Chapter 14: In Need Of Closure

Author's note: Happy Friday everyone! Hope everyone had a good week. Mine was good, thank you. :) Well, now that we've discovered who Isaac really is, Sheva and Wesker can get it on. Maybe not, but they can open up with each other. Maybe?

Justsomegirl17: Yes, intrigued is a good thing! :P :D Talk to you soon. Arrivederci, sun shine!
12hinata123: I hope being shocked was a good thing! :)
Sheva Redfield: I think what's great about Isaac and Sheva being siblings is that there's no romance there so Sheva can be with Wesker. And because we both have brothers, so we know that it's great to have a brother :) Haha, if I made RE, no one would play because zombies wouldn't found, but thanks! It makes me happy to know we're friends too. :) XOXO
Lollipop Lolli: That's awesome that you were shocked! :D
Comix777: I felt sorry for him, too. But I guess that's what happens when you get Wesker angry… I know I'd cry and beg for my life in that situation, so no shame on Bollard. Hope you enjoy :)
Ultimulo: Bollard bit the dust. *Old 80's rock plays in the background* Now Isaac can't hit on Sheva, poor man. =/ :P
Aries: Thanks so much! I'm really glad you could review and I look forward to what you have to say in the future :D

-Sarai

"You knew this whole time?!"

Isaac's heart began to beat uncontrollably and his breath became erratic, "Uh, no..."

Sheva grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her, "Isaac, don't lie to me. You knew about this, didn't you?"

He tried to look away, but her gaze poured into him with such intensity that it brought guilt that he had never felt before. "Yes, I knew. I'm so sorry, Sheva."

"How long have you known?"

His face dawned a contemplative look and when he didn't answer for a while, Sheva shook his chin, causing his entire head to move.

"Well, how long have you known, Isaac Tate? Or should I say Spencer?"

"Don't call me that," he retorted quickly.

"Why not? That's what you are, isn't it?"

"If we get technical, then you're a Spencer, too."

Sheva let go of him and crossed her arms over her chest, frowning in annoyance. "Touché. So c'mon, answer the question."

"I've known for two years now, ever since Wesker started his work in Africa."

She thought for a moment in silence, "Is it a coincidence that you learned of our relation when he started working on my land?"

"Well, it's not really your land. I mean, plenty of people live on the continent and there's a government—"

"Isaac!"

He raised his hands in defense, "Alright, sorry. When Wesker had realized that you were indeed still alive, he moved his research to Kijuju to keep a closer eye on you."

"Wait," she said while pacing, "Are you saying that what happened in Kijuju is because he wanted to get to me?"

"Pretty much."

"Oh my… So the incident in Kijuju is all my fault…all those lives lost were because of me…"

Isaac gripped onto her arm to stop her from pacing anymore, "What are you talking about? Of course it's not your fault."

Her eyes were wide with discovery, "Of course it is. If Wesker never found me, then all that—all of Kijuju, all of the Majini, that never would have happened. If I never existed, that never would have happened."

"Oh Sheva," he started, "It's no one's fault but our…our sperm donor's and his father's fault. It's their fault any of this happened. If you never existed, I never would've gotten to meet you. I've never gotten to meet any of the other Spencer children actually."

Sheva sighed heavily, guilty thoughts going through her mind, but she managed to crack a sad smile at her half-brother. "Really? I'm the only one?"

"Yeah. All the other's either didn't survive the experiments, they killed themselves when they got the chance, or they just disappeared. You and I are the only really live ones left."

Now Sheva could add the sorrow and pity to her ever growing pile of negative emotions. "That's terrible…"

"That we're the only ones living?"

"No. Well, yes. It's just, how could they do such a thing? How could Oswell experiment on his own kin?"

"I don't know," he said with a shrug, "The family's fucked up. Excuse my language."

A giggle escaped Sheva's throat despite the topic at hand, "You just cursed. That sounded so weird coming from you."

He pushed her shoulder, "Hey! I didn't sound weird."

"Yeah, you did!"

"No, I didn't!"

She broke into a fit of giggles as he started cursing shameful words and pronounced them with such nobility. "It still doesn't sound right. You sound so proper."

