At the End of a Long Escape Chapter 11: Broken glass 1 of 2, a resident evil fanfic

Book 6: Broken Glass

1 Chapter 1 Adventure/Tragedy - Jake's Prequel, "Just a Poor Boy" Re-writing over-written chapters. Oopse :(
2 Chapter 2 Adventure/Romance - Resident Evil 6, Jake's campaign "I'm Looking for a Savior" Re-writing over-written chapters. Oopse :(
3 Chapter 3-4 Romance/Drama Post-RE6 Romance, "Three Days Grace" Complete
4 Chapter 5-7 Romance/Drama/Adventure/Hurt/Tragedy Post-RE6, "A New Purpose: Operation Orphan" Complete
5 Chapter 8-10 Romance/Drama/Adventure/Hurt/Comfort, "Child of the Chrysalis: The Hunger Within" Complete
6 Chapter 11-12 Adventure/Drama/Hurt/Comfort/Romance, "Broken Glass" Complete
7 Chapter 13-15 Adventure/Drama/Romance/Hurt/Comfort, "A Complicated Life" Complete
8 Chapter 16-18 Adventure/Drama/Romance, "Save the World Tomorrow" Complete
9 Chapter 19+ Adventure/Drama/Romance, "A Life Less Ordinary: Resident Evil 6.5" In progress

"All we are is broken glass. Thrown to the floor we were never meant to last. And all we are are empty shells. Try to pick us up you're gonna cut yourself. It was the first day of the rest of our lives. We didn't know it couldn't go on forever." Broken Glass, Three Days Grace

Jake sat in the sixth bar he had hit for the night. You name it, he drank it, cursing his virus the whole way. His metabolism was just too fast for him to sink the booze fast enough and he had the budget for it for sure. He willingly left before last call, glad that the States sold booze in convenience stores. He sat in a park, drinking himself to the ground like a hobo. Finally his head began to spin. Even after three days without sleep and another two since he came to Washington, DC, he was still going. He just couldn't drown the thoughts of Sherry out of his head. The guilt that he caused her to come after him. The monster she became. He broke a bottle at the Lincoln Memorial. "Yeah, fuck you and all you stand for." He pointed at Lincoln then pitched another bottle, this time at his face. He let the glass rain down on his face as it twinkled in the night. He shook his head and stomped off, looking for a fight or anything to sooth his own beast within.

"Just what the fuck are you doing?" A familiar voice. Jake cracked his knuckles and rolled his shoulders, stretching his neck.
"Leon. What the fuck do you want? It's after hours."
"I want to know why I got a call about someone in my custody taking advantage of his Diplomatic Immunity." Leon tapped his hand on his gun as Jake ignored him. He wasn't looking for a fight but wasn't stupid enough to not know Jake wanted one. "Muller, you wreak of booze. Tough night?" Jake snapped around, pointing as he cocked his head.
"Just fuck off, hero. You aren't my keeper." He turned to march down the stairs. Leon just scoffed.
"While Sherry is in my custody, I'm afraid I am."

With that, Jake turned and charged up the stairs with a loud growl, ready to tiger palm Leon. Leon just stepped out-of-the-way, daring to twist Jake's arm around his back as he kicked him in the ribs. Jake tripped and went down, lashing out into a crouch with a kick reaching Leon's face. Leon dodged, pulling his knife to Jake's throat. "Muller." They exchanged cold glances, "Trust me, I'm enjoying the situation as much as you. You may not know it but your ass is definitely drunk." He released Jake, picking up a bottle on the floor. "Vodka and JD will do that, even to you." Jake chuckled.
"Yeah, that's the only reason why your face isn't a pulp right now." Leon cocked his head.
"I don't doubt it. Is that the way you treat the man that will walk your bride down the aisle?" Jake scoffed, crossing his arms.
"Oh, please. I'm not marrying the girl."
"Cus she's a monster? Really? Cus I think the monster is you." Jake narrowed his eyes, giving Leon a scowl. If looks could kill...
"Fuck you, Leon. I already told you, I made her promise not to love me."
"Oh, really?" Leon grabbed Jake by the shoulder with both hands. "Cus that's a new one. Do you love the girl or not?" Jake looked at Leon's hands, then at his face.
"What's it to you, hero. I mean, really. You two aren't blood. You're just like me and her. Shared near death experiences." He shoved Leon off, turning away. "Why don't you marry her?" He sighed, slapping his hands to his thighs as he shook his head. "I'll see you in the morning. I can't stand that fucking viewing room but I'll be there."

Jake stared at the ceiling fan in the bedroom. It was a cold night. At least he got to spend Christmas Eve with Sherry. It was like an anniversary to them. That ended ugly, if not worse than their first Christmas Eve together. He wondered what Sherry would think of him, getting drunk in her place. He finally found a limit it seemed, now if only he could maintain it. He went to the fridge. Not another drink in sight. He sighed and slunk into the couch, turning on the TV. It was almost New Years Eve. "Another year, another waste of my fucking life." He growled as he changed the channels. He would have smashed the tv if it wasn't Sherry's.

