"The World Was on Fire and No One Could Save Me but You. It's Strange What Desire Will Make Foolish People Do. I Never Dreamed That I'd Meet Somebody Like You. And I Never Dreamed That I'd Lose Somebody Like You. No, I Don't Want to Fall in Love With You. (The World is Gonna Break Your Heart.)" Wicked Game, Chris Isaak

Sherry awoke to the comfort of a warm body wrapped around her. Her neck and back were wet with sweat and his tears. She heard him sob lightly between his deep breaths. Jake must have been asleep. His soft sighs and scruffy facial hair tickled her back. Despite what had happened, she felt at peace. She remembered the look in Jake's eyes as he surrendered himself to G. He was afraid and disgusted with himself. She wondered if that's what he thought of her, not just G. No, she knew better than that. Jake loved her. He wanted G out of her body and he wanted it over with quickly. Surprisingly, Sherry felt relieved. She kissed his hand softly, stirring him from his sleep.

"Good morning, super girl." He whispered in her ear, placing a soft kiss on her neck. He had nearly forgotten she was aware of everything G was doing. He wondered if she felt any of that anger. In a way, it may have been a good thing. If she was willing to give him a chance, he would show her what real love was. Sherry rolled to face him, his sad blue eyes staring up at the dim light above, too ashamed to face her now.

"Jake... It's okay. Really, I'm fine. I know you had to." She whispered in his ear, answering his silent questions. "Jake... Look at me." She tilted his head up to her, her palm on his face, gently tracing the line of his scar with her thumb. He closed his eyes, feeling the warmth in her touch. He missed her soft, little fingers against his skin. He cupped her small hand in his, leaning into her touch. He shook his head, unable to look her in the eyes, he forced his cheek against her touch to stare into the light.
"I'm sorry, Sherry... It's still not right..." He closed his eyes as he continued. "I couldn't stop G. Not without..." He shook his head again. "What have I done.!?" he felt disgusted with himself. He wanted to throw up, more so, he wanted to die. He couldn't hold back his tears as he began to hyperventilate, anxiety taking him over.

She crawled upon his chest and looked into his eyes. His were filled with tears and hurt. He closed them against his will, wanting to take in the beauty of the woman who was too good to blame him for his own actions. He tried again to speak but she cut him off, shushing him softly. Her breath was warm and inviting against his face as she leaned in to kiss him softly. "It's okay, Jake. I wanted you to be my first. It's okay because it was you." She kissed him deeper as he tried to will himself away but Sherry always had a way with him. He couldn't resist her. He opened his eyes, happy to see that she was Sherry and not G seducing him. He still tried to search for words as their eyes danced together. He felt warm and almost relieved in her arms, like nothing else mattered in the world but Sherry. Her blue eyes serenaded him as he lay beneath her, battered and broken. Her loving gaze made him feel alive. His breathing returned to normal as his heart calmed.

Sherry had only a slight hint of sorrow in her eyes, wanting to console him. She had never seen Jake like this. He was the shadow of the man she knew. Broken, bleeding, ashamed of himself. She couldn't bare it much longer. Yes, she knew by the tone of his voice when he was with G that he wouldn't let G enjoy him. G had enjoyed him anyways no wonder how painful he made it. Sherry sighed softly. She always pictured it would have been different. "It was not my first time." She whispered it allowed, startling both Jake and herself with the realization. It was true, she barely experienced it anyways. It was G who had consented and taking their first time together away from both of them. G had raped Jake, not the other way around. Now he lay here, too disgusted and ashamed to even comfort Sherry, too lost in his own world.

She thought back to the night when he taught her she was worthy of love, worthy of experiencing pleasure in his hallow, infected shell. He was the only man that didn't see her as a science project, the only person that didn't view her as a monster after seeing her hidden powers. Even as G, she knew he couldn't help but want to love her truly. She felt all of his hesitations, saw the look in his eyes, the tremors in his voice. Sherry was used to her body being abused and broken. Jake loved her, she knew that now and it was her that needed to heal him, for their future's sake.

"Jake... We can make this right." She whispered in his ear, kissing his jawline softly. "Please..." She shook her head above him, her blonde hair licking his skin. "I need you to love me." Sherry stood up and went to the table, taking the knife from their dinner the night before. She looked at it solemnly as Jake watched. She couldn't bare to see the wounds all over his body, the blood still running from some of them. She cut her hand, fighting against the virus so it wouldn't close. The blood ran down her arm to her elbow. "Let me heal you." She put out her hand to take his. He hesitated before agreeing willingly. He gave her a nod and she cut his hand, pressing her palm to his. They panted as their blood fused together, staring each other in the eyes as they sat facing each other on the floor. They kissed as their wounds healed, all the injuries from G healing on his skin, leaving no scars as their hands closed. They kissed each other endlessly as time stood still.

