Chapter 8

Still a little bit of your ghost, your witness

Claire sat in the helicopter on deck in the temporary holding bay, vacantly staring at the Arcadia's massive technical manual in the dim light the cockpit provided. She'd been trying to broaden her understanding of the ship's functioning after having chosen to personally run the Engineering Crew, which consisted of an electrical engineer, an electrician, two cell phone repair men, three plumbers, a carpenter and five car mechanics. Claire realised that keeping the ship in excellent working condition, was as important as keeping the survivors on board safe.

She sighed heavily and pressed the talk button on her radio.

"Mikey this is Claire, come in." She spoke softly using the private channel they decided on as to not wake up the rest of the crew and K-Mart sleeping in the back of the Chopper.

"This is Mikey, go ahead Claire." His tired voice crackled over the radio.

"Go get some sleep Mikey, it's late." She instructed him.

It was almost 2am and Alice had still not returned with the team.

"If you don't mind Claire, I'd like to continue trying to reach them on the emergency frequency."

"Thanks Mikey. Claire out." She whispered with pride and gratitude toward her friend.

She wondered if Alice even realised how many people she had who cared about her. Distracted from her thoughts by footsteps nearing the helicopter, Claire placed the thick manual on the seat next to her before exiting the Chopper and coming face to face with Leon Kennedy, her electrical engineer.

"Still no sign of them?" He asked politely.

Claire wasn't sure what it was about the man that had her so tense, but he'd rubbed her up the wrong way ever since the moment they had met.

"No." Claire answered tersely, trying hard not to say anything sarcastic as it was very apparent that the team had not yet returned.

"Do you plan on staying out here all night?" He continued to probe in that overly polite tone.

"Curfew was 12am, what are you still doing about ship?" Claire asked ignoring the question.

"I haven't had a curfew since I was sixteen." He chuckled humourlessly.

Claire didn't like having to instate a curfew, but with a group of people that large, there was bound to be a few troublemakers lurking amongst them. Supplies had already started going missing and more than a few scuffles needed to be broken up amongst the passengers.

Luther was in charge of law enforcement on the Arcadia. There was a lab below deck with holding cells that served as a prison. Spending a few days locked up in a tiny room usually did the trick. Claire was grateful that no crime warranting a more serious punishment had been committed thus far. A curfew seemed the least intrusive rule when compared to having guards roam the hallways and raiding everyone's rooms at random. It would turn Arcadia into nothing more than an ocean faring prison.

So the curfew had been a suggestion, one which the majority of the ship followed simply because it had been the redhead's proposal. Most of them save Leon Kennedy of course.

"Is there something I can help you with Leon?" She asked, her patience wearing thin.

She was already tensed enough at wondering what had gone wrong on Alice's mission. The brunette had been due back hours ago. It was all Claire could do to not fly after them and go in search of the missing team. But Chris had made her promise to wait till morning on the premise that Alice was Alice and Alice could take care of herself. So that was exactly what Claire was doing - for her brother's sake - and at the first sign of daylight over the horizon she was planning on flying to the mainland. Because Alice was Alice and she often ended up in the most dangerous situations without even trying.

"I was just wondering why your brother, Major Chris Redfield of the United States Army isn't in charge of this ship." He still spoke in that same polite voice.

Claire laughed boisterously as she suddenly realised why she disliked Leon. He reminded her of another power hungry douchebag that had constantly and persistently second guessed her every move when she had led the Convoy through the desert. But Claire had to admit, it was a valid question.

"Perhaps you should be asking him that." She told him coolly. "Any particular reason you waited till the early hours of the morning, with not a soul in sight to discuss this with me?" Claire sneered at him.

"Is it true that the real reason we have the ADF is not to defend ourselves against Undead all the way out here in the middle of the ocean where they can't possibly reach us," He smirked sarcastically, completely ignoring her insinuation at the sneaky way he'd planned his confrontation, "but rather so we can protect your lover when Umbrella comes to take back their experiment?" He's expression grew even more smug as he noted Claire tense even further.

The redhead clenched her jaw tightly but said nothing. She could tell him that the ADF was there to assist with raids and defend the survivors should anything require them to actually leave the ship, as Alice was more than capable of defending herself against any onslaught and the passengers needed to be prepared. But it was late and Claire was tired and she really needed Leon to leave or she may take out her frustration on him. At her silence though, Leon chose to laugh and continue aggravating the redhead even further.