Sherry lay sedated in DSO custody for the past two or three days. Jake lost count. She had been that way since they escaped imprisonment in Italy. At least she was alive. That meant there was hope. Sherry was being given doses of Jake's blood to keep her new dual personality under wraps. As G, she was unstable and getting stronger every time Jake faced her. Not to mention she was a psychotic nymphomaniac that wouldn't stay off his dick. That was the only other way to get her under control, at the risk of spawning more G-Virus demons and killing Sherry. Jake was here for one reason and one reason only, to help find a long-term cure for Sherry. While he didn't want to rob her of immortality, he did want to get rid of that bitch that was lurking within her. Even if it meant Sherry could control G, it would be enough. He'd be satisfied.

He was staying in Sherry's apartment while in DC. He refused to be anywhere else. Everything here reminded him of Sherry. Her decor and furniture was simple, clean, just like her. The place was petite and well kept. She had one master bedroom and a small guest room that was more of a den. The snow blew outside the large windows, reminding Jake of the man he once was. His heart was becoming cold as ice again as he found himself unable to bear the burden of his own guilt. The snowstorm was just as bad as the one that kept Sherry and him together in Edonia, prisoners of the snow before they were kidnapped and brought to China.

He swaggered and swayed to her bedroom, crashing down once more in her bed. Even the sheets smelled like her. He found himself snuggling her pillow like a whimp. He stroked her soft nightgown like a creep, smelling her sweet scent. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine her embrace again, her soft skin against his own as he made love to her. The only problem was, every time he tried to think of her, he saw G. G was sadistic. She drank his blood and cut his skin, digging her nails into him every chance she got, biting his flesh enough to leave scars. It both sickened and excited him. Sherry was sweet, innocent, loyal, brave. She could blush at Jake's faintest touch. G was a filthy whore. She had no shame or dignity and a lust for destruction. She was physically stronger than Sherry, rivaling Jake's own strength. Her stamina was incomparable. G kept up with Jake even better than Sherry could. She was the kind of girl Jake could have seen himself with in the past, the kind of girl that would break his heart and eat it, quite literally.

He shook his head. He could never see himself accepting G. If Jake and Sherry ever saw themselves together before, despite being hunted constantly by maniacs and bio-terrorists, G was a definite deal-breaker. He loved Sherry but how far could that love go, how long could it last? If she was to become something more than G. Jake shook his head again. He couldn't allow that. Ada Wong had given him a sample of the G-Virus, the very one she stole in Racoon City. If she had that, she may know more about the virus. In 3 days, they were going to track her down. One way or another, Jake would end Sherry's suffering. He planned to make Ada pay for that.

Chapter one of the new story. Hope you guys like it. Busy setting up my kid's 2nd birthday so I don't know how quick this one is going to come out but seeing as how I'm a fanfiction addict, I bet it will be out on time. Read and Review please. :) Thanks, F-F-

PS. The next chapter is a split chapter. Top is T (will be a short / not bad form of bottom) and the bottom is rated M because it is lemon/lime/citrus so if you don't like it don't read it the bottom. Top is Leon's POV bottom is what's really going on LMFAO :)

"We're going to your place, and now you got to freak me out. You want me to stay but I got to make my way. Hey! You're a crazy b-tch But you f-ck so good I'm on top of it. When I dream I'm doing you all night. Scratches all down my back to keep me right on. You're crazy but I like the way you f-ck me." Crazy B-tch, Buckcherry

Originally had a different title but I had too much fun writing this one. Just couldn't resist one last run-in with G. A lil comedy, a lil fan service...

Top is rated T (will be a short form of bottom) and the bottom is rated M because it is lemon and violent so if you don't like it don't read it the bottom. Top is Leon's POV bottom is what's really going on LMFAO :)

Warning: This chapter is written for entertainment purposes only. Please don't abuse people. Sexual violence and violence in general, especially to a loved one, isn't funny. Even if it's a chick raping a guy and yeah, chicks can do that. :) Do not try this at home.

Now that I gave you the "Don't try this at home" and "Violence is bad" speech, this is what would happen to Jake if crazy fangirls invaded his room like zombies. Enter, Night of the Living G. (And Jake thought Ustanak wouldn't get off his dick?)

