Seven Years Ago...

To get over her "crush" on Chris, Robin had began to date a slightly older guy named David Corey. Meeting him when her friend was buying the answers to a test, they had ended up talking for a few hours, and by the time she went home, it was with her number in his pocket. Calling her the following day, they started to go out shortly afterwards. That was two months ago, and things were starting to get serious enough for Barry to ask his friend to intercede on his behalf. Barry loved his daughters more than anything, enough to lock them away from boys for the remainder of their lives, but he had promised his wife that he wouldn't interfere in the children's love lives without a reason, so he turned to someone else he knew who had the same interests. Chris cared for each of Barry daughters, and he would certainly look out for them as if they were his own sister.

While everyone other room in the house was occupied other than the kitchen, Chris was tutoring Robin on her geography, which he was fairly versed in and she completely failed at, building his way up to asking her about her boyfriend. She didn't keep secrets, but at the same time, no one really knew much about her boyfriend, or even what they did when they were together. Praying that she was still... intact... Chris was thinking about the best way to approach the subject without scaring her off. Looking after his little sister when their parents died, he knew a thing or two about teenage girls.

"I'm surprised that you haven't just barreled into it. My father would have." She cocked her head to the side, making it perfectly clear that she knew what this was really about, "Daddy sent you in to snoop around, didn't he?"

Caught off guard that she would just blurt it all out like that, he reminded himself that she had spent the last five years under Barry's roof, "You know that he promised your mother."

"We all know that, and we also know that he is not above using his friends to get to us. Jill has already done this with Polly, and Rebecca had 'spoken' to Moira, so... It's kinda obvious why you're here. So, what does he want to know?" She crossed her arms, slouching in her seat with her legs crossed.

"You've been seeing this guy for the last few months, but we don't know anything about him." Chris was also curious about the lack of information, knowing Robin and what kind of girl she was.

Not wanting to have this conversation, especially with Chris of all people, she shrugged, "The first few weeks don't count, so really, we've just been dating for the past two weeks."

It hurt, lying to Chris like that, but the thought of him knowing why she was really doing this hurt worse. He was always on her mind, and that was no exaggeration, becuase almost every thought she had could be brought back to him if she allowed it. Unsure if she was in love with him or not, she forced herself to date David, not that he was a bad person, he was just no Chris. David was funny, charming, kind, and even though he was a dealer, he was sweet. But even if he was Jesus, she doubted that she would be truly interested in him.

"Is that true?" Chris gave her a long, hard look, trying to crack her down so that she would confess to some huge lie.

She shook her head, "That's not what my 'father' really wants to know, is it Chris? Well, you can relax. I'm still in a virgin."

Flaming red, his ears lit up like a Christmas tree, "...That's good..."

Chuckling, Robin reached over the chair arm and patted his knee, "It's alright, you don't have to be embarrassed. I'm an adult now. A PMSing, garter-wearing, lace sporting, zombie-killing, ass kicking, gun-toting woman. Well, actually, I've always worn lacy panties, so only the PMS is new... Oops. Sorry, Chris!"

She had gotten a bit carried away with her rant and had revealed too much. Again. Thankfully, she was saved from another awkward minute by David, whom had driven to her house to pick her up for their date. Dashing out of the door before Chris could recover and stop her, she hopped into his car, if you can call the rust bucket that he drove a car. David grinned at her, running his hand along her thigh as he sped off, and she held his hand, more to prevent an accident than anything else.

"Girl, I found the perfect place for a little chat. It's got a view of the city that you would not believe." He said, pulling up a dirt road to park near the edge of a cliff.

"Wow... It's beautiful." She gasped, breath literally stolen at the view. Below them, the city was flattened out, sprawling in all directions as far as the eye could see.

"Robin," David was looking at her, hooded green eyes gleaming in the light, squeezing her hands in his, "I love you."

Was he saying that just to get into her fancies, or did he really mean it? And more importantly, what did she want him to mean by that? Was it better for him to mean it, given her feelings for Chris, or was it for the best that he was only saying that becuase he was using her just as much as she was using him? And was she even ready to give it up? It wasn't like she would ever actually be with Chris, so what was she waiting for? But if she were to give in, how would that look? It would look bad, but if she didn't get any practice in now, that might complicate things later. Being young and innocent when it came to sex, what did Robin know about these kinds of things?

"Yeah," She nodded, smiling brightly, "That's nice."

Shrugging off his confusion at her odd behavior, he bent over the gearshift, roughly kissing her with a sort of desperate urgency. Surprised that she was in this situation, she kissed him back, imagining that it was Chris that was kissing her. Snapping her eyes open, she looked at David in horror, but he didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. In fact, he was halfway over the gearshift, his tongue down her throat and his hand rising up her skirt, which she suddenly regretted wearing. But she had come this far, so she might as well just go with it...

A Few Minutes Later...

David had brought Robin back to his place before they had done anything more than make-out, showing that he had more class than to do his girl in the backseat. Robin noticed that some of his more frequent clients were lounging around the living room, weed and something else infusing with the air. Being an outdoorsy girl, the air was stifling and weighed Robin down, but maybe that was also the shame of what she was about to do. Leading her into the very back room, David showed her to the bed, which was supported by a cinder block at either end. The walls were hung in posters of girls, and a stack of nudie mags made up one corner of the room. At least that meant that he was being faithful.