"I can't speak for anyone else… well that's a lie, I speak for quite a few humans on this ship, when I say that I hope she doesn't make it back." He stated bitterly. "She's a freak of nature and a danger to us all."

Claire swiftly took a few steps closer to the man and smiled darkly up at him.

"Do you know what happened to the last guy who posed a threat to someone I care about?" She asked him with an eerie calmness that would send a cold shiver down anyone's spine, but Leon just continued to smirk down at her, seemingly unaffected by the iciness in Claire's glare.

"She killed him with her bare hands." K-Mart's groggy yet haughty voice sounded from the helicopter.

Claire cringed internally at the amount of pride she heard in the young blonde's tone as she alluded to that horrid incident with Slater.

"And I'm a decorated officer in the army and used to following orders from great and competent leaders." Chris appeared from the shadows from where he'd been watching the altercation closely. Most probably keeping an eye on Claire to make sure she kept her promise of waiting for daybreak to go search for Alice.

Leon looked from the blonde in the helicopter, to the redhead who was now smirking smugly in front of him. He looked as though he wanted to say more, but refrained and turned around briskly stalking back below deck.

Claire glared after him till he disappeared and Chris joined her side.

"I need to go find her Chris. Something's very wrong. I can feel it."

Claire wasn't even fazed by the interaction between her and Leon. It wasn't the first time her authority had been challenged on the ship, and she was very sure it wouldn't be the last.

"Alice will be okay Claire." K-Mart tried to reassure her. "She always is."

…..

Claire woke with a start, realising she'd fallen asleep without intending to do so. She squinted at the bright sun shining in her eyes and gently moved out from under K-Mart who was sleeping on her shoulder in the helicopter and climbed out. She then took a few deep breaths of the early morning ocean air to assist her in waking up.

Alice wasn't back yet.

She needed to get K-Mart to her cabin, and then she would go looking. Chris would most likely insist on going with her.

"Claire this is Mikey, come in Claire." Mikey's excited voice sounded over the radio.

"This is Claire, go ahead Mikey." Claire spoke steadily even though her heart was already racing in anticipation.

"I need you to come up and listen for yourself." Was all Mikey said and Claire didn't even bother answering as she rushed up to the bridge.

She burst through the door and looked expectantly at the young blonde man, who had a few red marks on his cheek and awful bed hair, from where he'd clearly fallen asleep on the switchboard.

Claire smiled warmly at the sight and motioned for him to go ahead.

Mikey grinned as he pressed a few buttons on the receiver.

"This is the biggest and baddest bitch on the seven seas," Jill Valentine's colourful voice boomed over the speakers, "requesting permission to board the Arcadia. Do not shoot. I repeat. Redfield, do NOT fucking shoot me."

Claire matched Mikey's huge grin.

"How far out is she?"

"About twenty miles and getting closer."

"Guide her to the Docking bay." Claire said excitedly as she abruptly hugged Mikey before rushing out the door.

…..

The redhead stood impatiently outside the door of her and K-Mart's cabin, the one she never slept in as she spent all her nights with Alice. She had gone to fetch the blonde wanting to surprise her with the unexpected arrival of Jill, but one look at the dishevelled young woman and Claire knew that K-Mart would never forgive her if she allowed K to reunite with Jill looking still half asleep, with messy hair, smeared make up and wrinkly clothes.

"Hurry up K!" She shouted banging twice on the door.

The blonde appeared seconds later, rolling her eyes and looking freshened up.

"Why can't you just tell me what's up?" K-Mart groaned as Claire grabbed her arm and dragged her down the passageway. "Is Alice back?" She asked expectantly.

Claire faltered slightly in her stride, but recovered quickly.

"No." She said in a shakier voice than she had intended. "Be patient, you'll see soon enough." She answered as they neared the Docking Bay.

The redhead punched in the code to access the Bay only she, Alice, Chris and Luther had access to. The same was the case for the Armoury and Hanger Bays. It wasn't like they were the only ones she trusted, there were just a few characters on board who Claire didn't trust to not try and extort the information from them for personal gain. It had taken Mikey weeks to crack the initial codes and set up new ones.

She tugged K-Mart inside the bay and the electronic metal doors shut behind them.