Leon's Phone Call to Jake aka the clean version:

Leon hoped in his his vehicle. He had barely gotten into bed when it happened. G escaped from the DSO. He tried to get Jake on the headset. Nothing. He tried Jake's cell. Leon whispered to himself as the phone rang, "C'mon, c'mon, pickup pickup..."
"Uhm... Muller. You're on speaker." Jake was panting heavily in the background.
"Hey, it's Leon." Jake cut him off.
"Yeah, who the fuck else knows this DSO issued line? Telemarketing? Tell me something I don't know..."
"Sherry's escaped."
"No shit, Sherlock. Like I said, tell me something I don't know." Leon heard furniture being thrown, some antiques breaking in the background. Jake sounded desperate, "God, please don't bite, please don't bite, please don't... Gaaaahhh goddamn it! Fucking bitch!" More furniture being banged around. "Nice..."
"Jake, are you okay over there? I'm on my way!"
"Yeah, I'm built like a tank. Nothin I can't," another loud groan from Jake, "Fuck! ...handle." Panting. "You crazy fucking bitch..." Glass breaking.
"Sounds like you have it under control." Leon smirked, wondering what the hell was going on over there although he had a good idea of it.
"Yeah hero, take your time..." Jake sounded exhausted as he continued to pant.
"Why didn't you call me when she showed up?" Leon barked out.
"Well, you know me..." Leon could hear him shrugging over the phone with sarcasm, "Had to... tie up a few loose ends... Fuck!" Another loud grunt. "Well, you know where the key is..." Another grunt followed by a couple gasps and some more panting. "And... that should about do it... Target diffused." Jake hung up the phone.

Leon parked in front of the building. He tried the elevator. It was on the penthouse. He ran up the eight flights of stairs, whipping out the key and unlocking the door. He held his barretta in the doorway, then pushed the door open, pointing just in case.

Jake was fixing his pants like he had just gotten dressed. The bedroom door was open. He hunched over in the hallway like he had one hell of a fight, probably still kinda drunk too. Leon smirked, "You look good."
"Yeah yeah, shut up and get the bitch out of here, will ya?" Leon reached out a hand to help Jake up. "No hero, I'm good. I'm good. Just, gonna go have a cold shower..." Jake slunk away to the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it behind him.

Leon sighed as he went into the bedroom. The glass on the closet door was broken. The dresser's drawers were all either pulled out of falling out, clothing scattered everywhere. A pair of pantyhose tied around Sherry/G's mouth. She stared up at Leon with her dead eyes, scowling at him. A sheet was wrapped around her like she was a mummy, more pantyhose tied around her to secure her. The sheets on the bed were in disarray, town and thrown about. He sighed again, picking up Sherry as he walked through the hallway. "Jake," he called out, "I'm seriously not going to ask but you know this has to go into a report." Jake called back from the bathroom, shower running.
"Fuck you, hero. Don't let the door hit you on the way out." Leon chuckled. Jake called out again, "I didn't hear a slam so I guess it didn't. Like I said, see you tomorrow."

What really happened:

Jake tried to sleep, sprawled on his back in a drunken stupor. He wore a pair of loose fitting shorts on his hips. It was a cold night but his body temperature was accustomed to it, being from Edonia. He hadn't slept in days. Finally, the booze was taking it's full effect. Every time he dreamed of Sherry's beautiful face, every time he got near her, her eyes went dead and she became G. He'd kiss those soft lips and be bitten. He lost count on how many times he startled out of his sleep.

He dreamed of the day he found out Sherry was alive when they were escaping in China, running around the sterile white environment in nothing but white sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He had just avoided several J'avo and crawled through a low floor vent into a maintenance shaft. He climbed the ladder and into the vent, hopping down immediately into the room below. Sherry called his name. He turned to see her in that sexy medical outfit, being held on by a few ties scattered here and there. He had been polite when he first saw her. That was in reality. Sherry was different in this dream.

Jake cleared his throat and looked away like a gentleman. He waited for Sherry to realize her state of undress and hide around the locker. Not this time. He raised his eyebrow as she went to a locker, opening it to find clothes that fit. She began to undress before him, slowly untying the ribbons from the bottom to the top, gesturing for Jake to help. "Jake, I can't reach all of these on my own... Please help me." She bent over to grab her boots from the locker. Jake scoffed. "Are you serious?"
"C'mon Jake, I'm cold..." She shook her head at him, gesturing at the ties on her shoulders. "You should never keep a lady waiting." He crossed his arms, standing in disbelief. "Jake!" She called in annoyance. He shook his head then walked over to her, hesitating at the straps.
"Alright alright, I'll give you a hand.?" He untied the straps, then looked away as he blushed. Sherry turned to face him and he covered his eyes.
"What's wrong, Jake? Never seen a girl before? I'm used to being seen naked by all sorts of scientists. It's nothing new to me?" She threw her hands out, shrugging at him.

