Chapter 12: Little Bird

Author's note: Hope this chapter brightens up the dreary Monday for some of you! I'm excited for you guys to read this and I hope you enjoy.

Sheva Redfield: Elliot needs to watch hid back, because we can't let him take Sheva! :P XOXO, talk to you soon! :)
Comix777: Haha, maybe we could just look past the kidnapping thing…maybe. :P
Justsomegirl17: I'd imagine picking on Wesker would be the most rewarding. :P I'd rather have Wesker protective over me than trying to kill. Preferable. :) Arrivederci, missy!
Lollipop Lolli: Awesome! More chapters coming your way. :)
Mss. KB: Well, here's a longer chapter for you and I know you'll like this one mainly because of the end of it! :D Thanks so much Karina! Hugs :)
youweon: Haha, I can just imagine Elliot holding a mug that says '#1 Dad' on it.. :P Bye! :)
12hinata123: I still think that Isaac didn't deserve that, but I mean Wesker's gotta do something about Bollard.
Guest: Even if you just read and never reviewed, I'd still appreciate it. I think Wesker has feelings that he doesn't understand. But the romance is between Bertie and Little Bird, for sure! :)
Kitkat1690: It is quite refreshing to see Bertie question himself and care for Sheva. :)

-Sarai

"Fool," Wesker muttered under his breath as he looked at the file in his hands. He had ordered Isaac to bring the phone records that belonged to Bollard. The idiot scientist must never have thought that he could be under suspicion and that no one would look into his file. But his information was so easy to get into that even Isaac was able to get ahold of it.

The call history proved that Bollard had been a spy for the one and only imbecile, Elliot Spencer. The entire time Bollard was researching and testing Sheva's blood, he was reporting to not only Wesker, but to her father as well. Wesker was aware that Elliot was still alive, but he never put much thought into it. He never proved to be a threat and still didn't. Wesker was going to get this taken care of and quick, but he needed to deal with Dr. Bollard first.

Wesker looked up to see Sheva sitting up in her bed. He had stayed the entire time she slept, which was around 5 hours. She yawned and stretched in silence and after a minute she noticed a figure sitting in a chair on the other side of the room. It was the late evening from what the windows were showing and gave the figure a relaxed silhouette.

Sheva realized where she was, who was sitting in the chair and what had just happened. She started examining her body and feeling her face frantically. She felt no scales and no extra eyeball anywhere. She looked to Wesker with bewilderment in her eyes. "What happened?"

He stood to walk over to her bed and stopped at the foot of her canopy, "The procedure was stopped. You don't have any of the viruses in you."

She rubbed her eyes in perplexity, "What? I remember that guy giving me anesthesia and then I blacked out."

"I stopped it before he could inject you with the Progenitor virus."

"Why?"

Wesker hadn't really thought up an excuse he could use, but he wasn't really sure himself why he stopped it. "It was unnecessary."

"What are you talking about? Of course it was necessary; otherwise you wouldn't have kidnapped me in the first place."

"I…I couldn't allow it to go on."

Sheva stood and walked over to him to get a better look of his face. "Why couldn't you?"

He gave no answer and just looked down at her. She grew impatient with him and shoved his shoulder; which in turn, didn't budge him at all. "Why couldn't you allow it?"

He took a step back and turned from her, "I couldn't allow it, because I didn't want to risk it."

Sheva gripped onto his arm and stood by his side, "Risk what?"

"I really hate when you ask so many questions."

"I really hate when you don't answer them."

He sighed in defeat and looked into her hazel eyes, "I couldn't risk you getting hurt."

Sheva's eyebrow furrowed, "Why would you worry about that?"

"I just did. I didn't want to see you in pain."

The room become absent of noise as her eyes burned passed his dark glasses and into his eyes. He was frozen and couldn't say a word as the she stared at him, he couldn't even look away. He gasped quietly when she suddenly wrapped her arms around his torso and squeezed him tightly in her affectionate embrace. He awkwardly held his arms slightly in the air at the sides of his body as he looked down at her hair. He wasn't used to this kind of physical contact.

"Ms. Alomar, are you alright?" All he could hear was mumbling as she spoke into his chest. He cocked his head to the side, "I can't hear you."

She finally looked up at him with her arms still around him, "Don't call me 'Ms. Alomar'."

He rolled his eyes and let out a soft sigh, "Are you alright, Little Bird?"