"Oh my god!" K-Mart shrieked as she spotted Jill Valentine grinning at her from where she'd just disembarked from her speed boat. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" K-Mart kept on squealing as she jumped excitedly on the balls of her feet, before vaulting toward Jill and flinging herself into the grinning brunette's arms.

Claire beamed at the two of them until K-Mart pulled away from Jill and kissed the unsuspecting woman long and hard, right on the mouth. The only person the action seemed to shock more than Claire was Jill as the brunette stared wide eyed at the young blonde.

"Sorry! I'm just so happy you're alive. And here!" K-Mart shrieked excitedly seemingly not thinking it was a big deal, so Jill relaxed and smiled caringly back at her.

Claire joined the two and she noticed Jill tensing slightly. The redhead smiled as she realised it was probably about the kiss.

"Welcome home Valentine." She grinned genuinely at the brunette, who stepped forward with a nostalgic smile before she embraced Claire tightly.

Claire was the first to step away at the strangely melancholic feel of having the woman hug her as though she was trying to comfort Claire. The leader became instantly suspicious at the coincidence of having Jill show up, just as Alice went missing.

"Nice place you've got here." Jill quipped.

Instead of verbalising the remark about spending hours sorting through wallpaper designs and foregoing the hardwood floors she had thought about, Claire's mind got stuck on her missing lover, in spite of her elation at Jill's return.

"Alice is missing." Claire announced.

Jill's jaw clenched and she nodded not showing a hint of surprise at the statement.

"I need to go look for her. I'm sorry to ask, I know we haven't really had time to catch up, but I'm worried and I have a really bad –

- I'm in Redfield." Jill smiled knowingly. "Whatever you need."

Impulsively Claire hugged the woman again.

"Claire this is Mikey, a Chopper is approaching. It's Alice. I repeat. Alice is on her way back." The young man's voice held his excitement, but Claire still felt immensely apprehensive as she thanked him and rushed back up to the Holding Bay on deck, where Alice would surely land.

It was a long and edgy ten minutes of silence as Chris who was distractedly introduced to Jill, joined K-Mart and Luther, as they warily watched Claire pace in front of them in wait of Alice's arrival.

The helicopter finally landed flawlessly on deck and shut off. Claire watched the brunette casually jump out of the pilot seat. There was no other movement from the back of the Chopper, so she knew that the others had not made it. She swallowed thickly as Alice's eyes shifted to her and held her gaze with a tiny grin.

Alice's eyes then drifted to K-Mart, Chris and Luther and then widened as her grin broadened when she noticed Jill. Claire gathered that everyone was waiting for her to make a move, but she looked to K and nodded to Alice and for the second time that morning, K-Mart shrieked excitedly and bounded toward someone she loved finally having come home.

The other's exchanged brief glances with each other then looked at Claire perplexedly, before going to the brunette as well. All except Jill, who hung back with Claire warily watching the heartfelt reunion.

It was Alice who approached the two women cautiously, everyone was confused at the tension on deck as Alice came to a halt in front of the redhead and smiled hesitantly at her.

Rapidly scanning Alice's face and body for any signs of injury, Claire stared long and hard into the brunette's eyes before leaning up and placing a tender kiss on her lips. Claire broke the kiss and pressed her face into Alice's neck as she held her, trying to breathe in as much of the taller woman as she could.

Abruptly she pulled away and drew her Beretta, aiming it at Alice's chest.

The brunette's eyes widened momentarily as she lifted her hands in the air and presented Claire with a familiar lazy grin.

"Where's Alice?" Claire hissed at the brunette and Jill instantly stepped forward and started cautiously disarming the woman Claire was keeping at gunpoint.

"It's me Claire." Alice stated with clear confusion.

The others approached the scene frowning.

"What's going on?" K-Mart asked, panic filled hazel eyes rapidly moving from the redhead to Alice who kept her gaze fixed on Claire.

"This isn't Alice." Claire said confidently.

"Why would you think that?" Luther asked her studying the lanky brunette suspiciously.

Claire faltered somewhat.

"I just know."

"Are you mad you had to sleep alone last night?" Alice teased with a trademark smirk that had Claire doubting herself again.

Jill went to place the weapons in the closest Chopper before hurrying back and hitting Alice with the handle of her gun at the back of her head. Claire went forward to catch the woman impulsively, sinking down onto the floor and cradling the possible clone in her arms.

