chris,

I write to you because I am already gone. My hope was to develop a serum that could overcome the virus's hold on me, but I have failed. I have failed you my dear. Christopher, know that no matter what was said after the mansion incident was a lie. I was able to hear the virus speaking with my voice. I did love you. I still love you.

But all good things must end my dear and if you are reading this letter, then my life has ended. My last order to Miss Valentine was to make sure you got this letter.

My Chris, I wish that you do not mourn me for time heals all wounds, you know this best. My dear, I wish that you find love again with someone that will not leave your side. Be with someone better than I was. Be with someone who will let you explore all that life has to offer because you deserve it most.

Finally my Christopher, I would like to thank you. Thank you for the love you showed me and for never giving up on trying to bring me back. I will always love you.

With all my heart,

Albert

p.s. Keep smiling.

The tears burned in the man's eyes as he read the words on the paper. He could not hold back any longer and broke down upon reading the post script. Albert always told him to keep smiling. Especially when things got tough around the office and he would have a bad day. Albert enjoyed seeing the man smile. The paper smelled of his cologne too. It was all too much. Chris folded the paper and returned it to the envelope.

He picked up what he needed and headed out the door. He didn't care who saw his tears, he just needed to be away, alone. He pushed the door open and walked out into the sunlight. It was the end of August and the sun still showed no sign of letting up. The Georgia sun hit Chris's face as kept walking toward the parking lot. 'I just need to make it home.' He thought to himself, 'I just need to make it home.'

Author's Note: Hey guys, just wanted to force upon you a new story. I was going to write a ChrisxWesker fic, but also wanted a ChrisxPiers story. So, I'm sort of mashing them together. Don't worry, the following chapter will be much longer from now on.