A/N: Once again I am back. I fear the response to chapters four, five, and maybe even six. For the first time in a month and a half I have had one of my episodes brought on by depression and I've realized why I don't feel I've been doing as well as I do when I turn in an amazing story in English. Because without my depression my stories don't bring that much to the table. I've been fighting it and strangely, the anti-depressants I stopped taking had me stable for a while. Maybe now that the effects have worn off I can get back to the deepness of what my writings used to be like. Also I might need to stop reading Sweep because that style of writing isn't exactly extraordinary and I'm impressionable. Looks like I have to go out and buy some deep, dark depressing book.

Disclaimer: Nope… RE still ain't mine.

How he hated this. Leon despised tricking the ones he knew and loved. Every five minutes Spencer was changing his mind. This next mission was tricky. Poor Rebecca.

The command issued was to kidnap Rebecca. Just great. Well, Marisol was doing the actual kidnapping, but…

"I can't do it. God, I just can't-"

"¡Oye!" Marisol was vexed beyond words. Leon worked for Umbrella -King Company of Deceit- but he couldn't kidnap his friend. He'd be there though, so he would know that she was fine.

"She-she trusted me-"

"¡Mira!"

"No! You… mira! She's pregnant!"

"Whoa…" said an awestruck Marisol. Biting her bottom lip, she sat back against the seat, staring at the dashboard. "She's got some bad timing." The comment earned her a confused stare from Leon. "Come on Leon. You plant the seed of doubt in their heads, I'll just nurture it and let it grow. If I get everyone to turn on Chris, Spencer wins; you're free. At least one of us will be."

For a moment, Leon almost felt sorry for her. She couldn't start a life; her model was dead. Monette couldn't appear all of the sudden again. They had the same blood, same fingerprints, and even the same scars. Obviously, the same mental problems too.

Fine, he'd kidnap Rebecca, the girl who trusted him with her secret. Way to go Leon, he'd become worse than a certain Chinese-American spy. Worse than even… Claire.

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"We have to save Sherry!" Claire had been chasing Wesker around the mansion since they'd woken up that morning. He was refusing to speak of Sherry, like something scared him. "Did you hear me? Do you care? We can get her back!"

"Yes, loud and clear for the last ten hours, very much, and how do you propose we do that Ms. Redfield?" Looking like she was considering his question, Claire gave him the time he needed to get to his bedroom, but she was there soon. Heart aching, she stepped up to him, his eyes on the picture on his desk. Sherry waved back at him, frozen forever. Why couldn't this be her?

Why couldn't the people he cared about stay put and be safe? Monette was dead, Sherry was gone, Birkin was dead, and Claire was always… Claire shouldn't be on that list.

"Wesker?" Claire's voice was small and sympathetic. Rubbing her arms, she looked at her surroundings. What could she say about this room? What couldn't she say?

Blue eyes so full of emotion looked back to Wesker. She could feel his eyes on her, but interpret his feeling at the moment. Slowly, he stood and walked to her, his body language hesitant. Now, she stood chest to chest with him, fear her main emotion. Even though he wanted to, he didn't touch her- he couldn't, seeing as it would only be for his needs as a man.

"Just go to your room," he said, but he didn't sound annoyed or tired of her. More like he was in dread.

"Not until we come up with a way to save Sherry." Now was not the time to be a rebel who stood for rights and moral. Claire was worried about the wrong thing at the wrong time.

"Go."

"No!" By the time Wesker had his hand back, readying to slap her, she was on her tip toes. Somehow, she managed to kiss him though before he went through with it, but he pushed her away. Completely unforeseen, surprising. Who knew such a thing would happen?

Tears were building in Claire's eyes and she didn't give a damn if he saw it. Neither knew what to say. Nothing could really even be said. Wesker though, being the man of pointless words that he was found something to say.

"Using me is not smart." His voice was low, but Claire was confused.

"Use you? For what?"

"Tell me you want me Claire." This was no command, but a test. Last time she used him and it got her nowhere. All she got was a broken heart and pain.

So, was she smart or not? Would this be a big mistake? Part of her said not to trust him or herself. Her mind was saying to tell him yes. Too bad she as being stupid nowadays.

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Instead of staying, Claire had gone to her room, leaving Wesker with his thoughts. Letting out a sigh, he sat on his bed, feeling tired. Who would have thought they'd have seen the day of his exhaustion. Exhaustion… He'd have forever to rest.

Eventually Claire would die, his sister, his brother, his enemies. He felt like a grandfather-to-be. Just him and Sherry for the many, many, many, many years to come. This of course didn't bother him. Power meant sacrifice.

If something happened to him though, what would happen to his projects? He was almost forty and childless. He'd buried his wife and mourned the death of two infants and a few unborn children. But, he couldn't impregnate anyone. They had to carry the T- Virus strain for that to be possible.

But who to use? Someone really smart, beautiful, and won't go all woman-power-I'm-gonna-fight-you-for-custody. It was time for Wesker to successfully bring life into the world.

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Leon sat in the car at a red light, gripping the steering wheel to the point where his knuckles were white. "Step on it Kennedy, nobody's here!" yelled Marisol form the backseat, stroking the unconscious Rebecca's hair. Leon sped off, wanting to understand how she got Rebecca to fall for that lame story. Well, he made the call, telling Rebecca to come to his apartment… alone… late at night. Once inside, Marisol said to hell with orthodox and settled for hitting Rebecca upside the head.

"Kennedy, I wish you could feel this," said a smiling Marisol.

"Not on the second date," he said smartly.

"No… Her baby."

"It's not even alive yet."

"Define alive. It's growing every second. Acting as a parasite right now, but eventually it'll be something more. I can feel it." Glancing in the rearview mirror, Leon saw his partner caressing Rebecca's abdomen, looking both amazed and sad. It felt strange to Leon that she behaved this way. It was only a few cells, just an embryo.

"Why don't you just have a kid?" asked a frowning Leon.

"Spencer… won't let me. The kid would be somewhat human and he doesn't want his heir to be like that.

"His heir?" Leon almost stomped on the brakes. She and Spencer? Spencer and she? "You and Spencer are-"

"Don't make me relive that. Don't." Oh great. A mentally unbalanced woman who was a victim of something in a way considered rape who was also the copy of a woman with a bad history and an evil husband. He couldn't see her lying down for any man. Not even Spencer.

A man who could be considered her father did this. A man who was just disgusting altogether. "I'm sorry," Leon almost whispered. Glancing at her, he saw her give a sad smile. Oh damn, he forgot Rebecca was back there.

Hopefully she wasn't aware of anything at all. If she even heard him, everything would be over and rather than everyone hating Chris, they would hate him. He would be shunned and Billy would actually live up to his reputation of a merciless murderer.

A/N: Alright, now y'all just review and I'll do what I do and update. You can expect one tonight or tomorrow. Oh, and check out a new fic of mine. I'm supposed to get up and type it today. It's called "Insanity of Umbrella," and it starts off on Rockfort. It's Claire/Steve and Wesker/OC, but it's not really gonna focus on romance. It's actually about… the title says it all. So it'll be about how crazy Alfred and Alexia are, and even Wesker. I don't know why I like focusing on the villains. Oh yeah, the heroes are clichéd and predictable. Expect it to be dark and funny when Alfred shrieks like a little girl. Oh, and if you're wondering why Leon is playing such an important role then I'll tell you. Leon has to play a huge part to settle his debt and I haven't really focused on that. Without Leon a lot of the main things would make no sense whatsoever. So stay tuned. Love y'all!