"It's not her?" K-Mart asked as bewildered as the two men watching on.

Claire shook her head.

"She's different." Claire whispered as she stared down at fake Alice's face. "It felt different when she kissed me…" Claire clenched her jaw. "And she doesn't smell the same. And she called me Claire." She added the last part quickly, knowing that it wasn't much to go on, but she could count on her hands the amount of times Alice had called her by her given name.

It had been over twenty four hours since she'd last seen Alice, and if someone asked her to describe Alice's scent she wouldn't be able to. But it was the one thing that had remained constant since the desert. It had jogged her memory back in the prison showers. Claire spent her nights with her face buried into Alice's neck, after having kissed her goodnight. Not to mention the way 'Alice' had looked at her. Claire couldn't explain it, but her Alice had a way of looking right into her. Based on those three things alone: the way she kissed, smelled and looked at Claire, things that were uniquely Alice, Claire was confident that the woman in her arms was not the woman that she loved.

They carried the fake Alice to the large lab below deck that housed five holding cells. Claire refused to dwell on what Umbrella had used them for prior to her arrival on the Arcadia. She watched as Chris gently placed the stranger on a bunk in one of the cells.

"You need to search her." Jill told Claire gently.

It took Claire a while to realize what the shorter brunette was implying and then looked meaningfully at her brother, who guided Luther out the door.

Kneeling down next to the small bunk, she opted to start at the bottom and gently removed her Alice's boots from the stranger's feet and started padding up her body. Claire found two hidden knives, which she discarded, continuing to run her hands up long, toned legs. She removed the familiar military corset and felt around fake Alice's waist and abdomen.

"It's definitely not her." Claire murmured as she noticed that this Alice wasn't quite as defined as her lover.

Knowing that it was undeniably a clone she was dealing with, Claire grew uncomfortable at the way she was almost molesting the unconscious woman. But not prepared to watch Jill feel up someone who looked exactly like Alice, she awkwardly continued feeling around the curve of fake Alice's breasts, running her hand through the valley between them and frowned.

She picked up a knife and cut open the top of the clone's t-shirt to reveal a small, glowing red scarab. Claire instinctively pulled the device from the sleeping brunette, threw it to the ground and stomped on it.

K-Mart had jumped back when she saw the scarab that she too had been the barer of before.

"Why don't you tell me what you know Jill?" Claire told the shorter woman, who seemed the least surprised at everything that was happening.

Jill nodded and motioned for Claire to follow her into the adjacent room where Luther and Chris were waiting.

"She's human, so she'll be out for a few hours." Jill said casually as she exited the room.

The scarab that was on fake Alice was a smaller version compared to the ones used on the Convoy in Alaska. And according to Jill, it allowed for better control over its host. It also didn't cause the severe memory loss it had with Claire after being attached over a long period of time.

So with this information, the redhead sat inside the cell with its disturbingly white walls, wondering if Alice's clone would be as freaked out by them as the Original Alice always seemed to be.

The others were waiting in the lab, not liking Claire being alone in there with the stranger at all. But Jill had said that the clone was human, and Claire was armed. She figured that since this woman shared so much of Alice's personality, the quickest way to get her on the offense, would be to crowd her in the tiny white space.

She sat up straighter, hand clasped on her gun still holstered at her thigh as she watched the woman on the bunk slowly waking up. Claire watched the brunette in amazement at how similar her mannerisms were to Alice's. Even the way the lanky blonde languidly stretched and swung her long legs off the side of the bed, was the exact same graceful movements.

"There's some water next to your feet." Claire murmured warily as those familiar green eyes locked onto her.

The clone said nothing as she leaned down and picked up the glass of water, emptying it in one go, before rubbing the back of her neck and wincing in pain, from the bump Jill had left behind.

Definitely not Alice, Claire reassured herself.

"Are you Number One?' She asked and the clone's eyes flashed towards her again and a wide lazy grin spread across her face.

"Alice told you about me?" She asked with an almost child-like excitement that had Claire smiling back in response.

"She thought you died." Claire told the clone, trying to remind herself that she was there for a reason. "What happened after you crashed in Tokyo?"

