Rebecca

"What are you doing?" Wesker asked me, returning from his study.

I was sitting on top of the counter, next to the stove, as I waited for the pot of water to boil.

"Waiting," I told him, smiling.

He came forward slowly, like a panther. I loved that he didn't wear sunglasses in his house because now I could see his eyes. Those absolutely luscious, dark green, eyes.

He stood in front of me, a perfect blond eyebrow arched. "What are you waiting for?"

"The water to boil; I'm hungry," I explained to him.

"Why don't you go relax on couch? I'll do this," he told me.

"Come closer first," I said to him.

After a moment, he hesitantly took a step forward. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. I felt him tense against me right before he removed my arms from him and pulled away.

I bit my lower lip before sliding off the counter and retreating to the living room, feeling as stupid as one can get.

A few minutes later and Wesker came into the living room, carrying two large bowls filled with mac & cheese. He handed me one before sitting on the other end of the leather couch.

He turned on the TV, but I could tell that he wasn't really paying attention to it. Of course, I only knew this because at least once a minute I was looking over at him. Somehow, he didn't notice it, or, at least, didn't comment on it.

When I was done, I got up and went into the kitchen. I put away my dishes before going back to the living room.

Wesker had put his bowl-still half full, by the way-on a side table. He was reclining back on the couch, his eyes closed. I was led to assume he was asleep, or at least trying to, because he had lowered the volume on the TV.

Just go upstairs. Don't look at him and go upstairs.

He just looked so...relaxed. It seemed so unlike Wesker that I wished I had a camera to take a picture. But I didn't, so the best I could do was stand there and take it in.

I walked around and sat back on the couch, but this time closer to Wesker, trying to be as silent as I could. I slowly laid down, putting my head on his lap. It felt safe to be there, with him.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep.


I woke up in the bed upstairs, the quilt loosely tucked around me. Sun was shining in through the window, warming the bed and me. I looked around the walls for a clock and was slightly stunned to see a coo-coo clock.

I sighed as I saw it was six o'clock. Might as well get up now, I told myself as I slowly got up. As I was standing up and stretching, I noticed my robe was lying on top the set of drawers. I stared at it for a second before getting ready for the rest of the day.


As I walked downstairs, I became aware of rather good smells from the kitchen. I stopped and peered around the wall, kind of like how characters in a cartoon would.

I felt myself nearly lose my balance and fall right on my face as I saw Wesker.

His back was to me, but it was better like that. I could freely stare at his muscled back. His black pants-the same kind of pants I think he wears every day-were slung low around his hips.

I straightened myself and stepped into the kitchen. "Good morning," I said to him.

He glanced over his shoulder, briefly smiling at me. His sunglasses were back on, unfortunately, but the shirtlessness made up for that. "Good morning, did you sleep well?" he asked me.

"Very well, thank you. What about you?" I asked him as I walked over to the stove.

"Well enough to survive a day at work," he told me. "Go sit down, breakfast is almost ready."


When the two of us walked into the office at eight fifteen, I was full of scrambled eggs and potatoes and the idea that today would be like every other day and that I would be doing paperwork.

However, apparently this was not planned to be the case.

Wesker opened the door for me and I walked in. Surprisingly, nobody was there; I could already tell that Wesker was going to verbally bite their heads off when they all got here.

"Surprise!" Practically everyone from S.T.A.R.S. popped up from behind desks, startling me so much that I backed up into Wesker.

I felt like a deer in headlights, not to mention that I was utterly confused. I looked up at Wesker for any indication of what was going. All he did was shrug.

Jill came over to me, her left hand slipping into my left. "It's your first week at S.T.A.R.S. party!" the brunette told me before whispering, "and Barry's barbeque got cancelled on Friday, so we needed a party.

I smiled. It almost felt good to know that there was another reason.

So instead of doing work that wonderful Tuesday in July, we all goofed off. I got to know everyone's names, and I talked to Jill, Chris, Forest, and Richard a lot.

At five o'clock, where it seemed like half of S.T.A.R.S. was tipsy or drunk-they'd started drinking at about noon-people started to leave. By six o'clock, it was just Jill, Barry, Enrico, Wesker, and me. The three men were talking in Wesker's office-mind you, where he'd been all day-while Jill was talking to me about some shoes she'd seen on sale.

"Rebecca," she half whined.

I had been thinking about Wesker... I guess I have to stop being so distracted.

"Earth to Becca!" Jill said, waving her hand in front of my face.

"I'm listening," I told her. "Leather pumps, originally one seventy, now eighty-eight."

"What color?" she asked.

"Blue," I replied, smiling.

She smiled back at me. "You're right. I have to ask you, what's going on with you and Wesker?" she asked me.

I was actually surprised that she hadn't asked me sooner. Despite that, I hadn't had anything planned. I had no idea what I was supposed to say.

"Nothing is going on," I told Jill. "He just didn't want me to be alone."

"So nothing has actually happened between you two? Like, no breakfast at the diner? Or meeting his goddaughter?" she asked.

"I ran into them at the park while I was running," I explained to her. "Where did you hear that anyway?"

"An old birdie named Hilda. She wanted to know all about you; she said she hadn't seen Wesker with anyone in six years; imagine that! No sex for six years," the brunette told me, a smirk on her lips.

In the next minute, Enrico and Barry came out. They both said their good-byes to us before leaving. I looked over to the door of Wesker's office to see it closed once again. I sighed, putting my face against my jaw.

"Do you want me to stay until he gets out?" Jill asked, bringing her left foot up onto the desk next to her.

"I guess," I said softly. "Though that might not be until midnight."

She shrugged. "I'm willing to stay if you're willing to have company," she told me.

"Thanks," I muttered.

Jill leaned over and hugged me. "I just wanted to let you know you're braver than I am," she whispered into my ear.

I pulled away, frowning in confusion. "How am I brave?"

"For putting up with what you did," Jill told me.

"Oh...I'm not brave for that," I said. "I'm a coward for not do anything about it."

Jill tucked stray hair behind my ear. "You made through it though," she reminded me.

I smiled slightly. "Only because of Wesker," I reminded her.

At that moment, he came out of his office. "Rebecca, are you ready to go now?" he asked me.

I slid off my desk. "Yeah. Good night Jill, see ya tomorrow," I told my new friend.

"G'night, Rebecca, Captain," she said to us as we walked out.

"Did you have fun?" Wesker asked me as I got into his car.

"Yeah, lots. I noticed you stayed holed up in your office," I told him as he sat down and started the car.

"If it helps, I wasn't talking work with Enrico and Barry," he said in return.

"It doesn't really. You could've at least tried to be around everybody else."

He took a deep breath before speaking again. "Do you want to go to the Burton's barbeque with me Friday?" he asked.

For a moment, I was stunned into silence. "You'll actually go?"

"Yes."

"And socialize?"

"Yes, Rebecca, just answer my question," he told me. I loved how his voice got lower as he talked to me.

I smiled in satisfaction. "Why, yes, of course I'll go with you.

By the light of the street lamps, I saw Captain Albert Wesker smile. I'd seen him smile with Sherry, but with me it felt...different.

It was wonderful.


Author's Note:I know this is a long-ish chapter for me, and I just want to let you know that the lengths probably will continue to vary somewhat. Thank you again to everyone who is reviewing-I really appreciate it!

~HolleringHawk65