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DUBSTEPIN IT!

SamWes: Yay! Not dead! Yeah, Chris does care, that just shows you he's not an oaf lol.

Naoko Suki: Yeah, I would be mad too! Poor Claire left all alone!

XxXEnvyxXx: Indeed!

BabyAngel-tears: Oh, it will be grand :)

Bearybeary: No, Chris is NOT happy at all! That makes for thick conflict!

Jalooloo: Keep looking for an update! I love to make all my reviewers happy! Keep reading, I enjoy your feedback! OH! RE5 IS AMAZING! WESKER IS JUST RADIATING SEXY THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE GAME! 3

Here I stand, helpless and left for dead.
Close your eyes, so many days go by.
Easy to find what's wrong, harder to find what's right.

12:19 AM

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

"No… why?"

"Just to know that when you're gone, the world just moves on without you for years and years… it doesn't frighten you?"

"It sounds to me you're the frightened one."

"Well… well I am scared. There will come a time when the breath leaves my lungs and I'll… I'll die."

"We all have to face it someday, Dearheart. You know that as well as I."

Her soft sobs were starting to resonate within his heart; she was absolutely terrified of the word 'death'. It struck fear into her very core, and it was an enemy that Wesker could not protect her from. An enemy that was not made of flesh and bone, an enemy that could strike at any moment and Wesker would be too slow to stop it from taking her. He clutched her tighter, the sheets of her bed tangled throughout their limbs, the soft moonlight splitting the blue curtains. She snuggled into his chest; the satisfaction of having him once again warmed her.

"Albert?" She whispered to him softly.

"Yes, Claire?"

"When the world stops, will you be there to watch it with me?"

I believe in you,

I can show you that I can see right through all your empty lies.
I won't stay long, in this world so wrong.

"I'll be there with you… as a lover, as a friend, and as a father."

At that moment, their bond was once again sealed for eternity. Nothing to break it, nothing to plow through its foundation. Their hearts would never be still again, they would beat on like boats against the shore, their memories cast into the past, the future.

The fragmented life of a workaholic and cynic and the well-put together life of a freedom fighter and an optimist. They were literally never meant to meet, to look each other in the eye, and make enemies of each other. But Wesker played his cards right and Claire just so happened to pick them up and make a hand. She was clever, he liked that, he was mysterious, she liked that a lot. After the months spent with him and the years being separated from him, Claire began to unravel is violent past, present, and future.

Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight.
Don't you dare look at him in the eye.

As we dance with the devil tonight.

10:26 AM

Chris knocked on Claire's door, it was sort of early but last night he decided to skip out and crash. So, now he was determined to spend the remainder of the day with her and the kids. The door flew open and Kaya raced to him.

"Uncle Chris!"

Chris laughed and swung the girl up into his arms. "What up, kiddo?"

"Nothing! I'm just watching cartoons with Pat."

XXXXX

Claire's eyes flew open at the sound of her daughter squealing. The only thing she heard was 'Uncle Chris'

"Shit…" Claire rolled out of her bed and looked around her room frantically. She bolted to her door and slammed it; she put her back to it and turned to Wesker who was sleeping like a content beast.

"Albert! Albert get up!"

He didn't respond.

Claire bent down and grabbed a discarded sweatshirt, she chucked it onto Wesker and it successfully landed on his face. He flinched and opened his eyes slowly.

"Why…?" He asked her groggily.

"Claire? Where are you?" She heard Chris call.

Wesker sat up and looked at her, "Christopher?"

She nodded. "Coming! Gotta get some clothes on, sheesh!"

Wesker nodded back and put on his shirt and pants, "I'll leave through the window then?"

Claire went up to him and hugged him tightly. "Come back?"

He buried his face into her hair, "Of course, Dearheart. Expect me."

XXXXX

Claire came down the stairs brushing her hair and smiled at Chris who had a toy gun in his hands and a plastic army helmet that was too small for his large head.

"You look great," Claire mocked.

Chris gave her a bear hug, lifting her up off the stairs. "It's good to see ya, Claire. We never hang anymore."

"It has been awhile hasn't it?"

Chris looked at her funny, almost like he was criticizing what she just said.

Claire did the same, "Is there something wrong, Chris?"

"No… you just look nervous. I don't know, I'm rambling."

"Chris… can we talk… now?"

"Sure, Claire-bear."

She pulled him into the laundry room and shut the door behind her. "I have to tell you something. I hate hiding things from you and I hate lying to you."

"What's going on, Claire?"

"He's back."

Trembling, crawling across my skin.
Feeling your cold dead eyes.

Stealing the life of mine.

12:00 PM

"I drove him away, Claire." Chris said again. He had said it several times before. Claire and him argued for a while… she told him up front that she hated hiding things from him but she could have at least spared this one. Now his fears would slowly seep back it because he was back.

Chris thought that Wesker would never have the balls to show his face again around these parts. He faced several dangerous things:

The feds that were crawling around NY currently, combing the area for him.

And Chris.

He would extinguish everything that Wesker would do. Ruin everything that he would conjure up because that was his job.

To keep his loved ones safe.

He couldn't keep Claire safe.

But maybe she was never in danger.

It was all game, and Chris hated playing with Wesker. He was cheater and the old saying 'cheaters never prosper' is a load of bullshit. Wesker had cheated everyone out of everything and he was one of the most wanted men on earth, he was wealthy, and he was smart.

The brains that filled that man were worth trillions of dollars for companies all around. They would kill for the Intel that incased within the depths of his mind.

The sounds of Patrick talking to Claire flung Chris from his trance. He looked down at the boy who resembled Wesker greatly, and he purged his feeling to puke.

There was a knock on the door.

XXXXX

Wesker was at a shitty motel just around the block, he paid the man at the desk an extra 100 to keep his filthy mouth shut.

He wanted to be there.

He wanted to see the look on Chris' face when they met eye to eye once again. It would be satisfying to say the least. The look of absolute fear that would swipe across his face would be priceless.

Out of all the things in the world that Wesker hated, he hated these three the most of all:

Waiting.

Bad karma.

And Christopher Redfield.

He was a thorn in his side that he just couldn't get rid of. Wherever he was Chris followed like a puppy.

It was almost as irritating as lab work.

No, he wouldn't wait for Claire to call him.

He was going back to that damned house and he was going to get what he wanted.

Because Albert Wesker never waited for anything.

I believe in you,

I can show you that I can see right through all your empty lies.
I won't last long, in this world so wrong.

XXXXX

Chris walked over to the door, adjusting the ridiculous plastic army hat on his head.

"Redfield residence." Chris said flatly.

Wesker acknowledged the helmet on his head and smirked wickedly. "Christopher, you're looking… decent these days."

A/N: One more part to the three part chapter block… thingy. Will Chris take this lightly? (unlikely) stick around and find out!