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Chapter One: Cold Sweat

'You've been acting weird since you came home last night.' - Sherry Birkin

Muller's Residence

It was early in the morning when Sherry Birkin had just arrived home in Leon's car - He was with her team when they had to stay overnight at the office and Leon actually offered to drive her home. Hunnigan had give her a day off since they had just got the problem sorted out in a night. The sky wasn't completely brighten yet with only hints of light blue on her vision and orange-pinkish hue on the far end from where the sun began to rise.

"Thanks for the ride, Leon." She said as she unbuckled her seatbelt and reached for her bag from her lap. The older male nodded slightly and unlocked the car for her, "No problem. Say hi to Jake from me." Waving back to the driver, Sherry watched as the car skidded away from the walkway. 'Finally, a day off', she thought. She groped around her handbag for the keys and turned the porch light off.

The whole house was just as dimly litted as she had left it the last time so she assumed that Jake wasn't home yet. As she removed the scarf from her neck, she eyed over to the drying rack at the kitchen. There were no dishes and this further encouraged Sherry that Jake hadn't return from his mission yet. Odd, she thought, he was supposed to be back by now.

First thing first, it's time for a shower to freshen up after a long night. She headed straight to the bedroom as that was where the wardrobe was installed. She would text Jake later, she reckoned. As she opened the door, she almost yelped.

Jake Muller was twitching on his bed, twisting and turning uncomfortably. Although the rain had been subsided and the room had been cooled down, Jake's forehead was covered in a shiny sheen of sweat. He wasn't having a good night sleep that's for sure. Not with his fist curled into a ball and his eyebrows were narrowed. His breathing was ragged as his mouth draped open slightly, gasping for air.

Sherry had forgotten her intentions as she jumped to the bed next to his sleeping body. "Jake!" She shook him on the arms, willing him to wake up. She tried again and she stopped as Jake snapped his eyes open and shot up from the mattress. He panted several times before becoming fully aware of his surroundings.

"Sherry?" It was almost inaudible. She threw her arms around his sweat coated shoulders to comfort him and partly because she missed her husband, "Nightmares?" She asked.

Jake responded by pulling her closer to his bare chest as he tried to recall his last night. Honestly, he couldn't remember anything at all. Nothing. Just pitch-black. Dreams were so easy to understand yet so easy to forget.

"Maybe." He replied half-heartedly. As she pulled away, she looked up to him and murmured, "Wanna talk about it?"

"It's fine..." He lied, "Just a dream. I'll get over it soon. You just came back?" He tried to changed the topic.

She nodded before kissing him on the nose, "Mmhmm. Director just gave me a day off and Leon drives me home. I thought you still hadn't at home yet when I returned."

"Nah, I just came back last night. Tired as hell, so I went to bed early. Course' I take a shower beforehand." He reminded, "But it seems I need to take another one."

Sherry giggled as she dragged the wet sheets away from his feet and headed over to the closet. Jake had just landed his feet to the cold morning floor as a folded towel and a set of clothing were thrown to his direction. He caught it with ease as he glanced to the blonde mischieveously. Sherry was holding her own set of clothing and a towel hung loosely on her shoulder, "I will definitely be going to shower first. You can wait here for your turn or... else."

She winked to him as she entered the bathroom and leave the door slightly ajar purposely. Jake shook his head and simpered.

He will absolutely not going to wait for his turn.

Moments later, he found himself lounging at the sofa and Sherry was inside the kitchen preparing breakfast. The ex-mercenary gazed up to the ceiling as he wondered, 'Who could have thought that I could have a normal life like this?'

His train of thought was interrupted when Sherry set down a cup of hot coffee on the coffee table in front of him, "Something on your mind?"

He shook his head as he picked up the cup, Jake noticed the faint dark circles forming on her eyes. Although it didn't looked ridiculous, he was concerned the least, "You said you worked overnight... Don't you wanna catch some sleep?"

"I'll do it later." She replied simply as she turned her back again to resume her work. She hadn't noticed that Jake was behind her when he grabbed her arms lightly, causing her turn looked at him, "You should take it easy there, Supergirl."

They stared for a brief moment in fascination like they did on Edonia before Jake relaxed his grip on her arm, "My stomach ain't in the mood for breakfast. Plus, I'm going to the HQ to report myself." He said as he took the keys from the counter, "And you go get some rest while waiting for me, okay? It's your day off."