Jake pulled himself away, finally truly facing her gaze, staring into her blue-grey eyes. "Sherry... You know this will never end well." He pushed her away lightly, scoffing as he stared off at nothing beside him. "I told you... Don't love me." He crossed his arms over his chest and went to sit against the wall opposite to her. Sherry had her arms outreached, dropping them to the floor in vein.
"Jake. I don't care. I'm not asking you to join the DSO or BSAA. I know you won't ever work a 9-5, buried in paperwork on your days off." She shook her head, wrapping her arms around her knees as she pulled them to her chest. Her dress sprawled out around her like a princess. His heart was breaking with her words that should comfort him. She truly was too innocent, too pure, too good for a mercenary like Jake Muller.
"Sherry, what are you saying?" His voice was cracking as he stared into her eyes, wondering why she could even look at him now, let alone, love him?

"I can't help it if you are my hearts desire, my reason to live. You make me feel alive. Together? We can do anything. We can take on the world." She crawled over to him slowly, wrapping her arms around him. At first, he hesitated, then couldn't help but throw his arms around her. "I love you Jake... I can't help it." She put her cheek on his face and forced him to turn and look at her once more. "I don't care who you think you are and who you don't want to be. I love the man that you are, right now. So if your actions are all lies... Please keep lying to me." She kissed him deeply, pushing her hands against his shoulders in case he resisted. "Make this right for both of this, right now... I give you my consent."

Jake shot her a confused look, furrowing his brows with annoyance and grief. "Sherry, I consciously defiled you. I stole your innocence. I..." Sherry cut him off with another brief kiss.
"No, Jake. you didn't. G forced you upon me and you had no choice. I'd rather see you alive than dead by my own hands." Sherry stared at her hands, sharking her head at the realization of how things could have played out. "Please, Jake. Set aside reality. We know we won't be together. Our first time together was stolen from us last night. Just please, love me." He said nothing, trying to look away from her again. She grabbed his face with her hands, "I see the way you look at me, even now Jake. Why else are you so hurt?" Tears ran down both their cheeks as they stared into each other's eyes, both panting with anxiety. "Please, love me just this once. No matter what has happened and what may happen, I will always love you, Jake Muller."

They stared at each other for a long time, Sherry waiting for his answer, Jake questioning what was happening. Sherry didn't care what he did, she just wanted him. She wanted to feel his love and she would have it. The shame and guilt left him at the realization of how much she felt for him. He didn't know such a thing was humanly possible, especially when neither of them was really human anymore. Sherry was so good to him, even when he was that asshole he met in Edonia. Always had been, always would be. He couldn't help but love her to. He wasn't lying to her, he was lying to himself. Afraid to get hurt. Afraid to lose her. He fell too hard and too deep this time, unable to let go. He hesitated, then kissed her deeply. She moaned lightly, satisfied with his silent answer as he wrapped his arms around her. If the old Jake was told he would one day grow into love with his soul mate by anyone, he would have laughed in their face. Now, he was just terrified of losing her forever.

Jake leaned in nervously. Sherry closed her eyes softly as Jake's lashes blinked against her skin. They shared a few breaths, staring at each other's lips, looking in each other's eyes. She leaned into him, waiting for him to do the same. "Sherry," he whispered in her ear, "Are you sure you want this? We don't have to..." They interrupted each other, their words going back and forth like a tennis game.
"Jake, if you don't want to we don't..."
"No, I want this, too." Jake learned in and kissed her softly before parting her lips slowly with his tongue. He hesitated until she kissed him back, forever asking her permission. The kiss was not what Sherry expected from him. He was soft and sweet at first, finally letting himself go with her lead. He kissed her passionately, deepening the kiss as he took command of her mouth. She purred against his kiss, her body meshing to his as she put her arms around him.

Sherry slid his hand up to her dress. Jake fumbled with it as if he had never been with a woman before. He broke the kiss, panting, asking permission with his eyes. She led his hands to slide the dress off of her body. It fell to the floor in a sexy heap. She removed the tattered remains of Jake's clothing, wearing of what G had done to him. "Wait." Sherry stepped away from him and took the knife from the dinner table. "Let me heal you." She took his hand in hers and waited for him to nod. Jake agreed and Sherry cut their hands. She pressed her palm to his, allowing her blood to flow into him. Her blood repaired the claw and bite marks in his skin instantly. They held onto each other, both experiencing the sensation of their skin healing. She kissed his neck softly, trying to comfort him, knowing how unpleasant the feeling was.

Jake recovered from the new sensation. He looked deeply into her eyes, wrapping his arms around her, asking permission. He lifted her up so her legs were around his waist. Sherry moaned into his kisses, her body melding against his. Jake broke the kiss and laid her gently on the bed before climbing between her legs. "Are you sure about this?" He spoke softly, his face stoic and eyes demanding an answer as he looked for any sign of hesitation. She ran her fingers up his neck to stroke his hair, her other hand sliding up his abs to his pecs.
"More sure than anything I've ever done." Sherry smiled softly at him. She licked her lips, missing the pressure of his on hers. She couldn't take his eyes off of him as she took in every little scar on his face, the perfection of his muscular body. He tilted her head back with his hand, running his fingers through her hair, hesitating as he looked into her eyes. "Please, Jake." She whispered, her eyes never leaving his. "Please, take me. I'm all yours."