Jake backed up, tripping over the bench and finding himself sprawled out on it. Sherry threw her clothes at his face and climbed on top of him like a cat. She kissed his neck softly. He stared at her like she had tentacles coming out of her head. "What's wrong, Jake? Not as happy as I am to see you?" She looked down at his pants. "Only one slight problem, you aren't as naked as I am." Sherry grabbed at his bits. "Oh, you are happy to see me." She slid his pants off of his hips, then jerked them off of him in one pull.
"Uh... super girl? Are you okay? Cus..." She shushed him with her finger.
"You better be quiet, Wiskers, or the J'avo guards will find us." She pounced on him and stroked his manhood before guiding him into her. Jake moaned loudly, trying to hold back. He was still trying to figure out what the fuck was going on.
"Sherry, am I... dreaming? I mean, don't stop but... We could get caught and this could be... bad?" He couldn't stop gasping and grunting beneath her. "Wait... Did she just call me... Wiskers?"

Jake snapped back into reality. He looked around the room. He was in Sherry's apartment, a blue blanket wrapped around his hands. His pants were nowhere to be seen below... "Oh god no..." Jake groaned, throwing his head back into the pillow as wrestled with the blanket. His phone began to ring as he panted, trying to hold back his climax. He snatched his DSO issued phone off the dresser, seeing Leon's name light up on the screen. He slammed on the speaker button. "Uhm... Jake Muller." He held back his grunts as he panted beneath G, trying to wrestle her off of his manhood. Easier said than done.

Jake could hear a car's engine revving as he sat up, trying to push the bitch off. He got up with a grunt. Leon began to chat nonchalantly. "Hey, it's Leon." Jake cut him off.
"Yeah, who the fuck else knows this DSO issued line? Telemarketing? Tell me something I don't know..." He finally threw her off, gasping out at the sensation of her releasing his manhood from her sex.
"Sherry's escaped." Jake shook his head, throwing G into Sherry's dresser. "No shit, Sherlock. Like I said, tell me something I don't know." Some of Sherry's collectibles fell off the shelf as G grabbed Jake and threw him against the dresser. She lunged to his hips, grabbing his ass in her hands as she went down on him. Jake pressed up against the dresser in fear, trying to back up, pulling out a drawer or two in the process. "God, please don't bite, please don't bite, please don't... Gaaaahhh goddamn it! Fucking bitch!" He came to his senses and pulled away, ripping a drawer out from the dresser to throw at her. It broke open, panties flying through the air. Jake cocked his head, as he shrugged, "Nice..." Then he threw another one at G.

Leon came through the phone again. "Jake, are you okay over there? I'm on my way!" The engine revved again. Jake chuckled. This whole thing was like a bad inside joke.
"Yeah, I'm built like a tank. Nothin' I can't," She pulled Jake to the ground, straddling him once more. She wrapped her hands around his throat, digging her nails in. Jake was over-whelmed with pleasure and pain as she squeezed her thighs around his. "Fuck! ...handle." He pushed her forward, falling on top of her as he wrestled her hands away. He withdrew and forced her up against the bed. "You crazy fucking bitch..." Jake grabbed her and threw her against the glass closet doors.

"Sounds like you have it under control." Leon sounded like he was enjoying the "conversation." She got up, healing herself from the glass and attacked Jake again. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pinning him to the floor as she mounted him once more. Jake sighed, getting sick of the crazy bullshit that kept happening to him since G came into his life.
"Yeah hero, take your time..." Jake laid back, wondering if to fight anymore or just let her get it over with. If Leon was on his way, it was best not to just play it out. Jake played along for now, trying to reach some of the fallen pantyhose from the broken drawers. He panted, trying to hold himself back as he kept her distracted.

"Why didn't you call me when she showed up?" Leon barked out.
"Well, you know me..." Jake chuckled between his pants, he grabbed the pantyhose. "Had to... tie up a few loose ends..." He lifted himself up to a crouch, tying her hands with the pantyhose. She bucked hard and it nearly got him off. She lunged forward and bit his shoulder, drawing blood. "Fuck!" He moaned in pleasure as he barely got the next hose tied around her mouth. All that was left was her feet. "Well, you know where the key is..." He fell forward on her, fighting the pleasure as she struggled to get out from under him. He pulled her ankles up over his head and tied her feet but not before... He groaned in pleasure, collapsing on G, who seemed more than happy to enjoy the moment as well. Jake sighed, crawling out from between her legs rather reluctantly. he cocked his head, admiring his handy work."And, that should about do it... Target diffused."

Jake hung up the phone. He shook his head, cocking it as he pointed at G. "You! Stop raping me for fucks sake! I mean, it's hot an all... but... The biting!" He shook his head again, pointing once more. "You're one crazy ass bitch!" He grabbed the sheet from the bed and wrapped G up like a mummy, using additional pantyhose to secure her. He staggered to his pants, putting them on. His back hurt from being slammed on the dresser. He grunted as he stumbled out into the hall. He heard the front door unlock and stumbled his way along, hunching over in pain and exhaustion, realizing he was still a drunken wreck.

