Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil.

This is the last part of the triplet chapter block thing… whatever you wish to call it.

XxXEnvyxXx: Exciting is exactly the word for this!

BabyAngle-tears: Haha, mean is a good word. I love giving you guy's cliff-hangers! It keeps you reading!

Skidney: LOVE! LOVE! "That was easy!" (Easy button lol)

Falldew: Such a kick-ass guy! Mayhaps, Jill may tag along with Chris or something.

Jalooloo: Thank you for loving me! I try to update at least once every week but sometimes I get delayed because of school and stuff. Haha, no you're fine! Not stalker at all. Yep, I live in American but I'm not like… pure American. I'm Russian and Korean, but born and raised in America. SO, I guess lol.

Naoko Suki: YEAH CHRIS! GET THAT FAT ASS MOVIN! Lol.

Chris Coard: FIGHT TO THE DEATH! NOW! LOL!

Bearybeary! Me too! … Oh wait; I'm the one who's writing this lol…

MaleficMistress: Claire: Will have a break down because Chris and Wesker are. Chris: Will overact and something bad will happen. Wesker: Will find some sort of entertainment in all of it somehow.

"You can't be serious…" Chris grumbled angrily.

Wesker smirked again and nodded, "Sorry to burst your hypothetical bubble but, I am."

"I should just shut this door in your face, Wesker."

"Now that would be quite rude."

"Fuck you!" Chris roared and slammed the door but Wesker stopped it with his gloved palm, making it splitter on impact.

"Albert!" Claire scolded.

Wesker forced Chris out of the way and shut the door nicely behind him. "Sorry, Dearheart. I'll fix that."

Claire crossed her arms and walked in between Wesker and Chris. "You better!"

"Wesker! I oughta put a bullet in your eye!" Chris barked while whipping his gun from its holster.

"No!" Patrick raced over to his father's side and pleaded Chris with his forest eyes. "Don't touch him, Chris!"

Claire had seen this before… when Patrick fought for Kaya. He would risk life and limb to see his loved ones safe. And although he had only known Wesker for one day, that didn't shatter his love for his father.

"Ah, Pat! You gotta be kidding me! You too? When are your kids gonna learn, Claire that their dad is a killer?"

"They don't need to know." Wesker said flatly. "All they need to be concerned about is the gun in your hand."

Chris huffed and shoved it back into the holster. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't cap your head clean off your shoulders…"

"Because I matter now."

"What?" Chris asked puzzled.

"I'm a father now, Chris. I may not be the best, hell, I don't even know it I can do it. But what I do know is that I'm capable of changing my children's lives so that they may have a dad."

"I find it really hard to find any truth in your words, Wesker. I know you too well."

"You don't know me, you brute." Wesker spat. "You don't even know the half of it."

Chris took a step forward. "Oh yeah?"

Wesker did the same, "Yeah!"

Claire pushed Chris back with some force and grabbed Wesker by his shoulder. Patrick whimpered just when he thought the two men were going to rip each others throats out. He saw the animals come out in them.

Uncle Chris was an angry lion with pride to flash all around.

And his father was an exiled wolf with claws to rip and tear.

He didn't know which one to cheer on.

He loved them both equally. Patrick didn't know what Chris was talking about when he said his father was a killer. He didn't look like one… at least he thought so.

Wesker chuckled deeply. "Are you really considering fighting me? Right here? Right now?"

"Bring it on, you fucker!"

"Christopher, there are two things wrong with your theory." Wesker started the mocking game. "One: This is defiantly the most unsuitable place to fight." He chuckled again, only more sinister this time. "And two: …" Wesker looked up at Chris, his un-shaded eyes burning right into him. "I don't feel murderous tonight."

Anger.

Hatred.

And revenge.

All of these things and then some were compelling Chris Redfield to kill the demon where he stood.

Guilt.

Tenacity.

And curiosity.

All of these things held him back.

XXXXX

Claire had managed to keep the men separated and in different rooms.

"You can't start a bloodbath in my house, Albert." She told him while making coffee in the kitchen. Wesker leaned against the fridge and sighed.

"I'm aware, but then Chris needs to hold his tongue."

"And you need to hold your fist!"

"No fighting," Wesker said agreeing. He walked over to Claire and kissed her lips. "I promise."

Claire kissed him back, "Oh and that little stunt you pulled with coming back when you knew Chris was here, was not funny, Albert."

Wesker shrugged and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I thought it would be fun to start World War Three."

Claire haha-ed him sarcastically.

"You know I always know what I'm doing… Chris on the other hand…"

Claire caught him mid sentence. "Ah! No insults!"

Wesker sighed over-dramatically. "Fine."

Claire kissed his cheek and winked at him. "Good boy."

XXXXX

Meanwhile…

Chris was in the living room.

Waiting.

Again…

Claire and Wesker were in the kitchen chatting. He could hear their muffled voices but only received the smell of fresh coffee. She didn't like to entertain the fact that Wesker was a part Claire's life. It was the worst thing she could have ever done to him!

He was a brute!

A sinister, conniving, and might Chris mention, unstable man! I mean come on! Just look at the guy!

Well… well at first glance, Wesker just looked like a business man with eye problems. But once you got to 'know' him, once you got into his head and he got into yours, he was a god-like creature with god-like abilities. He could send you flying into the air with the flick of his wrist. Spiral you out of control if he even so much as flashed you a wicked smile.

Whatever went on up in his head, Chris didn't want to know.

Now all the big brother could do, and he didn't like his options, was wait.

A/N: AH YEAH! Chris and Wesker meet again! Not much fighting because our boys have to save their strength for another time and place! *hint* *hint* FORESHADOWING!