Jake nodded softly. She didn't have to ask twice. His body shivered as she begged. He had wanted this for so long and he wanted to enjoy being inside of her. He forced the guilt and the shame out of his mind as he lowered himself between her thighs, guiding himself gently. He shivered again against her touch as she slid her hand down to his, her other hand stroking the scar on his face lightly. He never gave girl permission to touch him there, only Sherry. It aroused him that she wasn't disgusted by it. Sherry would never judge him for what he had done before. He loved that about her. She didn't care who he was before, she loved him completely.

Sherry touched him impatiently, trying to guide him to her. Jake gasped as he made contact. Despite what he did with G, Sherry's virus was a man's ultimate fantasy. He took her gently, slowly as her body was still virginal. Sherry cried out in pain and pleasure, her lips parting from his ever so slightly. She kissed him harder and he hesitated, holding himself back. One of her hands was still on his length, the other gripping the sheets. He supported himself with his hands above her, stairing into her eyes. "Are you okay, super girl?" He smiled ever so softly as he searched her eyes. She gave a nod.
"I'm fine, please, don't stop." She shook her head softly, her eyes pleading for him to continue. He nodded softly.
"Just a sec." He whispered, grabbing one of the pillows from behind her head. He folded it and slipped it under her bottom, knowing it would correct her angle so he wouldn't hurt her. He positioned himself again and pressed himself against her entrance. "I'm going to move again, okay?" She nodded and he hesitated before giving another push, this time going deeper upon entry.

Sherry's hand went from his length to her lips as she bit the knuckle of her index finger, gasping with pleasure. He let her adjust to the feeling before kissing her again. "Shhhh..." He whispered in her ear, "If you keep doing that I'm going to bust before we even get started."
"Is it... all the way?" She whispered in his ear. Jake lifted his head, cocking it with a smirk as he shook it.
"God no! Still got a long way to go." Jake chuckled and moved again, pressing into her deeper. He kissed her hard and moaned through her lips, trying to hold himself back from bucking his hips. He felt her body tense up against him as he lay fully ontop of her. She turned her head to the side, her cheeks flushing with pleasure and embarrassment. He smiled softly, loving how ladylike she was. He waited until her body relaxed then he bit her shoulder softly, suckling it as he allowed himself to full take her. He moaned into her ear and licked up her neck, then let his breath tickle her wet skin. She cried out again against his touch.

"Are you ready?" He whispered softly in her ear. Sherry nodded, her voice shakey as she breathed her words.
"Yes." That was all Jake needed to hear. He started slowly, gently as he rocked himself against her body, slowly building intensity as he held himself back. He kissed her neck softly, allowing her the space to go through her emotions. She grasped his back tightly, digging her fingers into his back as her hands slid slightly on him. Jake threw his head back and closed his eyes, trying to slow his breathing and excitement down and she continued to cry out beneath him.
"Shhh..." He whispered softly, opening his eyes. Sherry turned her head instinctively and stared deeply into his. "Goddamn girl," he shook his head as her body began to match his pace, "You are going to kill me." Sherry had a look of shock and realization come across her face. She didn't realize the sounds she was hearing was her own cries. It was like an outter body experience as she allowed the pleasure to consume her.

She brought her hand to his face, her thumb tracing his scar. She pulled him down, raising her head to meet his lips with her own. They kissed each other wildly, deeply, their tongues matching their movements, only breaking away for a breath of air. Sherry cried out as the intensity was nearing it's peak. Jake pressed himself lower to her as Sherry pushed herself up against him, her body writhing against his as their motions syncronized fully. He moaned and grunted against her shoulder, trying to hold back. She began to shake her head, "Jake... I..." He looked into her eyes. She had the look of a deer in headlights. "I'm going to faint..." Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she shut them, pressing her head into the pillow as her back arched towards Jake. She stared at him, her eyes barely open, whimpering beneath him.

Jake smiled wickedly and pulled Sherry up to him. She gasped out, throwing her head back as gravity pulled him deeper inside of her. He repositioned her halfway off the mattress so her head and shoulders were on the floor. "Nah-uh, super girl." He smirked, whispering in her ear. "Not yet." He slid his hands up hers, pinning her by the wrists to the floor. "I'm going to give you what you deserve." His eyes twinkled with trouble as she looked at him with both excitement and confusion. She felt lightheaded as her blood went to her head. Jake began to move again, earning another cry of pleasure from her lips. He chuckled before joining in with his own grunts again, taking her at full force.

"I'm going to faint." Her lips trembled as she repeated herself.
"Do you trust me?" He learned back, pausing his movements as he released her wrists. He admired her beautiful naked form before him. She nodded, barely able to say yes. He licked from her stomach, up between her breasts to her lips and kissed her deeply as he repositioned himself above her. He wrapped one arm around her waist, pinning her wrists with his other free forearm. He kissed her deeply with a chuckle, moaning into her mouth as he continued. She cried out, the new angle driving her wild. Jake released the kiss to suckle and admire her breasts and neck, licking her lips and tongue occassionally as Sherry's movements became erratic. Jake moaned in to her ears, pushing her over the edge as his own movements became wild, losing their rhithym. "Come with me, super girl." He spoke softly but direct, commanding her to submit to him.