"But-"

"That's an order. Unless you want me to tuck you in myself."

And she gave in as she turned for the stairs and Jake managed to steal a quick kiss on her cheek before he went for the garage, "Be right back before you know it."

The ride was not really a pleasant one during daytime. He used to drive like a lunatic when he was a mercenary, nobody cares how he drive.

But since now he was a field agent, he promised Sherry that he would obey the rules and regulation when using the roads (although it took him very long to agree with her).

The sky was now but a drizzle, but it didn't bother Jake a bit. Getting wet wasn't a big deal. It'll just annoy the janitor on the office.

He stopped at the red lights. Initially, he wasn't very used to stop at any occasions, not until Sherry had scolded him once when he nearly put the life of a civilian in danger due to his dangerous driving. He waited impatiently for the green lights to come again.

Enjoying life I see.

The familiar voice rang again as Jake glanced at his surrounding nervously. It sounded very near to his ears but his surrounding were nothing unusual.

"The hell?" He muttered to himself.

Don't you get it? This is not who you really are. Not the life of a Wesker.

Jake went gravely ill when he gripped the handle of his bike. Salty moisture began forming on his grip. "Dad?"

He didn't notice that the green lights came again until the car on his back honked him once. Jake heard no further reply since and revved his bike and ride the rest of the way warily.

What the hell is wrong with him?

DSO Headquarters

Instead of his usual routine to stroll along the hallway while whistling songs just to goof around the attendants, Jake marched straight for the Director's office silently. Some other friendlier colleagues noticed it, but they did not dare to question him. Jake Muller was famous for being brash and annoying whenever Birkin was not around.

Jake went for Hunnigan's secretary when he was informed that Hunnigan was not in. He handed his file to the formally dressed woman without uttering a word. She caught the biege file from him as she browse through it, "Let see, Jake Muller. Mission ID: 1100DE. Looks like job well done, sir. I'll hand it over to Mrs. Director when she return." She signed the bottom of the file as she kept it on the drawer full of documents next to her.

"Are you ready for your next assignment, Mr. Muller?" She asked with professionalism. Jake nodded gravely, he didn't even know how pale his face was.

The secretary bend herself to her right and opened the drawer full of neatly arranged orange files. Her finger slid through one another until she found the one labeled as 'JAKE MULLER' in black marker pen, "Mrs. Director had left this for you. She said that you can accept the mission whenever you're ready." She rested the file to the desk in front of her.

He read it with little enthusiasm. More or less, the mission was pretty similar to what he had when he was in his old mercenary days - eliminate the target then get the hell away from there. The pay was good and the destination wasn't very far off that he could reach there with his bike.

"I'll take it."

"Yes, sir. This file is totally confidential so I would advise you to be careful; only DSO personels may read it. Or would you like me to keep it for you until Director Hunnigan returns?"

"No, thanks. I'll do it." He need to show it to Sherry first. She demanded so.

"I see. I will contact you whenever Director Hunnigan is in her office so that you can report in. Good day, Mr. Muller."

The young male uttered a simple "Thanks." under his breath. He wasn't sure if she had heard that but he didn't care as he turned away from he desk and began to walk away. The brief encounter he had earlier starting to have an effect of him. He felt nausea and sick that he actually staggered a few steps. Luckily, none seemed to notice him as he quickly exited the building.

The drizzle had been ceased.

He need to get home, fast.

Muller's Residence

Jake done everything in one swift motion. Got his vehicle on the garage without even parking it properly and got into the house without locking the front door. Kicking off his boots at the doorstep (apparently, the Muller praticed shoes off rules), Jake practically threw himself to the couch as he folded his arms around his eyes to cover himself from the brightness.

He had just heard his father talking to him. Albert Wesker. Talking to his son through his grave. Although Jake tried to convince himself that he was just being neurotic and over-imagine things, he couldn't shake off the feelings he had in him.

Maybe it was his mission days ago in Africa when he had to arrest a supposed BOW smuggler with the BSAA.

6 days ago, Africa.

He was sitting at the corner with his back against the wall. He might be an agent now, but he was still a mercenary at heart so he prefered to be alone. Mission Accomplished. His evacuation will be coming in at least 9 more hours and he had some time to kill before his departure.

