Another one that I am moving over from dA. This one I'm not so sure about whether or not I will continue working on. This story can be read alongside Sacrifice Yourself, or separate.

Warnings for this story will be language, violence, and yaoi. (Did you really expect anything less from moi?)

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"Sherri, I have a task that requires your attention."

"Last time you said that, I had to feed a Tyrant. And the time before that I had to see how aggressive that mutated shark was. Go make someone else do it." Sherri was laying on her bunk, face down and looking half asleep.

"You are the only one I trust with this task, Ghost." Wesker said from the doorway.

"That's what you said when I had to go to the zoo and put a collar on that damn lion." Sherri snorted, not moving.

"I need you to procure something for me."

"Remember the crocodile incident in Africa?"

"I don't even know how you manged to find a crocodile, you weren't supposed to pass a river." Wesker sighed, mildly exasperated.

"Go do this task yourself." Sherri grumbled, still not moving from the bed.

Wesker stood over her and set a box down on the bed next to her head.

"I need you to procure Christopher Redfield for me, Ghost." Wesker told her.

Sherri sat up quickly. "No. Fucking. Way. Sir, I'm sorry, but they will kick my ass! All of them! Especially with Kennedy there now, and Jill back with them! I stayed with you after your supposed death, I fetched you out of that damn lava, don't think I have no loyalty to you, but...fuck. Don't do puppy dog eyes..." Sherri groaned and laid back. "How are you so good at that?"

Wesker smirked and said, "I learned from Chris."

"Of course. Sir...I'm sorry but..." Sherri sighed, looking at the actually honestly hopeful expression on her tyrant's face. "Fine. I will leave tonight." Sherri finally agreed.

She was caught of guard when Wesker actually hugged her.

"Hey...you aren't going to shoot me when I get him, are you?" Sherri mumbled into Wesker's hair.

"Hmm. No. I don't think so. We'll see." Wesker replied, pulling away.

"Wesker..." Sherri frowned, truly concerned for once.

"No, I won't. Now go get my love." Wesker tugged her to get off the bed and she sighed and stood up.

"Bastard better not kill me." Is all Wesker heard as she left.

Wesker contemplated whether or not he would actually kill her when she returned with Chris.

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It took Sherri exactly 2 hours, 24 minutes (including the helicopter ride to get to the city Chris was staying in) to locate Chris. It took her another 2 hours to find Chris. He was at a local bar with all his friends and by this point, she didn't think any of them were sober enough to even know their own names. She smirked.

"Ah, Christopher, you make my job so much easier." She purred and walked up to the bar where Chris and that blonde agent were sitting. She walked up and ordered a drink from the bartender, getting whatever Chris was having. She slipped a capsule into it and laughed softly to herself. Then she sat next to the two men and offered the drink to Chris, who happily accepted and downed the whole drink in one go.

Oh Chris, she thought to herself, I miss this side of you.

BAM! Sherri gasped as she went sprawling across the floor, hand to her bloody lip. As it turned out, Chris was NOT as drunk as she thought, and neither was Kennedy.

"Damn." Sherri sighed casually as Leon lifted her up to her feet, punching her again. She slumped in his grasp and grimaced as Chris caught her in a full nelson chokehold. This is why I should run when Wesker asks me to do something!She choked as the oxygen left her lungs and saw Chris's other team members surrounding them. She kicked out at Kennedy but that only put more pressure on her throat as Chris became the only thing holding her up. He threw Sherri into the bar and she groaned and slumped to the ground, head pounding. The edge of the bar clipped her temple and her skull had erupted with blinding pain. Why weren't the pill kicking in yet?!

Right on cue, Chris stumbled, a hand to his head.

There we go.

"Chris?" Leon asked, holding out a hand to steady the brunette.

"I...I feel...dizzy..." Chris murmured, darkness closing in around him.

Of course, dumb ass. I drugged you!

"CHRIS?!" Claire and Jill gasped as he fell to his knees, the world spinning.

Sherri smirked and stood up, holding her head. "Check..."

Chris fell forward, eyes rolling into the back of his head and unconciousness pulled him into its dark clutches.

"Mate!" Sherri lunged, slamming her palm upward into Kennedy's jaw. He stumbled backwards as Sherri aimed a roundhouse kick at Jill's head. She was very well aware of the fact that if they hadn't been buzzed, they would have easily taken her down since her head was pounding with each movement. Sherri actually stumbled when her heel came in contact with Jill's skull and she bootkicked Claire in the chest. Sherri stepped backwards, tripping as light exploded behind her eyes. Something was wrong, the hit shouldn't have hurt her THAT much. She wondered if the nanos she had within her body were on the fritz and knew she had to get back to Wesker soon, if only for another dose of the virus. She slowly lifted Chris up, careful not to hit his head on something. Wesker didn't care if Sherri was beaten half to death, just don't even DARE to hurt his new pet. She would never hear the end of it.

Sherri made her way, shambling almost, back to the woods where she had parked the chopper, tied Chris's hands to a shelf in the back and then picked up her radio.

"Wesker, I got him..." Sherri mumbled.

"Very good." Wesker purred.

"Wesker, my head hurts..." Sherri slurred.

"Bring him back when you are capable of flying. I want to play with him as soon as possible." Wesker said. "So be back by morning."

"Yes sir..." Sherri began searching her packs for Vicodin or some form of relief.

"And Sherri...if you crash, I will hunt you down and kill you myself." Wesker growled. "Be here by morning." Or I may kill you anyway, that's what he didn't add.

"Yes, sir." Sherri said, finally finding and swallowing the pills. Maybe her time was up. What had she expected? Wesker had used everyone else...she was no different.

Sherri gasped suddenly as another sharp pain shot through her skull and she collapsed. Remembering something just before the darkness overtook her.

When she had first joined Wesker, he had used headaches to control her. But why...

The darkness took her then and she prayed she would wake up within 4 hours.

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