"During our fight on the VTOL, Wesker injected me with an antidote for the T-Virus. It worked slow enough to allow me to heal after we crashed." She started answering. "I looked for his body in the wreckage, but he was gone and I was so weak I had lost consciousness. When I woke up again it was in an Umbrella laboratory…" She trailed off and looked around her. "Kinda looked a lot like this one." She smirked at Claire who involuntarily smiled back at her again. "They kept me there for months, periodically drawing blood and running tests. I eventually found out that they were hoping that I wasn't human. Seemed as though they were unable to create clones of Alice's DNA that could successfully bond with the virus since Isaacs died." She gritted her teeth, visibly trying to control her anger at the mention of the Umbrella scientist's name. "They were convinced that they needed the original Alice to do that. So they put the control device on me so I could take her place here as to not arouse any suspicion. I was aware of everything I was doing, but could do nothing but follow the Red Queen's orders. I'm sorry Claire." She apologised sincerely.

Claire nodded and offered her a consolatory smile.

"Are you feeling okay?" Claire asked her softly.

"I may be human now, but it will take a lot more than a sucker punch from Jill Valentine to keep me down." Number one smirked smugly and Claire chuckled.

"Nice to see you've regained your senses." Jill appeared in the door of the cell.

"Nice to see every part of you, Jill." The clone drawled seductively. "As always."

Claire frowned at the way Number One was looking at Jill, even though she wasn't Alice. She cleared her throat to purposely interrupt their moment and stood up.

"Luther, Chris, could you come in here please." She called to the men who stepped into the holding cell after Jill, followed closely by K-Mart who flat out refused to leave the laboratory.

"So in summary." Claire started, to make sure everyone was on the same page and that she understood correctly what both Jill and Number One had told her. "Jill was captured by Umbrella in Alaska and because of her status as an ex-S.T.A.R.S member was taken to an Umbrella facility to join them as head of security until a rogue agent helped her escape, informing her that Albert Wesker had demanded it done." Claire looked to Jill who nodded that it was the truth.

"Jill was then instructed to come here and warn us that the Red Queen had taken over Umbrella Corp and was on a mission to capture Alice, so she may be cloned and re-assimilated as a weapon. This computer program is hauled up at an underground Umbrella base in northern Russia, where she's psychotically running various simulations over and over again, collecting data on the outcomes of the spread of the virus to try and gain control of the Undead, as was her initial purpose. Like a glitch of some sort?" She asked Jill who nodded again.

"Arcadia was also a temporary storage space for humans in case the Red Queen ran out of test dummies for her simulations, until Wesker got the bright idea that eating people, would help him control the spread of the T-Virus in his system and that's why he invaded the ship and the original Arcadia crew escaped upon seeing his cannibalistic tendencies."

Jill was now just nodding along without Claire having to ask.

"Then he noticed the Convoy members on-board and waited for Alice to show up, because clearly eating her would solve all of his problems – don't you dare make a crude joke about my and Alice's sex life right now Jill." Claire warned pointing an accusing finger at Jill whose lips were parted like she was indeed going to say something most probably regarding 'eating' Alice, but she shut it summarily and grinned impishly.

Claire rolled her eyes at the brunette, only barely suppressing a smile. She'd really missed the shorter woman.

"Alice did kill Wesker, but that was actually a clone of the original Wesker who he had experimented on before he risked taking the mutated form of the virus himself?" Claire asked Jill.

"Yeah. The Wesker that made Number One human again and the one who told me where to find you and Alice, is the original. He's a lot less psychotic, but he's still a power hungry egomaniac and he does have a strain of the virus that makes him faster and harder to kill." Jill explained. "I don't trust him. But what I do know, is that he wants Alice alive."

"And the Red Queen has her in Russia at the moment." Claire breathed rubbing at her temples. "Does she control everyone with those scarabs Number One had on?"

"Some of the humans she captures yes. But the clones she creates in the facility are more like robots than anything else. They are manufactured with the sole purpose of obeying her every command. Their control devices are internal."

"How many?" Claire clenched and unclenched her jaw.

"Thousands."

"Alice will get herself out of there." Number One stated confidently. "She still has her abilities doesn't she?"

"And she has Ada Wong helping her." Jill said. "We need to go and extract them both and destroy the facility."

"Who's Ada Wong?" Luther asked.

"She helped me escape from Umbrella. She works with Wesker."

"Alice is gonna kill her before she can even try and help." Claire chuckled humourlessly.

