A/N: Wow, its been a WHILE. Forgot where I left off. I guess I just missed this one. When I uploaded this to the site it took out the elipses and apostrophes, so if I missed anything, I am sorry.

Disclaimer: I dont own RE, but I own this fic, Marisol, the children and any other character I created.

Marisol's voice floated through the air, Claire had to strain to hear the relaxing sound, but she did not wish to allow her insecurity to become so apparent. Truthfully, she was looking for what she could not be to her daughter. That woman was amazing; she had left Umbrellas ranks, and became the mother of their enemy's child. It was all hard to believe that she had left the "bad" side and yet Claire Redfield, sister of Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes himself, was the bride of the man who stood right next to the definition of evil. Well, he was only evil in everyone else's eyes.

To Sarah he was a wonderful father, yet his absence was unbearable to the young child, it was even unbearable to Claire. It felt like abandonment a lot of the time and Claire would not put it past her husband to one day decide to leave, without their daughter. When he stared off into space while they were all together she was wondering if he was thinking of a life in which he was not tied down. He told he loved her but not as often as she would like to hear it, so she just started assuming that it was a part of his character.

Still, his distance from his family was creating a very noticeable rift between them, but at the end of the day when she looked into her husband's eyes, Claire saw how apologetic he was for this, and she also saw something that always made her want to break down upon witnessing it: exhaustion. It reminded her that they were both still susceptible to even a few of the most pathetic positions in life. Something had been bothering him though for the past few weeks, and he refused to talk about it with her. There was someone else though, she knew that much. It was not an affair, but he was talking to someone about these problems, well, he was trying to; Claire would walk in and he'd slam the phone down, probably out of embarrassment.

She knew what she had been signing up for when she said, "I do," but she never expected for her husband to become so touchy. They trusted each other, but even though this was true, they still kept a lot to themselves. Claire figured that Wesker did it for security purposes, while she only did it to hopefully piss him off until his curiosity peaked and he could no longer turn a blind eye to her troubles. A part of her argued this plot though; he had so much to deal with, and a lot of those problems came from trying to keep his abnormal family safe. It was too late to go back now though; if Claire had wanted a close-to-normal life, she should have never run off with her former captor.

Well, now I know Chris wasnt warning me about boys because of the "other things." Love actually does hurt."Claire?" Marisol had distracted her from folding clothes. Apparently the girls had fallen asleep, a feat Claire wished to be able to someday accomplish when she had housework to finish at 8:30 PM.

Pasting on a grin she sighed, "Thank you so much."

"No problem." From the look on her face, Claire could see that her friend was there for the unfinished business. The accusation must have hurt her, but she would never show it.

Tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear, Claire gave another sigh and looked into gray eyes. "I didnt mean to sound so-"

"The person I was talking to... Its Spencer." She did not expect it to come out that way, so easily, but Marisol was really never one for beating around the bush. What would be the point of starting now?

Looking worried, Claire pulled her down next to her and tried to speak, but no words could be found to express the sympathy she now felt for her friend. "Wh- How? Wait, what?" In the past, she could have seen her as a loon, but now, after all they had been through together, and she could hardly even recall all the bad they encountered.

Marisol seemed just as tongue-tied as Claire; she stared at the floor and then back up at her, searching her mind for the right words to use before speaking on the matter. "I have these hallucinations" As soon as the words were out, Claire could tell that she felt a lot better, but there was more to the story than this. From her behavior, the most secret parts would stay hidden with her. Now, Claire was really tired of all these hidden emotions and obstacles; she was taking it from Wesker, but since they were friends, Claire thought she and Marisol could actually talk these things out.

Sensing Claires disappointment from her vague explanation, she picked up some of the girls pajamas and began helping with the folding. A fake smile was the best she could do right now, and Claire only thought that she wanted to know the truth. With everything that was going on, secrets were now the best way to go.

It felt strange, -staying in Birkins house that is- doing nothing for the time being. Well, right now he was staring at his cell phone, contemplating whether or not to answer the incoming call. While he was seeing his dead wife was it wise to answer a phone call coming from her clone, but when he remembered that they were both Tyrants, that changed his train of thought completely. What if she had been experiencing the same problems that he had been having, and if that were the case then who was her visitor? Curiosity getting the best of him, he flipped open his phone and accepted the call.

"Yes Mrs. Kennedy?" It actually stung his tongue to call her by her married name. A woman who was the product of his late wife, no matter how abhorrent her origins, deserved so much more than that government lap dog as a spouse. Then again, if he was so in love with Claire why should it matter? It didnt, it just irked him, or at least that is what he told himself to lessen his anger.

"You're with Birkin."

"Of course. Why are you calling?"

"..."

Had he been fortunate enough to escape whatever was going wrong within him, he would have smirked, but at this moment his luck was refusing to extend so far. This was something they would probably have to get through together, but Claire could not find that out. No, for if she knew the specifics, she would insist on dragging their daughter all the way up to Alaska to monitor not his problem, but him and Marisol. Claire was a woman who had insecurities deeply rooted within her that had no purpose to be there, but they were there, and since she was a woman there was no hope in them going away.

"Monette, dear, do not waste my..."

"Glad you caught yourself. I think were having the same problem." She informed him that she was suffering just as he, except he was suffering from a lovely dream while she was helpless at the hands of a walking nightmare. "Here's the thing: I dont think I can leave your wife alone, mainly because she wont let me."

Wesker became silent as he tried to come up with something that Marisol could use to keep Claire put. Then he remembered how she wanted nothing to do with Umbrella if she could help it, and in this case, she could save herself plenty of grief by declining to meet with an employee. "Tell her youll be seeing an old friend. That should turn her off to your little trip."

He could hear the smirk in her voice as she said, "I thought you may have been jubilant at the thought of having your wife to keep you warm up there." His face became a frown when he thought of the deception, but he told himself that it was for the best. If Claire were with him he would never get any work done, zero problems would be solved, and she probably drive him insane with her insecurities. Right now, he did not wish to deal with her mood swings, nor was he in a tolerable enough disposition to put up with Sarahs shenanigans. If he could not handle what used to be simple task of disciplining his mind then how could he possibly accurately discipline his child?

"Just stick to that story Mrs. Kennedy and get here as soon as your schedule shall permit."

"What about Esme?"

"It would be quite out of character for you to leave her. And she is a perceptive child, is she not? Your husband will protest, but I have confidence that she will not speak of my presence here."

You're only saying that because she's basically Monette's child.

Wesker pushed that thought into the back of his mind, refusing to hear such a thing. He was simply trying to help an old friend, but whatever was wrong with him was set on manipulating the situation further until it became an unfavorable one. This would not happen. Albert Wesker did not lose.

A/N: This is very short but I said I would update this fic and I finally kept a promise. So please, please, please review!