Sherry's eyes darted for a moment. She didn't know how to let go. The world was fading around her, her sounds once again distant. She no longer knew when one movement ended and the next began. She forced her eyes opened and stared into his as their faces came nose to nose. She stared deeply into his eyes, the only thing she could see anymore as the pleasure took over. The passion and love she had for him took over, consuming her. Sherry found herself sighing, mumbling, crying out his name like a prayer, swearing random profanities that were met with a look of delight on Jake's face.

He pressed himself deeper into her with a grunt as his body tensed, his movements slow and precise as he drove into her. Her body still arched against his, taking Jake as he now cried out again, falling to his forearms above her, his head on her shoulder as he whimpered, his body pulsing against hers. At some point they finally came to a stop. They found themselves lost in each other's eyes again between soft kisses.

Jake rolled them over so Sherry was laying on top of him. He pulled the blanket up over them, concealing their nudity. He could still feel her warm, smooth thighs shivering over his hips. He smiled softly at her, breathing deeply as he tried to catch his breath. She did the same. They found themselves lost in each other's eyes. She lay her head against his chest to hear his heart beat, a reminder that she no longer had to be alone. No matter what had happened to them or would happen to them, they had to be together. She allowed herself to trust him, to be vulnerable and it was the strongest she ever felt before. Sherry had a new sense of confidence in the arms of her love. Nothing could take that from her now.

"I Can't Escape this Hell. So Many Times I've Tried But I'm Still Caged Inside. Somebody Get Me Through This Nightmare. I Can't Control Myself. So What If You Can See the Darkest Side of Me? No One Will Ever Change This Animal I Have Become? Help Me Believe It's Not the Real Me. Somebody Help Me Tame This Animal." Animal I Have Become, Three Days Grace

Jake lost himself in Sherry. She completed him. He could always read her worried looks like a psychic. She always knew when he was hiding his true feelings or needed a kick in his ass. How could they not come to this realization before? This is where they should have been a long time ago, in each other's arms. He fought it for so long with every excuse in the book when really he was just afraid to lose her. He hesitated as he touched her.

Even after what had happened, Sherry was still a virgin. Even if it wasn't for her super powers to physically restore her, he would have seen her as one in his eyes. It wasn't Sherry Jake had taken before, it was G. He smiled softly, putting his forehead to hers as they shared each other's breaths. She was so pure, so innocent and now he had finally fulfilled her desire by being her first. He hadn't been with a girl like that since he was young and even then, he had never felt this way before. He enjoyed this on a spiritual level, not just as a typical virgin slayer like most guys. They lay panting after a night of passion, both exhausted and covered in sweat. They watched each other for a short while.

Jake rolled them over in one swift movement, wrapping his arms around her in a warm embrace as he threw the blanket around them. Sherry's breaths calmed as she drifted to sleep on top of him, both of them satisfied completely. Jake felt happy. All the grief, guilt and sadness gone from his being. G may have tried to steal their first night together but it was salvaged. He finally knew how he really felt about Sherry. This bond was unbreakable and no one could take it from them. His best friend, his true love, the only person he trusted in the world, lay peacefully in his arms. For once in his life, he was truly happy as the man he was. Her man.

Nothing could ruin this moment had they been anyone else but Jake Muller and Sherry Birkin, the cursed offspring of insane geniuses. The vines slunk into the room through the trap door above. Jake noticed them immediately, his eyes filling with rage. "Why... Why now?" They didn't even have time for pillow talk. He tried to hold onto Sherry, delaying the inevitable as she was yanked from her sleep and his arms in one fail swoop. The vines wrapped around her, stealing the blanket too as it wrapped around her body, concealing her nudity. She reached her hand out, crying for him. All he could do was reach back and call her name before she disappeared through the ceiling.

Finally, that familiar chuckle. Jake chuckled back. Only he knew a secret loophole that idiot Chimerys forgot. Some fresh clothing dropped through the ceiling, then the door to the gantlet. He scooped up the clothes and put them on. Black slacks and a long-sleeved black shirt with buttons up the front. Again, he adjusted them to his style, picking up his previous suspenders. He shook his head at the trap door, then jogged through the stairway to his familiar confines.

Sherry was plunked down on a bed. She looked around. It was a medical ward. she faced the man she vaguely remembered from her previous state of stupor. He looked like... "Uncle Wesker?" No... Jake had said he was some sort of mixture of the "Wesker Children." Still he looked so much like her father's best friend she had met in her childhood. She moved a moment too late as the metal confines pinched her wrists and ankles as they closed on her, drawing blood from each site. She decided not to struggle. This was inevitable.

She heard a woman's voice beside her. She snapped her head to the side to look. The woman who rescued her from China? She looked so familiar in that red shirt and black pants. Her hair was longer than Sherry remembered. Had she met her in Racoon City? She aged well but Sherry recognized her. What was her name? "No!" Sherry cried out as the sedative pricked her, the cold fluid injected directly into her veins. It was fast acting. She could barely follow their conversation after a few seconds.

