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J.L.: It's been a bit of a wait, but into this chapter I go. It's a little shorter than usual, and this story will probably get a bit darker than my usual taste. I really want to get the influence of the virus in here.

Weeks later: Claire

The helicopter landed on the landing pad and I stepped down from it. Just focus, don't think about anything other than the objective. Hesitation gripped me but I stiffened up. Ada said this was important…and at this point, she's the only person I can trust that isn't family…I kept my stride in check as I walked to the door that lead to the building below my feet.

"Are you sure about this?" Joseph asked as he accompanied me.

"I'm fine. Ada said that if I could get Steve on our side, he'd be a valuable source of information." I responded, opening the roof access door.

"This isn't kid stuff though; this is cloak and dagger bullshit." Joseph protested.

"We're not kids anymore Joseph, and in case you have blocked it out, this is real. That shit William injected himself with, can you imagine what would happen if that got out? The fucking disaster and hell we'd see? Remember, Wesker's got his hands all over that, and he's fucking insane enough to use it. Now, would you rather be back home, relieving Jill and Chris of babysitting duty, or here, meeting with a contact?" I drilled.

"One of those kids is mine." Joseph spoke.

"Yeah, and you're letting two people infected with a virus watch him, what a great father you are. Now shut up, and let's do this." I bit out.

"Sheesh, remind me to punch Leon for the bitch he's made you into…" Joseph grumbled. I snapped a glare at him.

Meanwhile: Chris

I awoke, smiling widely as the woman next to me was starting to slip on her clothes. Her backside was to me still, so I ran my hand along her back. She flashed a smirk back at me, turning towards me

"When do you think they'll start noticing?" I asked, my finger tracing a hickey on her breast. Her eyes were still aflame from the night before, she was still drunk from the lust of the night before. Since we started having sex again, it's been like we've been trying to make up for the last few years. One romp after another…

"I'm starting to think it shouldn't matter if they do." She spoke, straddling me and holding my hands above my head. Again? She is amazing…this is like the fifth time in a row since seven last night. Back when we first got married…it would only be once or twice a night…our endurance is increasing…I opened my eyes a little wider when her pupils flickered to the shape of a cat's for a brief second. She backed up when she saw me react.

"What's wrong?" She asked. I kept searching her face for it again, but could find any proof that I saw what I really saw. I probably just thought I saw it.

"Nothing. I thought I saw something but…come on we should grab a shower. The terrors will be here any second and I don't think giving them the talk is in our list of duties." I said. Jill brushed her hair back behind her ear and sighed, smiling.

"Alright." She agreed, and kissed my forehead lightly before jumping off the bed, landing a perfect handspring and smirking back as she righted herself, heading towards the bathroom. Her pupils flickered again right as she entered the bathroom. I know this virus is making us more agile, stronger and resilient…but I have a feeling that's not all the side-effects we'll see…Ada did say Wesker's eyes are red and like a cat's now…it shouldn't surprise me. I stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

Meanwhile: Ada

The mirror image stared back at me. I groaned, opening my eye with my fingers. In my mind I was a middle aged woman with way too many tricks up my sleeve, the mirror's image begged to differ. I was a twenty something with freaking orange-brown cat eyes. I groaned again.

"You look tired." Rebecca said from behind me. I covered my face with my hands, leaning my elbows on the sink.

"You don't even have to talk anymore, you know that right?" I asked.

"I figured you'd want to be a little human." She replied.

"I'm starting to think this whole virus thing is a bad idea…I mean, we really don't know all the outcomes and the worst case scenario is locked up down in the lab. Are you sure Chris and Jill are being intimate?" I asked, fearing the answer.

"Yes, like rabbits." Rebecca replied, images of seeing the act on the security camera popping into her head and into mine by proxy. I groaned again.

"Damn it, I told them to wait until we see what they do with kids!" I growled.

"Look, I know this virus thing is very dangerous and all, but do you honestly think you can keep those two from going at it by word alone? Come on, Jill's a freaking daughter of a thief and Chris can't resist it. They should be fine…they've had some time for the virus to settle." Rebecca reassured me.

"What I'm worried about is…the enhanced instincts. Say Jill gets pregnant…normally, human mothers are protective…but Jill? It'd be like pissing off a grizzly bear mother. She could rip out your throat right now if she wanted to…" I protested. Rebecca put her hand on my shoulder.

"And you can to…now come on Ada…William was never a friend, so I don't mind that creature being hostile. I trust Jill and Chris with my life; they've always been there for me. You, well, I haven't quite decided." Rebecca smirked. I rolled my eyes at her.

"You know what to do if any of us get out of order." I spoke.

"Yes Ada." She responded, and grabbed my cheeks, pulling my lips into a smile. She smiled back.

"Leg-go." I warned.

"Aw…Put some whiskers on you and you'd be so cute!" Rebecca exclaimed and took off running. I groaned.

"Kids…"

Minutes later: Jill

"Kids." I commented as the three children eyes were glued to the T.V.

"Well, at least that's less work for us…" Chris groaned out, tossing the diaper from Joey into the trash. Chris then took to sitting beside me on the couch. His hand intertwined with mine. He's been watching me carefully all morning. I wonder what is wrong? Sherry turned from the T.V. and smiled. Poor kid…her father's a monster and her mother is working hard on developing a cure for the virus…leaving no time for her. I motioned for the little girl to go ahead and sit on my lap, and she promptly did.

"I'm hungry." Sherry asked, hugging her teddy bear close to her. I sighed out, picking the girl up and making my way for the kitchen.

"What do you want to eat?" I asked.

"Peanut butter jelly sammich." Sherry grinned. I set the child down and opened up the fridge. 'Jill is a nice lady…I wish she was my mommy…' I closed my eyes, smiling. The child's thoughts were clear in my own head as if I had been the thinker. I'm starting to get use to it…I pulled out the items one by one and set them on the table. 'I want pickles on my sammich…' Sherry thought. Although I slightly cringed at the thought, I grabbed the pickle jar. Just another day as a normal person for me I guess…I'm starting to miss the missions now…

J.L.: It's a little short, but I'm having trouble with another writers block. I'm trying to get back into my groove. In other news, I got a better computer now, so I should be cranking out updates once I get inspired again…or something.