He waved his hands in the air with defeat, "Whatever. I think I sound fine."

"Work on it. After a while it'll start to sound normal."

"Thanks," he joked with a roll of his eyes.

As light as the mood had become, Sheva still had the heavy guilt and woeful thoughts roaming her mind. Isaac must have caught on because he had gone completely quiet as he looked at her.

"I'm sorry," she said, breaking the silence, "I don't mean to bring the mood down."

"It's alright. What are you thinking about?"

"I feel like a bad luck charm or something."

"What do you mean?" he questioned with furrowed brows.

"First my mother runs off while she's pregnant with me because she has a crazy family wanting her unborn child. Then she and my father died for God knows what and all those people in Kijuju died because I was there."

"Look, Sheva, I can tell you over and over that it's not your fault, but I feel that that's not going to help any," he admitted. "Talk to you Wesker if you want closure."

She scoffed as she shook her head, "He never answers my questions."

"Sheva, he does answer them, they're just not always what you want to hear."

She pouted, but nodded anyway, "I know, but he probably won't answer these questions because of their nature."

Isaac arched an eyebrow in confusion. "What I mean," she began to explain, "He really gets irritated when I ask about more personal things. He doesn't understand that I need clarity when I ask him these things."

"He gets irritated at a lot of things. And of all people, I think he'd rather you ask those types of questions than anyone else. I think he's kind of protective of you."

"You mean territorial."

"Not territorial. He's protective of you, I know because of the way he took you away from Bollard. Speaking of which, I can only imagine what's going to happen to that old man. I never liked him."

"What do you think he's doing to him?" she asked with concern.

"He could be tearing him apart, maybe injecting him with different viruses. There's so many ways really."

"That's really morbid, you know that?"

He laughed a little, "Yeah, I know. But knowing Wesker, he's probably done with him by now. So you can go ask him these things now."

Sheva shook her head quickly, "No. I'll keep these things to myself."

"Suit yourself. But I have a feeling you're going to go to him. Your too distressed to let this stuff go and Wesker's the only one who can answer these things."

She rolled her eyes with attitude and started walking towards the door and Isaac followed. Just as they were about to go separate ways of the home, Isaac stood behind her and grabbed her shoulders. He turned her to face down a long, dark hallway and he pointed with his finger at the last door at the end.

"That's his room," he so smoothly pointed out. Sheva was aware that 'his room' was Wesker's room.

"Isaac—"

"Just go, will you?"

Sheva sighed heavily and ran a hand through her hair in frustration. Isaac left right away and left her alone at the beginning of the hallway and before she knew it, her feet were moving and they were heading for his room.

If there was one thing that made Wesker calm down, it was a steaming hot shower. He would always take one after something stressful or important took place. Like maybe his plans went wrong or someone that worked for him betrayed him and he'd have to kill them. And right now was one of those cases for he had just killed Bollard, and in a very brutal way at that. He needed that feeling of liberation as the water washed away the sweat and blood.

As he was drying himself off, he wondered how everything had gotten to the point where it was now; when he had captured Sheva, his intentions with her to use her for experiments and keep her for his own use instead of handing her over to Elliot Spencer. But now, everything had turned out a way that he never thought possible. He had saved her from the experiments and murdered Bollard because he didn't want him to hurt her at all, and he had intentions of doing the same to Elliot.

Why did he do so much for a girl that he barely knew? Sure, he had been watching her for most of her childhood, but now she was grown up and a completely different woman than Wesker remembered. How could he care as much as he did for her safety? She was biologically a Spencer and her blood was a treasure that could be make something revolutionary. She was strong and could most definitely hold her own if it came to extremes.

Wesker continued to ponder these things as he slipped on linen lounging pants—black, of course. As he was about to put on his matching robe, he heard a knock on the door. It was either Isaac or Sheva, and Isaac knew better than to bother him when he was in his room. Another knock came and Wesker quickly grabbed for his glasses as he called for her to come in.

The door slowly opened and seconds later, she stood in the doorway with a shy expression. She looked around and when her eyes found Wesker, she quickly looked away in embarrassment and hid her blush from him.