"Come here, baby." He sat down at the edge of the bed, patting it.

Feeling a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach, she sat next to David who launched back into where they had left off in the car. Wrapping his arms around her back, he undid her bra, yanking her shirt off at the same time. She gulped, afraid of how he would react to her body, which had been scared by the shotgun that had killed Onni, though she bore more marks than that, both inside and out. He didn't seem to mind her disfigured flesh, more focused on her bare breasts.

"Um, do you have a thing?" She was nervous now, her brain shutting itself off while all of this happened.

He smirked at her, pulling a line of condoms from his pocket, "Always."

About Ten Minutes After That...

Wide-eyed as Bambi's mother when she was shot, Robin could only stare at the ceiling. Thankful that she was wrapped in the sheets, the people from the living room came into the bedroom, one of them sitting on the edge of the bed, a frown on his face and his eyes more black than white. The only other girl was leaning against an older gentleman, eyes equally as buggy as the guy on the bed. David seemed unfazed by the interruption, not even bothering to see how Robin reacted to the intrusion.

"Man, that bed squeaks too much. It almost killed my buzz. Almost." A tall skinhead in a checkered shirt glared at David.

The first one to see Robin, the girl stumbled and fell into the bed with them, "Hey, you're a new face. I'm Mirra, and you're Robin, ain't cha? Yep, David's been taking about you alot he has. Bit annoying."

"Mirra, leave the girl alone. She just had her cherry popped." The guy who had been holding Mirra earlier said knowingly, "I've heard that many a time in my day."

Mirra rolled her eyes, "Can't hear nothing, can you, you crazy ol' coot! If he can hear that, then I'm a virgin."

David snorted, previously talking to the skinhead in a whisper, "Mirra, you haven't been a virgin since Mick Jagger became famous."

She smiled, "Ah, the memories."

"So," the guy at the foot of the bed looked at David intently, "Are we going to do this or not?"

"What are you going to do?" To anyone else, it would have been obvious that they were talking about drugs, but naive little Robin didn't get it.

Mirra answered, "Drugs, my sweet, drugs. Mind-numbing, memory cleansing drugs."

Handing David some kind of rubber tube and a syringe, the skinhead shoved Mirra over and sat on the last free spot on the bed. She growled, licking his face and taking a small, white tablet from his pocket, slipping one on both of their tongues. The old man removed a baggy of mushrooms from his pocket, swapping it for another bag of white powder with the man on the edge of the bed. Not looking at his friends, David injected himself with the syringe, passing the needle to Robin. She took it, looking at it in wonder.

"You gonna take a hit of that or what, baby?" He asked, offering her the rubber tube.

In The Present...

Leading them inside the bunker, Suvi filled them in on the protocols and procedures observed by the facility. Robin listened intently, keeping pace with Chris so that he couldn't "accidentally" get lost. It wasn't Chris that she was worried about, other than the fact that they were working, she trusted him with her life - It was Suvi that she distrusted. Suvi seemed to share the sentiment however, questioning the girl. Agent Redfield seemed to know her quite intimately, but there was just something about Robin that Suvi didn't like. Her file had been cleared by the BSAA, but she felt that Robin was using her connections to pull some strings for her, which wasn't entirely untrue.

"...Brake. But whatever you do, DO NOT leave the bunker at night. I know that it hinders us, but believe me, you do not want to break that rule." Suvi shivered at the thought of breaking that one rule.

Versed on the mission during the ride over, Chris and Robin were confident that this would be a cakewalk. All they had to do was arrest a former Tricell employee, one Noah Walker, believed to have been involved with the Uroboros Project a year ago. Why they had to work with Suvi was beyond them, but they weren't about to go pointing fingers prematurely, well, at least Chris wasn't.

AN: I should have said this in the last chapter, but the reason I made David a dealer was in homage to one of my favorite werewolf movies ever, "Ginger Snaps". If you haven't seen the movie, I would recommend it (though it's kinda cheesy). As for Robin, more than half of this chapter was when she was a teenager, so of course she's going to be young and stupid and make mistakes. Maybe I failed, but I was trying to show how immature she used to be, as opposed to her now (which is immature in another way). DRUGS ARE VERY BAD! Though I think I did an alright job of that part, considering that the closet I get to that kind of stuff is the movies that I watch...

To Recap This Chapter: Daughter dating David the dealer, Barry sends in Chris for answers, but all he gets is a heart attack. Going out with her boyfriend, he tells her that he loves her, and she ponders the repercussions of his words. Meeting some of his friends, Robin is offered a syringe. In the present, Suvi tells them not to leave the bunker at night, though she is suspicious of Robin, convinced that she is hiding something.

Disclaimer: Capcom owns Resident Evil, not me. All respective properties, like, but not limited to, songs, belong to their respective brands. All I can lay claim to is the Varis family... and this work of fiction. Any game-related information used in this story comes from the Resident Evil Wikia, actual game play, and videos (official ones of the games) come from YouTube.