A/N: I just doodled Wesker, Chris, Jill, Joseph, and Birkin on my physics worksheet. Unfortunately one that I had to turn in. They were cute. :D I'm a writer not an artist, so my drawings are usually crap. Those were a bit better crap compared to my other doodles of people. In other words: Today I'm happy.

Making History:

"We're close, Al! I can feel it already. This is the breakthrough!" William gushed as he rushed around his lab, gathering supplies and instruments.

The underground Umbrella facility was sterile and white, smelling heavily of chemicals and latex. It was currently three in the morning and after having a sudden thought, Wesker had called up his partner and met him there to discuss potential ideas. At the suggestions, William had nearly exploded with happiness, claiming that Wesker was a genius and had found the answer. Then the two got to work.

Knowing how picky William was, Wesker sat by and watched the man rush around to prepare things, his trademark glasses still perched on his nose as always, hiding his mild amusement as he watched his old friend.

"We're making history, Albert, you know that right?" the man continued frantically. "Hundreds of years from now our names will be in history books. We're writing the future and creating our own history, I tell you! Isn't it wonderful?"

William's words seemed to strike a cord with Wesker and the blonde lapsed into thought, his mind no longer in the lab but in the office of S.T.A.R.S. Making history? Writing the future? Yes, that's what they were doing but would history only detail the two of them: Albert Wesker and William Birkin? There were others in the present that Wesker wondered about. What would their history be by the time the future came? Specifically, what would become of Chris?

So wrapped up in his thoughts, Wesker didn't realize when William calmed down and trained tired but bright blue eyes on his friend, analyzing him for a moment.

"Somehow I get the impression you're not as excited over this as I am," the man commented dryly. "Your sunglasses look thoughtful. What's on your mind?"

That was the odd thing about William. He was socially inept and didn't do well around people, which was why he hid away in his lab for days at a time and stayed by himself. He didn't work well with partners for several reasons. He was paranoid and didn't trust anyone around his research and he was anal retentive. Not many could deal with him for too long. The only exception to all of those rules was Wesker. William was fine around him, trusted him, and could read the distant and stoic man like a book.

So it came as no surprise that William knew what was wrong before Wesker could even shrug.

"You're thinking of that Redfield boy again."

Wesker stood and adjusted his lab coat. "Nonsense, William. Don't we have work to do?"

Much like a curious insect, William tilted his head and peered at the blonde. Despite the dark circles and obvious sleeplessness, the fair haired man was still on top of his game and could see through the lie. "Albert, you know I dislike liars. Especially when they're in my lab and around my research."

Ignoring the comment, Wesker picked up a test tube that held a vivid, blue-colored liquid. Swirling it careful, he watched the contents slosh against the edge of the glass. "Would you like to get the syringe and do the honors, or shall I?"

"You're avoiding the topic."

"You're pressing your luck."

A sigh left William's lips but Wesker couldn't tell if it was an aspirated one or an annoyed one. Wesker felt a hand land on his shoulders but didn't move to glance at the other.

"Al, I'm saying this as a friend, not a research partner," he murmured sincerely. "You should be going after a future that will make you happy when you look back on the past. As much as I value your input on this project, if this isn't what you want for your life you need to back out of it. Make a history that you'll be proud of and a future you want to live in. If that doesn't include me and this research then so be it. But seriously think about what you want out of your life. Do you understand me, Albert?"

Wesker set the test tube down slowly, his mind running over the man's words. That was the question, wasn't it? What did Wesker want from life?

Before his dream had been this research. To work with William on the T-Virus and G-Virus. To create the indestructible B.O.W.s that Umbrella, for whatever reason, wanted so badly. Chained down on a table not too far away was Lisa Trevor, passed out and the embodiment of all that Wesker worked so hard for in his life.

And then there was Chris.

For whatever reason, Chris had managed to worm his way into Wesker's thoughts. It had started out as nothing more than a ruse to use the boy as cover. A defense and ties to prove his loyalty to the S.T.A.R.S. team. No one knew the two were in a relationship of sorts but if Chris defended Wesker's actions then the Captain must know what he's doing. But what became simple manipulation was now more. Wesker found himself thinking a lot about Chris. Wondering. Watching. Even enjoying if he was to be honest.

It would be simple to abandon his work, let William take over all of the research, and he could live a normal life with Chris. Disappear from Umbrella and take the young man with him. William would then make history himself and the future would be whatever it would be. Unknown and a mystery though surely exciting and certain to be a happy one.

Wesker pressed his lips together in a thin line before he picked up the test tube again.

"You're being foolish, my dearest Will. My place is and forever will be right here. Thank you for your concern and understanding, but we'll be making history together." A smirk flashed across the blonde's lips. "You can't take all the credit after all. Now get the syringe and let's see how Miss Trevor will react to the new formula."