She nodded softly as she rested her cheek on his chest, "I'm fine. It's just…I was so scared. Thank you for stopping it."

"You don't need to thank me. And you never showed fear the entire time."

"I guess I got good at hiding it. But I mean it, thank you, Bertie."

"You're never going to stop calling me that, are you?"

She shook her head, but it only caused her to push her face harder against his chest. He chuckled softly and very tentatively wrapped his arms around her. He could hear her sigh sweetly and she held him tighter in her arms as she closed her eyes and melded into his form with her own.

Wesker looked down at her curiously and without realizing he was rubbing her back and running a hand through her shoulder length hair. They stayed like this for few minutes in complete silence. He realized that she was still in the two white sheets that covered her body poorly and he patted her back and cleared his throat.

"Little Bird?"

"Hmm?"

He was almost guilty to break the tranquility that they were both in but he felt he was violating her body holding her while she was in such skimpy attire. He pulled his arms away and gripped her shoulders to make her look at him. Her expression was so soft and sweet. He found himself admiring her elegant and unique beauty and it wasn't until she tapped his shoulder that he broke out of his silent appreciation.

"You should change. Isaac brought you a change of clothes. You'll catch a cold in that," he insisted while gesturing to her white sheet clothing.

Sheva suddenly felt embarrassment as she wrapped her arms around her body and blushed deeply. She slowly stepped away from him as she starred at her feet; too modest to look up at him. There was a robe resting at the foot of her bed and next to the deep plum silk robe laid a regular deep burgundy t-shirt and black leggings. She slipped her arms in the sleeves of the robe and wrapped the silk around her body. She turned to Wesker and smiled up at him, "What now?"

Wesker took a breath and crossed his arms over his chest. He couldn't help feel disappointment when his own arms took the place where her body was just seconds ago. "Apparently Dr. Bollard has been a rat and he's been leaking information to your father."

Sheva shot him a look he knew all too well. "I mean Elliot Spencer," he quickly corrected. "He's known the entire time that we've had you, and knowing Elliot, he most likely wants you for his own."

"Well, the only way he's going to get me is over my dead body."

He let out an amused chortle, "I'm sure that's true, Little Bird. I need to make sure Elliot doesn't get what he wants. As for Bollard, I'll be dealing with him shortly."

"What are you going to do?"

"You don't need to worry about that."

She frowned and grabbed for the leggings. She started to slip the bottoms on, slipping them under the medical sheets and her robe. Wesker could see a perfect view of her thigh and quickly turned around in embarrassment. Sheva smiled at his awkwardness and pulled her leggings up all the way, she discreetly took off the white sheets and tossed them to the floor.

She wrapped the robe back around her body and took a step to him, "Sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you."

He looked over his shoulder at her and once realizing she was covered again, he turned around and looked to her, "I'm not embarrassed. But I better leave so can you finish dressing."

"Where are you going?"

He started walking towards the door, "I need to have a talk with Bollard."

"Bertie, be careful."

He stopped and looked back at her. She was looking at her feet as she started with the nervous habit with her fingers. "Are you worrying about me?"

She looked at him with pink staining her cheeks, "Uh, I-I don't know…I guess so."

He smirked at her and opened the doors, "If anyone needs to be careful, it's that Spencer. Bollard is nothing. Now finish changing and relax, Little Bird."

"Chris, how are you so sure about this?" Jill questioned Chris as she followed suit behind him as he strode quickly down the hallways of the North American BSAA office, "It could just be a set up or a complete fake."

Chris completely ignored his former partner and continued his way to Clive R. O'Brian's office. He had gotten a lead on a small facility in the outlands of London, England and the report believed it belonged to Elliot Spencer. The reclusive son of Oswell E. Spencer that everyone was sure to be dead. But Chris knew if there was a Spencer still alive, then they would lead him to Wesker and that would help him find Sheva.

Chris burst open the office door that belonged to Clive without knocking. "Redfield? What are you doing here?" the older man inquired with a baffled expression.

"There's a lead in England that concerns one, if not the last, Spencer. I want my team and me to go and investigate."

Jill closed the door behind her and stood next to Chris, standing in front of Clive's desk. The older man arched an eyebrow, "Where did you get this information?"

"From TerraSave."

"Ah, from your sister. And why do you want to be the one to go and investigate?"