"I don't have all day, Wesker..." Her boots clicked slowly around the room as she spoke with disinterest.
"Goddamn it woman, I am not Wesker... Do you have what I wan't or not?" He sounded impatient, his monotone voice showing some emotion for a change.
"That all depends... Is the product ready or not?"
"One more needle."
"Seriously..." She still sounded disinterested, "You didn't even test it out yet?" Sherry felt another injection directly into her veins. She felt some burning, then nothing. "Did you stupidly try it out on Wesker Jr. first? I bet you left her alone with him, too." She chuckled.
"Why is that of any concern to you?"
"Because... I bet she was smart enough to inject herself with his antibodies after you gave him T-Veronica." Silence. "You know, Wesker was pretty intelligent. I guess you got your brains from the morons who died after the project. What a damn shame." Sherry heard a gun fire, then metal on metal. A window being slapped closed.

"Well, then..." Sherry felt the prick of another needle. She couldn't move her body to even try resisting anymore. She was fading fast. The moments passed in silence as Sherry questioned if she was still conscious. "I suppose the bitch is right. Looks like you're resistant to T-Veronica as well... I had better dispose of you two. After all, I already have your DNA. Time for plan B." An alarm sounded as Sherry drifted off, her vision blacked to darkness as she heard his footsteps fade away.

Jake paced in front of his window. He even debated running the gauntlet if he knew how the damn thing worked. Anything was better than sitting with his own thoughts, worrying about Sherry. A shadow passed before his feet. His only source of light here was the window. His head snapped up instinctively at the source. A woman's silhouette. "Here. Catch." She threw him a pendant that looked like some sort of vial. She spoke with an air of cool. "Give that to Leon. He's on his way to bail you two out." Jake's eyebrows furrowed. He looked her up and down, barely able to make out her features.
"Who the fuck are you?" She crossed her arms, then spread them before leaping backwards.
"Your guardian angel." She chuckled as she disappeared into the night.

Sherry found herself in a darkened... room? She wasn't sure where she was. There was just a spotlight on her and a mirror. No, it wasn't a mirror. It was herself. Sherry was dressed in the white sheet, thrown around her like a robe. This other Sherry wore a familiar, crushed velvet, blue dress. The soft, stretchy fabric clung to her curves. Her eyes were different... They looked marbled, glazed over like the dead. "G?" Her other self nodded.
"Yes, I'm you. If you want to get out of here, you're going to have to trust me." G's voice echoed eerily. It startled Sherry. G reached her arms out and Sherry fell backwards, stumbling onto her knees in fear.
"Stay away from me you monster!" G seemed hurt by that comment.
"Monster? No... I'm just a part of you." She put her hands out to her sides as she spoke softly, exaggerating her words. "Misunderstood, infected, powerful... I am just an extension of you. It's not my fault I need to reproduce. It's the virus. I am just who you would be if our mother didn't cure us..."

Sherry shook her head, crawling away as G came closer.
"No, I'm not like you." Sherry shook her head. G crossed her arms and chuckled.
"Without me? Do you think you'd be the strong woman you are? Fine, you were independent. Mom and dad did that to us. Do you think you would have saved Jake's soul? Do you think you can save either of you now?" Sherry went silent in contemplation. She was what she hated, the monster people saw her as. G was the embodiment of every fear Sherry had since she became infected. Sherry wasn't strong enough to get away now, especially sedated but G? G could save them? No... She was too hard to control, too unpredictable. She would probably prefer to kill Jake. Sherry shook her head.
"Sherry, you're wrong. I love Jake... If you die, I will die too. Our species would have no chance to continue." g shook her head, her arms relaxing at her sides. "Besides, Jake's bloodline is immune. There is a very slim chance of our offspring being monsters..." G reached her hand out to pull Sherry up.

"Please, you need to trust me. Together, we can get out of here. We can save Jake. That's why we came here." Sherry hesitated, pulling herself away as she stumbled backwards into the darkness. "Sherry, we have no time... Please... Even if you destroy me, I am why you are alive. I am the reason you are immortal. Please, save us. Save Jake..." Sherry hesitated. Could she really trust G? She could barely control her before. What would happen if she let G take over again. G spoke the truth. "Sherry, How far are you willing to go to save the one you love?" She put her hand on her hip, her other one still extended. "Just admit it, Birkin. You need me."

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The lights flickered in Jake's cell and from as far as he could see. It had a strobe like effect, everything seeming to move in slow motion. It was still daylight in his cell though he couldn't see the sun to track the time. He wondered what was in the pendant he wore around his neck. He decided to wait in his cell, with the alarms blazing and lights flickering, it was safer in case the crazy labyrinth called the gauntlet would start itself up, releasing J'avo and traps.