Leon burst through the door, barretta pointed at Jake. Jake pointed to the open bedroom door, attempting to tie the drawstring on his shorts, failing miserably. Leon smirked before entering the bedroom, noticing how drunk Jake still was. "You look good." Jake looked up, still hunching over against the wall.
"Yeah yeah, shut up and get the bitch out of here, will ya?" Leon reached out a hand to help Jake up. "No hero, I'm good. I'm good. Just, gonna go have a cold shower..." Jake slunk away to the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it behind him.

"It's not a walk in the park to love each other but when our fingers interlock, can't deny you're worth it. 'Cause after all this time I'm still into you. I should be over all the butterflies but I'm into you. Some things just make sense and one of those is you and I." Still Into You, Paramore

Jake sat impatiently in the viewing room as he waited for Leon to grab him his 4th black coffee. A wall of glass was all that separated him from the woman he loved. That and the fact that her Mr. Hyde was a psycho, nymphomaniac with a stalker-persona worse than Ustanak. At least Ustanak wanted to kill him. This bitch was trying to fuck his brains out until she spawned the embryos inside of her. Jake shrugged as he thought about it. "It wouldn't be so bad if she'd stop clawing and biting me. I might be a tank but i'm not immortal and sure as fuck don't have that healing factor. Not to mention it hurts like a fucking bitch." Leon was at the door with the coffee. Jake mumbled to himself. "Speaking of fucking bitches..." Leon gave him "the look," cocking his head as he debating throwing the coffee in Jake's face. The fact was, they still needed Jake. So long as Jake was here, Sherry/G wouldn't try to escape. If she had no reason to escape, they wouldn't need to worry about her infecting the city if she did spawn anything. They were trying to keep the situation under wraps but Jake was running out of patience and Sherry was running out of time.

"Yeah, I'm looking at one now." Leon smirked, passing Jake the coffee. Jake wanted to bat it away, to laugh as it burned Leon but even he was on his best behavior. He didn't like Leon when he first met him but he did respect him once he learned how he rescued Sherry as a kid. They also shared a sense of humor. Jake scowled at Leon, making a "Tck" sound as he scoffed. He grabbed the coffee and drank it down boiling hot. Being a mercenary, he was used to having to take it to go straight from a pot on the fire, mucky as shit.
"At least this is better than camper coffee..." Jake mumbled, taking another gulp back, "That shit grows on you like mold..." Leon took a seat beside Jake, whose eyes were fixed on the sedated Sherry.
"Sounds like someone I know." Leon smiled softly. He sighed when Jake didn't answer, the situation obviously grim. He looked out through the glass, joining Jake's stare.

Jake glanced around the room, taking note of all the I.V.s and equipment. It reminded him all too well of his ailing mother before she passed. From a young age he learned how to hook up the I.V., how to inject her in the veins if needed. He closed his eyes briefly, shaking his head, trying to get the thoughts to stop. He stared at his drink for a moment before taking the last gulp, thrusting the cup out at Leon for a refill without looking. Leon rolled his eyes and took the mug. Jake continued to scowl, looking around uneasily. "So this is what she went through... In China. Here..." He shook his head again, closing his eyes once more. "Italy..." He sighed loudly, still kicking his own ass for that mission. "Fuckin' mistake calling her in. Shoulda just fought it out on my own." Leon put a comforting arm on Jake's shoulder. Jake scowled at it then returned his gaze to Sherry, not bothering to brush Leon off.
"Jake. It's not your fault. Everyone does what they have to do when stranded on a mission." Jake looked up from the corner of his eye. Leon was looking out at Sherry but Jake could tell he was lost in a thought. He returned his gaze to Sherry as well.
"Yeah, hero. It still ain't right."

Jake kicked his feet up to rest on the glass as he watched the monitors. Some scientists were busying around, wearing protective gear for if G got out of her restraints. Sherry was covered with a thin white sheet. The entire environment was so sterile, it literally sickened Jake in his stomach. "This shit reminds me too much of China..." Jake mumbled, rising to his feet as he put on his long winter jacket. He cocked his head, "Dunno bout you hero but I need a smoke." He pushed past Leon's seat, heading to the door. Leon looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Didn't know you smoked, Muller." Jake paused in the doorway, placing his forearm on the upper frame momentarily. Jake shrugged, shaking his head lightly. "I don't. Think I might start today." He hesitated for another moment, trying not to look back at Sherry, then went out the door.

Jake sat on the steps of the DSO, ignoring the no smoking sign. He stared at the butt of the cigarette hanging out of his mouth, cocking his head slightly as he light it. He cupped his hands as the wind licked at the flame. His gloved hands shook slightly in the cold. Jake was used to the weather, coming from a place like Edonia. He shook his head lightly, closing his eyes. This shaking was from all the experiences he had been through with labs. He sucked in the taste of his poison cloud, inhaling deeply before holding it in. He looked out at the streets before him, watching the cloud billow in his view as he let his breath out. He rubbed his gloved hands together, his fingers poking out from the manufactured holes in them. It wasn't really for warmth, more like to keep himself busy as his thoughts ravaged him. He began to flick his lighter open and closed, wishing he had another coffee to combine with his cancer stick.