"Because I believe it'll lead us to where Wesker is."

"What?!" Jill shouted at him. "Wesker is dead and you know that!"

"Calm down, Jill," Clive insisted as he motioned her to sit down. "Chris, what would lead you to believe Albert Wesker is still alive?"

Chris took a deep breath and watched as Jill sat down in a brown leather chair and stared up at him with such intense anger. "I believe he survived that volcano and that he took Sheva Alomar."

Jill scoffed and rolled her eyes as she leaned back in the chair. Clive furrowed his brows and clasped his hands together on his desk. "How could he survive the volcano and why would he take Agent Alomar?"

"I don't know how he survived a lot of things. He's a freak and it's not too surprising if he survived the volcano. And Sheva told me before I left Africa that she believed he was still alive, watching her."

"But that doesn't answer my question. Why would he want to take her?"

Chris's eyes roamed the plain office, searching for an answer. "I don't know. But I know he has her."

Clive sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes, "Chris, Sheva Alomar is dead. Her home burned down while she was in it. She's gone."

Chris leaned over the desk and looked into his boss's eyes with determination, "She's not dead. They couldn't find her body and they knew that the cause of the fire was by the hand of a person."

"They couldn't find her body because her home and her body burnt to a crisp—to ashes. And it was probably kids messing around with matches and they just so happened to be next to her home when they were doing this."

"It wasn't fucking kids! They couldn't even find teeth, Clive. She's alive and Wesker has her."

Clive stood quickly, "Don't raise your voice with me, Redfield."

Chris held back a growl, "If you don't believe me, fine. But I'm going to England."

Clive studied his co-founder for a long while. "Fine. But don't get your hopes up. If you find that Spencer, that's great. But don't expect to find Alomar."

"Thank you," Chris said with a nod and stood straight, "We'll be leaving within the week."

Clive nodded and waved him off. Chris left his office and Jill followed right behind him. He could hear her breathing heavily and noticed how she stomped her feet as she walked. He rolled his eyes and turned around. "What is it, Jill?"

"I can't believe you think Wesker is still alive," she snarled at him as she poked a finger into his arm, "Wesker is dead and he's not coming back."

Chris sighed and pulled Jill to a more discreet area, "Look, Jill, I know how hard it is for you to believe it. But I know he is. He has Sheva."

"Sheva is dead!" she spat at him.

Chris closed his eyes and sighed sadly. Jill examined his features and immediately felt guilt. "I'm sorry. It's just…she can't be alive, Chris. Her house burnt down to nothing and she was in there when it happened."

He shook his head urgently, "I can't believe that. I know she's alive. I know it."

"Chris—"

"She is, Jill! She knew he was alive but I didn't listen to her. She tried to tell me that she could feel him watching her, but I told her she was wrong. I told her that, Jill, and now she's gone."

She rubbed his arms, doing her best to comfort her 'big brother'. "If he's still alive," she swallowed hard, "and he took her, then she's strong enough to fight him. I don't know though. It takes a miracle for someone to survive after drowning in lava."

"I know it seems farfetched but I really do think he took her." He watched as she rubbed her temples in anxiety. "Jill, when you went missing and everyone thought you were dead, I believed the entire time you were still alive and I knew—I knew Wesker had taken you. And now he did the same with Sheva and I have to go looking for her like I did with you."

Jill listened closely and once he was done speaking, she nodded softly. "Alright, Chris, you better find her."

Chris beamed at her and stood tall, "I will. I haven't stopped looking for her and I won't ever until I find her."

He started walking off but stopped when Jill gripped his arm at the nook of his elbow. His dark eyebrows met as he looked down at her, "Jill? What's wrong?"

She let out a tired sigh and looked into his eyes, "I'm going with you. If Wesker is still alive, I want to see him dead and make sure he stays dead this time. And I don't know if you remember, but you weren't the only one looking for me. Sheva was out there looking for me, too."

Chris smiled warmly and pulled her into a hug, "I remember."

"Good," Jill said as she looked up at him, "Now let's go find her."

Author's note: I'm so happy we got the point we checked up on Chris and what he thinks about Sheva's 'death'! Let me know what you thought with a review please! :)

In the next chapter, Wesker deals with Bollard and few, hmm…limbs go flying… :O Sheva discovers yet another shocking thing about herself, but maybe this one isn't all that bad. Can't wait!

-Sarai