"Jake!" A familiar voice startled him. He could barely make out her silhouette in the doorway as the lights flickered. Sherry. She ran to him and threw her arms around him, kissing him deeply. He hugged her tight like he'd die without her embrace. "Missed me?" Jake shrugged.
"Not at all, super girl." She kissed him again, pulling him by his shirt towards the door.
"We gotta go, fast..." Something was different in her tone. Jake thought it might just be the alarms blaring. He shook it off then jogged after her.

Jake's suspicion was right. They were unarmed against several J'avo. All Jake had was the knife from their dinner the night before, carefully hidden in his boot, just in case. Sherry lead the attack, hopping over a J'avo and smashing it's head into the ground. She did a flying kick to the next, stomping it's head out with her bare feet. She wore just the same white sheet, wrapped around her like a toga. They slowly wandered through all the traps, Jake leading the way through it like the back of his hand. "Good," He rambled, "...No new surprises today." He gave a few quick strikes a J'avo, then side kicked it, reducing it to a flaming pile of rubble between him and the wall. Sherry spun under a J'avo's large arm, striking it in the ribs. She kicked out and it went flying towards Jake. He finished it off with a hard punch.

They reached the end of the gauntlet, both searching for an exit. Jake was panting and sweating but Sherry was as fresh as the breeze on a summer day. "So," he panted, "...Just how did you get down here?" Sherry pointed to the viewing room. The window was broken. She shrugged. He raised an eyebrow, "Okay... So how do we get out of here?" She shut him up with another kiss, forcing him against the wall. He melted into her touch. He couldn't wait to get out of his hellhole. He pushed her back gently. "Yeah, this isn't a good time, super girl. We need to find the way out." She just shrugged at him.
"If you insist, Wiskers."

They made their way to the viewing room and she gestured for Jake to give her a boost. He shook his head, doubting they could get out that way. "I think I can make it." She smiled wide. There was some new found sense of confidence Jake just didn't get. He put his palms out for her to jump. She rolled her eyes and gestured with her hands. "Turn around." He shrugged and put his back to the wall. He boosted her up and she flipped the full length up, kicking off the wall and stretched out to grab the ledge above. Jake was impressed. What had Sherry learned in the year since they were in China? He watched her with a cautious eye as she took out more J'avo before hoisting down a fire hose for him to climb. She reached her hand out near the top and hoisted him up.

The lights continued to flash as they made their way through more J'avo. They heard gunfire up ahead. Jake peered around a corner and spotted a lone DSO agent and a bunch of Jarheads from the BSAA. The agent had long, brown bangs in his face and looked about 40. He was nearly Jake's height and build. He hid around a corner, shooting at some J'avo but Jake had a quick eye. Leon S. Kennedy. Sherry pulled Jake by the hand. "This way, Jake! C'mon." Jake shot her a suspicious look, wondering why Sherry would be on the run from Leon. "Please." She begged. He scoffed and shook his head, then went along with her. Sherry ran quickly. Even with his increased speed and stamina, Jake could barely keep up. They killed a few more J'avo on the way to the exit. They finally crossed the threshold into the blazing sun. It was cold. Jake could see his breath. They must have been high up in the North. The view looked like it could be Italy with all the orchards and rolling hills he could see in the valley below. Sherry pulled him into a hard kiss, pressing him up against the door.

"Jake, listen to me." She looked backwards, then kissed him again. "There isn't much time. We have to run. I had to do it for you." She darted off as BSAA agents began to move in. Jake looked around, confused. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to turn. She closed her eyes.
"Sherry? What the fuck is going on?"
"Stay right there!" A familiar voice. Chris Redfield? Why would she be running from him?
"Give it up now, Birkin!" Leon? Leon was supposed to come save her.

"Sherry!" Jake pulled her close to his body as a flash grenade went off. It was too late. His ears were ringing. Her petite frame blurred in front of him.
"Jake quick. You have to run. I'll pull them away. Jake! I said run! Go!" Sherry pulled Jake up before he could come to his senses and he scampered after her.
"Sherry, what did you do?" He pulled her by the arm again. She pushed him off and tried to run. "Goddamn it, answer me!" Another flash bomb.
"This is your last warning, Birkin!" Redfield again. Jake wanted to rip his throat out if he didn't shut the fuck up.
"Muller, get away from her! She's not stable!" Leon.
"What the fuck, Sherry! Look at me!" He spun her around. She finally paused, opening her eyes slowly. Another grenade, this time, a real one. Jake saw it at the last moment and Sherry was the one to grab him and dive out of the way. They rolled back into the building. He shook his head as he found himself on his back. Her petite frame above him, straddling him as she cradled his head in her arms. They became surrounded by BSAA holding heavy weapons.

"I'm sorry, Jake. If I didn't do it, we wouldn't have lived. I was trying to protect you. I didn't want them to experiment on you, like they did to me." She opened her eyes to reveal she wasn't Sherry. It was G who had saved Jake. "I swear, she summoned me." She shook her head, looking at all the guns around them. "We've failed you..." She turned to run, slicing through the agents closer to her with her nails, heading for as suicide dive off a cliff.