The people mulled around on the streets, not knowing that this was even a secret government building. Children played in the snow, throwing snowballs at each other, building snowmen, making angels. The things Jake never got to enjoy as a child. He sucked back on the cigarette again, thinking of what G had said to him before he betrayed her.

"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.
"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.

That was when he had betrayed her. He pulled the knife he had hidden in his boot and threw it into his back. It wasn't meant as a betrayl. He trusted Leon and respected Redfield enough to know that they would try to help her. He knew she wouldn't die from the blade, his blade, that literally stabbed her in the back. He felt the pain as if it was his own, as his heart sank. He had begged them not to kill her. Jake Muller, begging for the life of a woman... A woman that he didn't even know anymore. Jake cursed at the wind then re-lit his cigarette as the wind had blown it out. He couldn't even concentrate on smoking. His lighter was closed between his hands. Somehow even his nervous quirks evaded him.

Sherry had summoned G? If that was true, had his blood worked enough that G wasn't a threat anymore? "No," he shook his head. G had just attacked him again last night. It was a stupid idea that he insisted on being in Sherry's apartment. If G and Sherry knew each other's thoughts like Sherry had stated before, it was a stupid hiding place. Jake didn't think it mattered though. G would just sniff him out like Sherry's father found her in Racoon City. "The calling" was just too strong inside of her to be resisted. All because Jake's blood had saved her life. He scoffed to himself again. He had a feeling they were analyzing his blood right now, trying to see if he was human or not. He did resurrect after being killed, just like his father before him. Only, it was Sherry's blood that saved his life. The same blood that brought "the hunger" within her out of remission.

Sherry and Jake had discovered while imprisoned in Italy that their blood had an effect on each other when crossed. Sherry could heal him momentarily and his anti-bodies had protected her against the T-Veronica virus she was injected with shortly after they crossed their blood. it only worked against the virus because Jake had been injected with the same virus two months prior. His blood also seemed to sooth G, as did his passion with her. Jake looked around at the kids playing in the snow, the happy families going about their busy lives with their boxing day sales and New Years plans. He scoffed again. Normalcy sickened him, more now than ever. He actually found himself jealous. Not at the fact that his childhood was never that happy, nor was Sherry Birkin's. He would give anything for a chance to provide that to Sherry, to allow her to be normal. To be loved and held, to be her companion. Instead here he was, Mr. Mercenary, world saving, Bastard of the Century, Jake Muller. Sucking on a cigarette while she lay in a drug induced coma, waiting for a cure from his blood crossed with the original G-Virus. Sure, Leon's team was tracking Ada Wong, the provider of the sample but nothing was enough.

"Jake?" Someone interrupted his thoughts. Leon. Jake didn't even bother to look up, sucking in another puff. He held his breath again, then let the smoke free from his nostrils, blowing out the last bit with his lips at a slight shake of his head. He looked up at the sky, then back down to the lighter in his hands. "Jake..." Leon spoke softer this time, as if understanding the torment Jake was going through. "I have your blood results. Are you interested?" Jake raised his eyebrow, taking in the last puff of his smoke, savoring it. He blew it out the same as before, then turned to face Leon as he ground the smoke into the stairs.
"Yeah?" He said disinterestedly, "You aren't arresting me, so..." He stared at the used butt on the floor and began to flick his lighter open and closed.
"Well," Leon smiled wryly. "It says you're 20% human." Jake didn't even flinch. He pursed his lips lightly, crossing his arms as he stared at the crowd across the street.
"The other 80?" He looked at Leon from the corner of his eyes, getting annoyed with the smirk on Leon's face."
"You're 80% bullshit." He shook his head, smiling softly at Jake as he went down a few steps. He held out his hand, ready to help Jake sit up. "C'mon, I bet your ass is freezing out here. I got another two pots of coffee on for you." Jake sighed and shook his head before taking the extended offer. He grabbed Leon and stood up, still not ready to re-enter the building again but going against his own desires. Sherry was in there and he would do anything to have her back again.

I feel the night explode when we're together. Emotion overload in the heat of pleasure. Tonight I really need to know. Tell it to my heart. Tell me I'm the only one. Is this rally love or just a game? Tell it to my heart. I can feel my body rock every time you call my name. Always feel you near. So say the words I long to hear. I don't want to lose. No, I can't let you go." Tell it to My Heart, Taylor Dayne

Jake was on his tenth black coffee. He was glad that the C-Virus hadn't left him hungover but he was becoming a nervous wreck as the week stretched on. Leon was debriefing him in the viewing room. Jake couldn't keep his eyes off his girl, waiting for something, anything to happen. "Jake!" Leon's concerned voice snapped him back into reality. "Jake, we only have a few days before we go and we just can't seem to track her long enough to get any kind of recon going. I've exhausted all of my options here. Do you have any contacts that may be in her line of work?" He was staring down at Jake, concern and annoyance displayed on his face. Jake looked up slowly, scoffing. His gaze settled back on Sherry.