"Don't underestimate Ada." Jill smirked knowingly, eliciting a curious look from Claire. The redhead said nothing though at the faint blush that covered Jill's features under her stare.

"So Wesker the Cannibal is dead. Wesker the original Asshole wants Alice out of Russia for other ulterior motives. Number One is alive and human. Alice is being held captive in Russia, where the Red Queen is attempting to brainwash her back on team Umbrella. Ada Wong will be helping Alice escape. We will go and fetch them and then blow the whole facility to bits. That it?" Claire asked looking from Jill to Number One who was grinning at her in a way that made Claire look back to Jill instead.

She kept on forgetting that it wasn't really Alice looking at her like that. It was fucking weird.

"We should get going, I've got a purging device and the tech we'll need in the speedboat. We're also working on a timeline. Ada should be making contact with Alice soon."

Claire turned to Number One, before she could even ask anything the clone was grabbing her shoes.

"I'm fine Claire. I love blowing up Umbrella facilities." She chuckled lowly and grinned up at Claire, producing another swirl of conflicting emotions within the redhead.

"K will you get Number One some clean clothes please? Some of mine." She asked the blonde who had been staring dumbfounded at the clone but eventually nodded and hurried off.

Claire couldn't have Number One look like her Alice and then still walk around in Alice's clothes too. She'd have to get her other guns from the armoury as well. Once K-Mart was out of earshot she turned to her brother.

"Jill, Number One and I will go fetch Alice."

Chris laughed boisterously at the statement.

"Try saying that to me again. Maybe I'll let it happen." He smiled at her.

Claire sighed and looked to Luther.

"We can't all leave the ship. These people are counting on us to protect them." Claire stressed to the two stubborn men.

"Angel can run things." Luther told her.

"You have protocols in place, in case of a freak infection, in case of an Umbrella attack -" Chris started.

- in case of a tsunami, or a cyclone – "Luther continued.

- or an alien invasion, or the Arcadia hitting an iceberg." Chris laughed and Claire hit him playfully on the arm.

So she liked to be prepared. So what?

"The passengers have been drilling for months." Chris told her soberly. "They know what to do Claire. Angel knows what to do. L.J, Betty and Mikey will keep everyone calm, tell them we're off on a raid. No one will expect anything if Alice goes with us." Chris nodded to Number One who smirked at Claire, unsettling the redhead all over again.

"And whose gonna tell K-Mart she's not coming?" Claire challenged their well thought out plan. "You think she's just gonna let all of us go? She just got Jill back and she loves you two like brothers and then there's the fact that it's Alice we need to go find."

"Well that's why you are Captain." Chris smirked as he laid a hand on her shoulder. "Good luck. We'll go get geared up and meet you in the Hanger Bay."

Claire sighed.

"We're taking a VTOL." She shouted after them and turned back to find Number One standing right in front of her.

Claire started slightly and took a step back.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to sneak up on you." The brunette grinned devilishly, not looking sorry at all.

"It's fine." Claire answered trying to hide how disconcerting the clone's presence was to her. "What?" She asked defensively as Number one just kept on staring at her.

"I can see what Alice meant." She husked letting her eyes wander purposely across Claire's face, resting briefly on her lips, eliciting a shiver down the redhead's spine.

She wanted to run away from Number One, it was all so very confusing, but she couldn't leave K-Mart alone with the clone when the blonde returned, even though she didn't fear the woman whom Alice had trusted so implicitly.

"What can you see?" Claire whispered, faltering slightly under the intense stare.

Number one chuckled sagely and steadily backed away from Claire before sitting down on the bunk.

"Think it's best to not discuss the intricacies of why a woman like me, would be attracted to a woman like you Claire. I already kissed you and since I'm human there would be absolutely no way to protect myself against Alice's wrath." She chuckled and Claire laughed too but sobered soon after as the reality of the situation seemed to hit her all at once.

"Tell me she'll be fine. That they just want to control her and not kill her." Claire implored.

The clone sighed heavily before answering.

"For Alice and I, there are things a whole lot worse than dying." Number One answered sombrely.

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A/N: Just a reminder that this is a Clairice Aberfield story, told from Alice and Claire's POV's. Any other romantic entanglements are completely secondary and will not be focused on too much. For example, who will pop K-Mart's cherry. And I haven't decided whether that cherry will be popped in this FF or not ;-P Perhaps I'll pair her with Wesker… Muhahaha