Jake grabbed the knife from his boot and threw it at her back. G gasped, stumbling to the ground. "Please, don't kill her!" He yelled as they swarmed her. It was the right thing to do. He kept telling himself that. G was too random to control. She would endanger Sherry in the process, which she had already done. Jake felt a hand press his shoulder.
"Thank you." Leon smiled softly at him. "You did the right thing, Muller." Jake brushed him off, scoffing.
"Yeah, fuck you, Leon." Leon stepped back, hesitating before speaking.
"Jake, she killed all my men and half of the BSAA here. Whoever that is, it's not Sherry."
"Yeah, no shit, Sherlock." Jake crossed his arms. He yanked the chain from his neck. "That bitch, Ada, gave this to me. Said you'd know what to do with it."

Leon stared blankly for a moment until realization kicked in. "That's Sherry's necklace from Racoon City. This is the G virus sample Ada stole back then. Maybe if we mix it with your blood we can finally find a cure for Sherry." Jake stared off blankly as Sherry was restrained and sedated. He pursed his lips, trying not to look. He threw his hands in the air.
"What the fuck is right about this? She doesn't need a cure. The virus is what made her who she is today." He shook his head. "You can do whatever the fuck you want to the sick bitch that is her dual personality but don't take her virus from her." He looked Leon in the eyes, giving him the typical stern Jake look. "Look, that, is not Sherry. Whatever the fuck she did, it's not her."

"Jake!" Sherry called his name, throwing her hand out to him. Her eyes changed from being that dead marble glaze to her true blues. He jumped up from his seated position to charge after her.
"Oh god, Sherry." He pressed past the BSAA agents and put his hands to her face. He stroked her blonde locks away from her face as he stared deeply into her eyes. "Why, why'd you do it?" She shook her head weakly.
"For you..." Her eyes rolled back into her head as she succumbed to the sedative. Jake was left alone as they wheeled her away into a helicopter on the gurney she was on.

A firm grip was on his shoulder once more. "Jake." Again, he brushed Leon off. "I know how you feel." He turned around, pressing his finger into Leon's chest hard, pushing him back as he pointed.
"Save it, hero. You know nothin." Jakes voice cracked as he hid his tears behind his hard shell. "i gotta stand here while your bastards take the woman I love," he cocked his head, "and betrayed... To be a guinea pig again?" Leon shook his head, hesitating before he raise dhis gaze from Jake's finger to his eyes.
"Jake. Sherry is a daughter to me. I had no choice in Racoon City but to give her up. I was forced into the life of an agent. At least I pulled the strings so you can choose." Jake scoffed, looking away.
"Save your bullshit." He threw his hands in the air and walked off.
"Wait, Jake!" Leon stood in the same spot like he knew Jake would listen. Jake paused, hesitating for a long moment before finally facing Leon. A helicopter remained as the BSAA did their final rounds.
"I need your blood... For Sherry. We also need any information you have on your captor." He held his hand out to him, "Please. I promise. This time, I can pull the strings to keep her safe. She's under my authority now." He took something out of his pocket and shoved it in open view. "Here. Living expenses for you to return to Edonia, if you wish to." Jake came forward, looking Leon over with his hard gaze. He stuck his chin up, eyeing the money. He swiped it from leon's hands.

"Is this all you think of me, Leon?" He threw it in his face. "I don't need your fucking money from Uncle Sam. All I want," he pointed up to the sky, his gaze unwavering from Leon, "...Is your little girl." Leon stared him down just as harshly, taking a few steps forward into Jake's face.
"So help me end this." Leon pleaded with him, holding his hands out.
"No." Jake turned away, walking to where, he didn't even know. He shook his head as he picked up the pace.
"Jake. I know you two will never be safe. From the file I read, we need you to control G. Maybe it's better if you come to the States with us? in the mean time, you can think it over? Becoming an agent?" Jake paused, his anger rising.
"Maybe I should just track down that bitch and find out what she knows about the G-Virus." He started off again, annoyed as Leon called out one more time.
"Fine. I'm coming with you." Leon jogged to catch up to Jake.
"Wow, hero. You're in this deeper than I thought." He growled. "Who the fuck is going to take care of my girl then?" Jake growled and threw his hands in the air. "You really are as smart as you look."
"Please, just one week. Come to the States. We'll try to help Sherry, then we can go after Ada if you want." Jake paused, scratching his chin in his cupped hand while he considered it, his head bobbing as he cocked it left and right.
"Okay, pretty boy. One week. Then her ass is grass."

"All Around Me Are Familiar Faces. Worn Out Places. Worn Out Faces. Their Tears Are Filling Up Their Glasses. No Expression. No Expression. Hide My Head I Wanna Drown My Sorrow. No Tomorrow. No Tomorrow. And I Find It Find of Funny. I Find It Kind of Sad. The Dreams in Which I'm Dying Are the Best I've Ever Had. I Find It Hard to Tell You, I Find It Hard to Take, When People Run In Circles It's a Very Very Mad World." Mad World, Tears for Fears

Jake boarded the chopper with Leon, Sherry and the remaining BSAA. No Chris Redfield in sight. "Glad it's just you and me, hero. Don't need that fucking Jarhead around." Jake brushed himself off, still covered in blood and dirt from the battle before. He pointed at Leon, a smirk on his face as he cocked his head. "Hey, I better be given a shaving kit cus I'm tired of sharing your emo-ass look." He put his hands in the air as Leon smirked back. "Sorry hero, just ain't my style."
"Yeah." Leon chuckled back, "I wouldn't want you to look like my ugly twin for much longer. We all know you're the evil twin." Jake gave Leon the finger as he crossed his arms, gazing out the window.
"Are you done?" Jake shook his head. "Asshole..."

