This one hasn't got Claire in, but I always liked Chris' love for his sister, both in the movies and the games, so I wanted to do something about that. The theme is love, and this includes romantic love as well as love for a sibling.

Also, this is the 10th one, which means we're 1/10 of the way through. Only 90 to go...

I enjoyed writing this one, and it came pretty easily, so I hope you also enjoy it. :)

Also, shameless self promotion, but I started a longer piece. It's called She's A Fighter, it's a hurt/comfort sort of thing, and it's got a Tyrant in. (I promised zombies a few chapters back.) I'd really appreciate it if you checked that out if you haven't already.

Kendra Iscariette: That one was actually the longest one so far. If you mean more Clairice, I hope this is ok. If not, there will be more Clairice next chapter!

DISCLAIMER: I still don't own Resident Evil.

"So, you and Claire, huh?" the gruff, older Redfield asked. His words were casual, but his tone was suspicious, a threatening warning. It had been a week since they took back the Arcadia, and the Redfield brother had already figured out there was something going on between his little sister and the odd brunette; the prolonged eye-contact, yearning looks and more physical contact than was strictly necessary made it too easy to figure out.

Unwilling to back down, Alice nodded, not looking away from the blade she was sharpening. "What of it?" She and the redhead had made quick progress; Claire's memories were coming back slowly but surely, but even without them, the fierce woman seemed somewhat drawn to the brunette who had found her when she was lost and wandering, wild and rabid.

"You're older than her," he stated, glaring at her, a deep frown etched onto his face.

"So are you," Alice pointed out, putting down the blade and drawing another one, beginning work on that one. She didn't once glance at the displeased man.

Chris faltered. "That's different," he growled. He didn't hate Alice - no, far from it - she just made him nervous; she was dangerous, and could kill someone with the flick of a wrist. Of course, that was a plus when she was on their side, but what if she wasn't? What happened if someone got on the wrong side of her? What would it take to turn her against them? The older Redfield wasn't sure she was the right partner for his sister.

"Is it?" the brunette challenged. "You love her, care about her, right?" The burly man nodded. "So do I, just in a different way," Alice explained, eyes glued to the blade still.

Chris blinked and sat down on a large oil barrel beside Alice. "You love her?"

This time, Alice stopped her movements over the blade, instead putting the blade and whetstone aside and looking at Chris finally. Her eyes flitted away as she was unsure about baring her heart to the man, before deciding to just get it over with; he likely wouldn't let her anywhere near the redhead until he knew she was serious.

Looking him right in the eye, she nodded. "I love her, very much so, and, once upon a time, she loved me too," she said honestly, forcing herself to maintain eye contact as she put her emotions out there for Chris to see. Alice's heart thudded nervously in her chest as she awaited the man's reaction. While she knew he couldn't physically stop her seeing Claire, she knew he had the power to turn the redhead away from her, or threaten the brunette with other punishments.

"How do I know you won't hurt her?" he threw back.

"You don't," Alice said bluntly. "I don't," she continued. "I've done some shit in my lifetime, Chris, and I can't make up for that, or promise it will never happen again." Alice clenched her teeth and glanced down at her hands. "I'm not great at relationships, and I can't promise I'll always do the right thing, but I can promise I'll try my best to do and be what Claire needs," she swore solemnly, looking Chris in the eye again. "I've talked about this with Claire before, and if it's enough for her, that's all that matters," she finished off, staring up at Chris, once again waiting for his reaction.

It seemed like an age before the buff man finally nodded his approval. He was still unsure Alice was right for his sister, but the strange woman seemed to care about his little sis as much as he did. He expected there wouldn't be much he could do to keep the strong-willed women apart anyway. "Alright," he said with a nod. "But if you ever hurt my sister, I will make you pay," he growled threateningly. "I may not be able to take you in a fight, but I have other means."

Alice dipped her head in a sort of nod. "Thank you."

Standing, Chris stared down at her once again. "Don't make me regret it," he grunted, turning away and trudging back inside, leaving Alice alone on the deck once more.

The edges of her lips turned up in a smile before she shook her head and went back to work on the blade.