Africa, the last place he wanted to be. The place where Albert Wesker had finally met his death.

"An agent now, Muller?"

A bottle of beer was thrown to him and he caught it before it hit the ground. Jake knew the voice, he had met her once when he visited Africa on his own will two years ago. He uncocked the lid with his thumb with minimum effort as he took a sip, "Mercenary doesn't sound right anymore. Being a family man and all."

Sheva Alomar took a seat next to him as she laughed softly, "So, I've heard. Chris told me that you actually settled down with... Sherry Birkin, right?"

"Yup." He took another gulp as he twirled the liquid inside the bottle. The stuff was pretty nice too here in Africa, he thought. The African BSAA too took a sip from her own bottle as she rested it to the ground next to her.

"Have you seen Wesker's grave yet?" She said suddenly.

Jake nearly choked from his bottle, "The bastard had one?"

"Wesker might have done too much damage to this world, but he was human still. Everyone deserves a place to rest." She explained, "It was on the BSAA, although his body was not actually there. It was lost on the volcano."

Jake chugged down the rest of his beer and abandoned the bottle as he pulled himself from the ground. His evac was still miles away.

"Lead the way then."

Jake recalled the moments when he stood before the marked tombstone. Albert Wesker, died 2009. There were no epitaphs nor any markings. It was odd. Sheva had already left the scene to give him some space.

He was supposed to be so angry that he might spit on the grave, he had every rights to do so but he didn't. Instead he stared at his supposed grave with uncertainty. Was he supposed to say something to him? 'Fuck you, Wesker. For leaving me and mom alone?' 'Hey, dad?' He stood there for the longest time, thinking of his mother's final note.

"Jake?"

The soft female voice called out to him and Jake quickly removed his arms from his eyes and rose from the couch awkwardly. He knew who called him and he didn't like it, "Sherry? I thought I told you to get some sleep?" It sounded more like a warning than a question itself. Sherry merely shrugged it off, "C'mon, Jake. I can't waste my day-off sleeping all day. Besides, I got enough rest back at the office, Hunnigan wasn't a heartless tyrant." She said as a matter-of-factly.

Not having any strength to argue, Jake decided to let it slide. He sighed as he slumped back down to the vacated couch and gazed out the full-sized window. Dark clouds were nearing the area he lived. Hell, it's gonna be another rainstorm. Rainy seasons like these, dark clouds grew out of nowhere.

Right, it was raining too when he stood in front of Wesker's grave. Strange twist of fate.

"You've been acting weird since you came home last night."

The agent noted. Jake scooted to his side to make some space for her to sit next to him, "Am I?"

"Yeah." She breathed as she rested her head sideway to his shoulder, "First you got a nightmare. You recovered soon. Then, you go all moody after you went to HQ."

His husband remained muted. Truth was, he didn't know what to tell her; how to tell her. The brash Jake would ususally tell her exactly what he had in mind, but this time, he actually contemplated.

'Well, it wasn't a very big deal anyway. Maybe I was just being too tired and thinking too much that I conjure weird stuff in my head. It'll pass.'

He sighed again as he stroked her blonde hair delicately. She purred on the contact and she brought her knees up to the couch as she cuddled close to him. He liked it when she did that. He loved it whenever she was close to him.

'Yeah, maybe I just thought too much. She shouldn't know.'

He kissed her hair as he whispered to her, "It was nothing."

His eyes switched to the outdor when he heard the loud drumming noise and a sharp flash of light. The storm came again as the rain fell. Jake was glad that he returned early enough or else he would have to take his second shower.

So, my son had been together with my rival's daughter. See? You can't deny fate.

It came again the voice. Jake was alarmed but try very best to not show it to his wife.

'Brush it off. Brush it off.' He chanted in his head again and again.

Hmph. Do what you want, dear child. But remember, you are a Wesker. And I am your father.

A drop of liquid rolled down from his brow. Cold sweat.

A.N: Alright. I've got the whole story planned out. From the beginning to the ending. It's gonna be fun writing this fic. But I've still got some part that I still need time to sort out. You've gotta have a plan if you wanna do something so that it'll go smoothly.

I don't like it when I have to wait too long for the next update of a story.

It's Christmas Eve so I would like to wish whoever that celebrated Christmas a Merry, Merry Christmas.

May the next chapter be finished on New Year.