A/N:Sorry sorry sorry!
It's been crazy and this story slipped through the cracks as far as updating goes! And this chapter is a tad bit short, but next chapter will be lemony goodness...if you guys want, of course.
Lots of views, no reviews. :( Anyway, this one really is just warnings for gay insinuations and major OOC from Wesker. Because I think Wesker has a side we don't see.
Please please review! If I don't get some reviews, this story will most likely be dropped. Sorry guys, but I have lots of stories in progress and if no one is interested in one, I think it is silly to continue writing, ne?
Sherri closed her eyes as she recounted the events of almost a month ago. She kept her face blank as she talked about the deaths of their team mates. She kept her voice steady as she told him of Charlie's betrayal.
"Betrayal, hm? Two traitors in one mission." Travis' voice dripped with disdain and Sherri, still with her arm around his neck, contemplated killing him right there.
"You don't understand. I was...dying, Travis. That thing got me. I...I didn't want to die." Sherri sounded defeated. Of course she didn't, how many people honestly wanted to die?
"You think York or Flynt or Karma wanted to die? You think Iwant to die?" Travis growled, raising his hand to grab Sherri by the hair. He stood, taking her with him.
Sherri wrapped her legs around the redhead's waist and tightened her grip around his neck.
"Trav...this is a mercy. You think those people in Washington care about us? We have been nothing but pawns and you know it! You think they care if we die? Travis...please don't hate me. I'm sorry, but...with him...I feel like I have a purpose! I'm happy, happier than ever. Which is kind of sad, all things considered..." Sherri frowned when she realized this. Wesker terrified her and yet never failed to make her smile without meaning to. Perhaps Sherri should have received that psych eval Erik suggested months ago.
Travis laughed and untangled his fingers from Sherri's hair and moved the now free hand to his ear, removing the ear piece. He tossed it towards Wesker, standing by the door, and said, "Kill that for me, will you?"
Wesker simply nodded and stepped on the device, twisting his heel to ensure it was demolsihed.
"Sherr...They're coming for you. They have some new thing they are going to try, some new bullet. It takes away your abilities. They will probably kill you and they will definitely kill him." Travis told her, shaking. He still was standing with Sherri clinging to his back.
"What...you were acting? For the radio?" Sherri asked, realization sinking in, and Travis nodded.
"If they think I deserted, they will kill Ellie and Jericho. The radio died just now, so they won't think anything of the sudden silence. Jesus, Sherri...ah, it hurts..." Travis grimaced, holding his arm.
Sherri released him and then drew her revolver, glancing over at Wesker. The blonde nodded and said, "He's changing. You will have to kill him quickly."
Travis nodded and turned to face Sherri. He removed a chain from his neck, placing it in Sherri's palm. His dead wife's wedding ring, his dog tags, a pendant from his daughter, and the silver band from his boyfriend all adorned it. Sherri's fingers closed around the chain and tucked it in a vest pocket. "Call him for me?" Travis asked.
"He'll hate me..." Sherri mumbled, looking away from her commander.
"Maybe. But at least he will know..." Travis sighed and took a rosary from his pocket, kissing the cross.
"Everything you've been through, and you still believe in that God?" Wesker laughed coldly.
Travis smirked and tilted his head to look over his shoulder at Wesker. "Ya know, I used to pray every night, even in overseas. Even as I watched hell unfold around me, I still managed to believe in the lie. You know what it took? My wife slowly dying in my arms, and me realizng that I love a man. That'swhen I realized...what kind of god condemns you for loving someone of the same sex? What kind of God let's you watch as a loved one dies and does nothing? Doesn't even make it quick..." Travis shook his head and turned to Sherri again. "Do it."
Before Sherri could pull the trigger, Wesker was moving forward, wrapping one arm around Travis's neck and pulling the redhead against his chest. "I am a merciful god." Wesker raised his own gun and fired a bullet straight through the sniper's skull, then let him drop. Sherri nodded and stepped over the body, holstering her gun.
"A merciful god, hm? Does it change with the day?" Sherri asked, following the British man out of the room, allowing the nurses to clean up the mess.
"Yes, Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, I am pleasant. Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, I'm an asshole." Wesker smirked at Sherri over his shoulder as they marched through the lab.
"Yea? What about Sundays? And as I recall, it was Friday when I met you." Sherri pointed out.
"Sunday depends on how Saturday goes. That Friday was bad because my extra grumpiness carried over from Thursday." Wesker told her, pushing the button to the elevator.
"Oh really?" Sherri chuckled and stepped in after the British man. She crossed her arms and then glanced over at the man beside her. Wesker was looking ahead, sunglasses, as always, hiding his eyes. "So what's your plan for getting Chris in bed with you? Hmm?" Sherri glanced sideways at Wesker, grinning when she saw him raise an eyebrow at her.
"I don't think that concerns you." Wesker said under his breath, glaring at her.
"I think it does. Jil''s leg is still messed up, so I'm still Redfield's partner. I want to know what day he will show up with a limp so I can properly prepare." Sherri smirked as Wesker let out an irritated breath. "Also there's the fact that I'm on your couch for another two weeks. I need to know what night I should finally take up Burton and Vickers up on their offers to pay for my drinks for a whole night."
That got Wesker's attention. "What's today?"
"Wednesday."
"Friday, I think you should join Burton and Vickers. Perhaps you should go home with one of them." Wesker said, crossing his arms.
"Pssh. I'll sleep in my car."
"I'm sure Christopher screams, you will still be able to hear it."
"Why am I having this conversation with you?"
Might be some sex next chapter, but it's up to you guys.