"Yeah, I bet I did... Til that bitch... Sorry, her 'clone' turned everyone I knew into J'avo. Why'd ya think I'm an 'ex' merc now?" He shook his head as he got up from his seat, putting hand against the wall. His eyes narrowed as a scowl crossed his face. "You mean to tell me that we have no fucking clue where the fuck this bitch is? Sherry doesn't have time for this shit and neither do I." He slid his fingers slowly down the glass, his face softening as concern grew in his eyes. He sighed, staring down at the floor. "Look, I'm sorry Leon. I just..." Leon shook his head.
"It's okay, Jake. No one likes what's going on. We'd down a good agent here." Jake shot a sharp glance at Leon, his anger building as he pursed his lips, trying to contain it.

"Enough with that shit." He stared for a moment longer, then sighed again, returning his gaze to Sherry. His voice softened once more. "These fuckers don't even know her. She's just another freak on the menu." He looked to the floor, then over to Leon from the corner of his eye. "You don't even know her." Leon sighed, his hands going to his sides.
"Okay, you're right. I've been stuck being a field agent for so long... Once I found out she had become an agent, we had grown so far apart..." He sighed, "It's not an excuse but... I thought it was safer if I stayed away, given out history." Jake slammed his palm on the glass, then charged at Leon. He grabbed his shirt and lifted him into the air, slamming him against the glass.
"You don't have a fuckin' clue, do you hero? The girl views you as her own father. You and Claire...? You two are the only things that kept her going through all that shit that was done to her." He was nose to nose with Leon, staring up, wanting to beat him to a pulp. "And you dare call me a monster?" He shoved Leon as he let him go. He turned around, facing away from the viewing room. "Never giving up, no matter the odds. That's what she said to me. That's what opened my eyes, changed me from the man I was." He shook his head, "Sherry has been through worse than me and look how I turned out. You two..." He pointed at Leon. "You and Claire, you were all she had."

Leon stared at him for a moment, letting Jake cool off before he put his own two cents in. "Jake. I was forced to leave her behind. I had no rights to her, the government spared no time telling me that. I had two options. Leave Sherry with them and be an agent, or die." he shook his head, "I'm sure you know all about having to close people out of your heart to keep yourself from drowning in misery." Jake rolled his eyes, throwing his hand in the air over his shoulder.
"Yeah, hero. The emo bangs really do suit you. That's kinda your thing, ain't it."

All of a sudden an alarm went off in the room. Jake snapped himself around and pressed his hands to the glass. Sherry was moving. The doctors scattered as they yelled at each other to grab sedatives and commanded the guards to be ready. Jake slammed on the intercom. "Hey! Don't fuckin sedate her. I need to talk to her!" He slammed on the glass as they ignored him. "I said to stop, goddamn it!" He shot a quick glance at Leon who pressed the intercom and spoke up for him. Sherry was under his authority after all.
"Do as he says. Evacuate the room immediately. We'll prep him for negotiations." Jake furrowed his brow. He shook his head as he bolted through the door, looking for the entrance to the medical ward.
"Jake." Leon grasped him by the elbow. Jake brushed him off.
"Sorry, I'm taken, pretty boy." He shot Leon a hard glance. Leon brushed it off with a soft smile.
"Look, I'm not going to make you go through all the procedure bullshit. You know what she's capable of." He put in the pass codes to release the anteroom door. "When you're ready, just push that green button to enter." He smiled softly with a slight nod, "Good luck." Jake looked down at the floor, then up to Leon's gaze, debating a response.
"Thanks." He shrugged to himself, speaking out loud. "God knows I need it."

Sherry stirred as Jake approached her, moaning lightly. Her body slithered in it's strange trance she had since G emerged. She opened and closed her hands, pulling on the restraints to the point of breaking her wrists. She her left hand out as Jake approached from the right. "So that's how she got out last time..." He shook his head lightly, a genuine smile across his lips. "My clever girl..." He approached slowly, not knowing which personality was present. She moaned softly, sighing deep breaths as if she was in ecstasy.
"Jake..." She called out to him, her free hand reaching out to him, grasping at the air. "Where's Jake..." She looked around in a daze, understandable from someone who just brought herself out of a medically induced coma. He paused a few feet from her, watching her from the corner of his eye, afraid to face his nightmares. He took a deep breath, taking in all the equipment with a sweep of his gaze.
"I'm here, super girl." His soft smile returned. She had called him Jake after all, not that ridiculous nickname. Her gaze slowly met his, a weak smile crossing her lips.
"My god... I had the worst dream..." She looked down at her restrained hand and feet, the belts tight against the hospital bed she was in. She ripped the I.V. out of her arm.
"Stop, stop." Jake pleaded softly, putting his hands up in a gesture that matched his words. "It's okay." He sighed, "You are in the DSO." Sherry looked afraid for a moment, then noticed Jake wasn't restrained. She sighed softly, looking at her restrains once more.
"It's good to be home." She sighed again.