Wesker cocked his head to the side and looked down to realize that he had not tied his robe, and now it showed off a small part of his lean abdomen and chest. "Don't tell me you're shy?"

She shook her head, but refused to look up. She noticed in a small hamper a few feet away from the doorway and inside it appeared to have bloody clothing. "Why is there so much blood on your clothes?"

"Well, Little Bird, when you kill someone, they bleed. And sometimes that blood gets on you."

She rolled her eyes in response to his sarcasm and looked around his room some more. She noticed that the ceiling in his room was painted in dark colored thorns and wilted roses.

"What is it you wanted?" he inquired, breaking her from her contemplation of the painted ceiling.

"I wanted to ask you some questions," she said in a small voice.

He sighed with annoyance, "More questions?"

Sheva grabbed for the doorknob and started walking out, "Never mind, they aren't important."

"Obviously they are if you've come to my bedroom and ask me at such a moment."

"No, no it's alright. Really, they can wait or whatever."

She was about to close the door when Wesker pretty much flashed to the door and yanked it open. She stared up at him wide eyed and her mouth slightly agape. "How did you get here so fast?"

"Never question a God."

She rolled her eyes for the second time that day and it was her turn to sigh with annoyance, "Back to that, huh?"

"Back to what?"

"The whole God thing."

He gave her a cocky smile, "I never stopped."

She scoffed at him and started walking away until he grabbed her hand and pulled her into his room. He let go of her and closed the door. "What is it you wanted to ask?"

"Why didn't you ever tell me that Isaac was my brother?"

Wesker raised his eyebrows in surprise but quickly narrowed his eyes at her, "How did you find this out? I told Isaac not to say a word."

"Why did you tell him that?"

"Because I didn't want him to overwhelm you with new information."

She laughed at him, "Overwhelm me? I think that ship has sailed, because I feel pretty overwhelmed."

"You didn't answer my question," he noted.

She sighed and looked down at her feet, "I was looking at the files on your desk."

"You what?"

"I was roaming around this place and then I came upon your office. And you should really learn to organize, by the way, because you have all those papers scattered on your desk and anyone can read them."

He held back a guttural growl and crossed his arms over his chest, "Why did you look at them?"

"Why wouldn't I?" she asked with a wave of her hand, "They were sitting right there in front of me and one had my name, then Elliot Spencer's, and Isaac's. So I read his and there it was in black and white; we are related."

"You shouldn't be snooping into my stuff."

She laughed, "And you shouldn't have kept that from me. I had a right to know."

"Is that all?"

Sheva was surprised by his sudden urge to get her to leave. "No. I have more questions."

"Of course you do," he mumbled as he walked over to the two-seater couch at the foot of his bed and took a seat.

"So why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't say anything, because I know you would use him."

Sheva scoffed at him, "I would never use him."

"Yes you would. And you did. You got him to ask me to release you from the white cell and it worked, didn't it?"

"Whatever," she muttered as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"What else did you want to know?"

She considered her next question, "Why didn't Oswell come after me if you both knew where I was when I was a child?"

Wesker wasn't expecting her to ask that, and his surprise must have showed as she stared at him with a patient look. He took a deep breath, "I never told him where you were. In fact, I never even told him I knew where you were."

Sheva's patient expression changed for a puzzled one. "Why didn't you?"

"It was best for him to stay away from you."

She walked over to the couch he sat on and took a seat next to him, their knees slightly touching, "Why do say that?"

"Because he had hurt so many more children before you," he looked into her soft, young eyes and for a moment, he saw the young girl he had watched over so long ago. "I couldn't watch him do the same to you. I had to protect you."

Author's note: Bertie, stop. You're making me blush. Haha, I kid!

In zee next chaptair (That was supposed to be a written French accent. Don't hate.), Wesker opens up—GASP—and tells Sheva about his past and childhood that he can remember. And maybe Sheva opens up to him. Wink wink. Oh man, that could be taken so dirty…sweet.

So, I'm thinking because it's Friday, I might upload the next chapter tonight… What do you guys think? Let me know :) -Sarai