He was right that they were in Italy. He was taking in the landscape. To think, the mansion he was in was surrounded by beautiful orchards and rich terrain. He never got to see a single bit of it. He smiled sadly. "Sherry would have loved to see this." He said aloud to no one in particular, shaking his head.
"You'll take her here someday I'm sure." Leon nodded at Jake's raised eyebrow. Jake smiled softly, the first time Leon had seen it. "Besides, I'm sure there's a reason Sherry is so crazy about you." Jake's raised eyebrow turned to a stoic look of anger and confusion.
"What do you know about it?" His cold gaze snapped toward Leon who just shrugged in response.

"Well, you're a dead man in the states." Leon threw his hand out, exaggerating his statements. "Declared MIA. That's why I was able to pull strings and get you the clearance to enter our boarders. Sherry..." Leon glanced at her with a look of intense sadness on his face. "She wasn't the same after Egypt." He shook his head, his gaze unwavering. "She couldn't even form a speech at your memorial. Didn't even write one or I would have read it for her. She just," He tapped his knee nervously, pausing, "...she just collapsed into a ball of tears. No matter what she had been through, never once have I seen her cry. Not since I had to tell her that her mother died after we escaped Racoon City." He shook his head again, looking up at Jake. Jake had continued to stare out the window, a hand on the glass. His lips pursed with anger but his eyes told another story.

"Leon." He looked over, opening his mouth to find words. He shook his head as he continued, "I told her not to love me." He pointed at him, dropping his other hand to his knee as he turned to face Leon. "Don't think I did this to her." He dropped his hand and his gaze to his knees. "When we parted in Edonia, I didn't even go to the airport. She knew we couldn't be together." He shrugged, shaking his head, an angry tone in his voice. "If I wasn't the bastard son of a crazy ass..."
"Jake." Leon cut him off. "Enough of that. Sherry knows what she is fighting for. What we are all fighting for. A world without this bullshit. The nightmare has to end sometime." Jake scoffed and looked out the window again.
"Sherry is immortal. At one point she will have to let me go. She will probably be the only one of us to live to see that day." Leon smiled sadly, his eyes shadowed behind his bangs. He shook his head at Jake as they both hunched, facing each other.
"You're probably right, Muller. I really hope you're wrong though."

The rest of the flight passed in awkward silence. Jake could barely take his eyes off of Sherry. She was sedated and heavily restrained. He shook his head. "They're treating her like she's Hannibal Lecter. The only person she zombied out on is me for fucks sake." His thoughts were haunting him as he forced his gaze away, only returning to look whenever his blood was taken by the medic to be injected into her. He had told Leon at some point that his blood was the only thing that kept G at bay. They had no choice but to bring him to the States. It was a smart move on Leon's part. Jake wasn't even thinking straight after they had taken Sherry. He was glad once his feet hit soil. He liked the view on planes but never really did get used to traveling. He'd rather be on a motorcycle, as free as his own spirit. At least here, they were together. The only thing that could take him from her side was the possibility of getting rid of G for good.

Jake was given Sherry's apartment in DC. Leon got a hold of her keys by pulling some strings to get permission. Claiming Jake as his partner and the only one that could deal with the C-Virus crazies, Leon got the clearance for a recon mission. They were to find and capture Ada Wong to learn about the G-Virus. The government owed it to Sherry for all the bullshit they did to her, ruining her teens and early adulthood.

After spending the day reporting to Leon about his two month imprisonment and what had happened to Sherry, Jake was relieved to buy groceries and get acquainted with his temporary home in DC. He moved through the streets like it was any other place he had been, not caring about the people or the sights. For a place that just recovered from a zombie outbreak, people just didn't seem to care. It was a different world to where he grew up, even to where he was helping kill B.O.W.s. The people carried on like it was any other day in the Nation's Capital. It sickened him.

Jake looked at himself in the mirror. He was in Sherry's apartment, unable to stand himself as he shaved his head and face. He wanted to smash every reflection in sight. It was Sherry's love for him, her sacrifice to save him that caused this bullshit. If only he hadn't called her in as his backup. How could he put the only person he ever trusted, the only woman he had ever really loved, into this situation. He knew she couldn't die but to become the monster everyone saw her as? Ada was going to pay. He didn't care if Leon briefed him that the "Ada" he met in Edonia wasn't the real Ada. The fact that she knew something about the virus and withheld the information was enough for him to smash her face in. He couldn't wait to interrogate her. A sick smile curled his lips as he washed the shaving cream and hair off his face. Someone was going to pay for his mistake. He would make sure of it.