Jake brushed her blonde locks out of her face, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. "I missed you, Cheri." He threw on the French accent on the end. She really was his love after all. She looked up softly at him, her eyes heavy from the sedative. She began to cry.
"Why am I here..." She shook her head, grabbing Jake's hand from her head and pulling it to her cheek. He squeezed her hand gently. She must have forgotten everything from the sedatives.
"Shhh... It's okay. We're looking for a way to cure your virus." He smiled at her warmly. He was happy to see her for the first time since he came here. "Leon and I are heading out soon after someone with information. In the mean time, they have been keeping you sedated." Jake saw a look of realization on Sherry's face. She paused for a second, gasping softly.

"Oh my God. Jake, I let G..." He watched her, already knowing the answers but allowed her to continue. "I couldn't escape on my own. Chimerys was so fast! I was too weak. I had to let her out." He smiled softly, giving her hand another squeeze as he stroked her hair. He looked over at Leon in the viewing room. Leon was filling out a report from what Sherry was saying. Jake returned his gaze to her. For all he cared, they were the only two in the world once again. "Jake, G said... She says she loves you. She said that there's a chance that because your immunity, any children that resulted from her had a chance to survive as normal beings." He put his hand to his chin, stroking it playfully with his fingers as he furrowed his brows. Sherry noticed it right away. Jake was thinking deeply.
"Go on." He whispered softly. She paused, watching his face for any reaction. She hated Jake's poker face. He was so random. She could never tell what lay behind those eyes yet he could read her like a book.
"Jake, she didn't want you to be experimented on. She helped me save us." She stared up at the ceiling, instinctively tugging on her restraints. "I'm sorry, Jake. i trusted her. She told me that she was just an extension of me, what I would have been if my mother didn't give Claire a way to make an antidote. Without Leon and Claire." Jake wanted to scoff at the mention of Leon now but he held the urge back, pursing his lips as his gaze shot over to Leon. He looked back down at Sherry, giving her a deep kiss. He withdrew, gazing into her eyes for a moment too long as they always did.

"Sherry, I have to go now." He let go of her hand but she snatched it back.
"Wait, what?" Her eyes were wide, searching for a reason in his.
"Sherry, you have to tell G to co-operate here. She can't be beating people up and killing agents. It seems my blood is wearing off and G is getting stronger." He shook his head, closing his eyes. "We don't have much time to track down anyone with information about the G-Virus. if only our father's work survived." The words were bitter in his mouth. He frowned, Sherry sharing the same expression. He cocked his head, "Unfortunately, that's what we needed to find out how to stop this thing." He shook his head again, tearing his eyes away from her. "I have to go."

Sherry's nails dug into him as he pulled away, that sick echo in her voice. G. Jake's eyes widened as he snapped his head towards her. The glass eyes watched him as he hesitated. "I love you..." Her voice sent ripples of joy and pain simultaneously through him. "Who is it you want to save. Me? Or her." Jake looked away, speaking softly.
"What kind of fucked up question is that...?" He looked at the floor momentarily, then up at the ceiling before shaking his head. "I gotta go."
"No!" G cried out. "Please, don't leave me here." Desperation was on her face. He could see that scared, twelve year old girl's look on her face. Leon noticed it, too. He had his hand up against the wall. His clipboard fell from his hand as the papers fluttered around him to the floor. "Jake..." She whispered, "I'm scared..." He hesitated, then looked at her again.

"Sherry... G... Look. I need to save you or you'll both die." He leaned in and kissed her softly. It wasn't like anything he had done with G before. It was soft, sensual. Her lips parted gently as his tongue asked for permission, sucking her full bottom lip softly as he licked her thinner top one. His body felt the thrill of passion as she accepted the kiss, pulling him in with her one free hand gently behind his neck. After a long moment, he realized what he had done and pulled away. Her head instinctively leaned towards him, her lips searching for his as she slowly opened her eyes. Jake hesitated, nose to nose with her, staring at her pout and the soft features of her skin, wondering what he was doing. He shook his head, pulling away as she grabbed him by the collar.
"G," He whispered her name softly like a lost lover, "I have to go. I need to save you somehow." G reluctantly let go, allowing Jake another moment of hesitation. She gently stroked his face, her nails softly tracing the line of his scar. He closed his eyes, relishing the moment for whatever it was. He pulled away, pausing as he hit the doorway to glance over his shoulder one last time. Her eyes were still on him, her gaze unwavering as he left with a final soft, "Good bye."