Wesker

Two more days and then this fantasy of playing house will be over, I thought bitterly. It was an un-welcomed thought, I realized.

Was I going soft because of an eighteen year old? I glanced at her as she read a book. Unlike most nights, she was sitting close to me, but we weren't touching.

Her face had a thoughtful look as she bit the inside of her cheek. She voiced nothing, but her emotions could be plainly seen on her face.

After a few minutes, I looked back at the television, watching Jeopardy. It was one of the few shows I actually enjoyed watching, and despite the fact that I could get easily annoyed when I didn't know one of the topics, it also served to learn interesting tidbits.

"Wesker," I heard Rebecca say to get my attention.

"Yes?"

"Earlier, when you said age shouldn't matter... Did you mean that you might consider a relationship with me?" she asked.

"Rebecca, we already have a relationship," I told her. "But if you are referring to an intimate relationship, yes, I would consider it." I refrained from mentioning that I had, in fact, already considered every possibility and every scenario I thought I could-which means there were quite a lot-but I was positive the outcome would be basically the same.

Rebecca would refuse to be on a side she would immediately see as corrupt and evil. Telling her about Umbrella, explaining my position and expect her to feel the same way she does for me now would be like asking a lame horse to finish well in the Kentucky Derby.

"Really?" she said softly.

"Yes. But I want to make a bargain of sorts," I told her.

"Okay...Tell me what it is."

I turned myself fully towards her. "We will refrain from having sex until after your first real mission, providing that you don't land in the hospital again."

"And if I do have to go to the hospital?" she asked.

"Then we wait until after you come home and are completely healed," I explained to her. I knew she couldn't tell, but it almost felt as though every single word I said weighed down on me. While there was a chance that she would make it, what was the chance that she'd even want to be with me? Especially if she somehow found out the truth...and knowing my luck, she would.

Maybe I should have simply said no. Should have told her to find someone more in her age group.

Maybe I should've just let her sleep in her car and take showers at the station and presumably either eat at the diner or microwave food in the break room.

Maybe I should just stop doubting myself.

"Can we still kiss?" she asked me.

"Yes, of course," I said to her.

She closed the book and came over to me, straddling my lap. The way she did it made it clear that she was unsure of herself, but I wasn't about to stop her.

She leaned down and kissed me; my fingers went to tangle themselves into her short brown hair.

That was basically our night. If we weren't kissing, Rebecca would have her head on my chest and we would talk about trivial things. I managed to get her to talk more about herself rather than allow her to ask me questions about something I would have to lie about. I hated lying to her for some reason. It was just another exclusive group that she was included into.

First, it had been that she spent time with Sherry-and Sherry liked her.

Then, it had been the group that was exclusively to people I cared about, of whom there were only three, including Rebecca.

And now the no lying group, which only has two.

I glanced at the clock. "You should get to bed," I whispered into her ear.

"I should," she confirmed, talking into my shirt.

I kissed her forehead right before she got up. "Good night."

"G'night, Wesker, see ya in the morning," she told me as she walked up the stairs, her hips swaying slightly as she walked in front of me.

Tuesday morning passed easily. Unlike what I had expected, Rebecca continued to go to the office with me. However, unlike most days, I didn't go in with her.

"I have some errands I have to do today," I explained to her when she questioned me.

"Oh, alright. See you later then," she said to me. I gave her a quick, chaste, kiss before she got out.

I waited until Barry parked in his spot before getting out.

"Mornin', Cap'n," he said to me. "Here are the keys to my truck."

"Thank you, Barry. I'll make sure it has a full tank of gas upon return," I told him.

"Hey, you look different today. What did you do with your hair?" he asked me.

"No gel," I muttered. "Didn't feel like playing with it this morning."

"Ah, I see. Everyone like you has those days. What do you plan to do with my truck anyway?" he asked me.

"Just moving some furniture," I told him.

"Want help?"

"No, I'll be fine. I need you to stay here and make sure Chris doesn't be an ass to Rebecca," I explained to him.

"Consider it done. Bye, Cap'n," he told me.

"Good bye, Barry."

Ten minutes later and I was walking into a certain apartment. The smell of bleach tickled my nose just as much as it had the day before, so I told myself I would be quick with this.

Why am I even doing this? She'll be dead in a few days, I thought to myself for what felt like the hundredth time-in all truth, it was actually the twenty-seventh time I had reminded myself that Rebecca would mostly likely be deceased on the twenty-fourth of July, if not sooner.

Before I started dismantling the furniture, I sighed and ran my hands through my hair in a mix of frustration and annoyance. It felt odd for there to be no product in it; soft and bendable.

Like an eighteen year old's heart.

For once, I actually wished that Jill was there so she could drown out my thoughts with her gossiping.

It was noon by the time I drove down my driveway with the furniture rattling in the bed of Barry's truck.

I found myself driving at a crawl when I saw another car in front of my garage. I put the truck in park and sat there for a moment.

"Annette, what are you doing here?" I asked her as we both got out of our respective vehicles.

"Just came to talk," the blonde told me.

"Instead of spending time with your daughter?"

She rolled her eyes. "Sherry was happy enough to be dropped off at S.T.A.R.S. to talk with Rebecca."

"She's not something you can pass off when it's convenient," I growled.

"Well, I wouldn't have had to do that if you had been in your office like you usually are."

"What do you want?"

She glanced over my shoulder to look at the truck bed. "I see you're taking playing house even farther."

"That's none of your concern."

"You remember what happened the last time you got involved with somebody younger than you? What was her name again? Muller or something?"

I tensed. "Don't bring her up."

"Why not? Albert, I know what you're doing and it's not good."

"Focus on your husband before you try to 'fix' me," I told her, anger rising.

She looked at me. "Please, think of what you're doing."

"I know damn well what I'm doing."

For a few moments, we just stared at each other. In almost pained me to think that fifteen and a half years ago, we were in a relationship and she would've laughed if I mentioned that William had a crush on her.

"You know, I'm actually jealous of her," Annette admitted, breaking the silence.

"You have a family," I reminded her.

"I know, it's just that if you hadn't said no all of those years ago...it'd probably be our family," she told me.

"You should probably go pick up Sherry," I told her.

She sighed, glancing down. "I guess I should. I guess this is good-bye?" I couldn't help but notice how defeated she sounded.

"It is," I confirmed.

She hugged me. "Thanks for the memories," she whispered into my chest.

"Thank you for Sherry," I said into her blonde hair.

She pulled away. "She'll really miss you."

"Everyone leaves eventually."

"Maybe they'll return?" she asked hopefully, reminding me of the Annette I had known way back when.

"Not to here."

She sighed. "I love you, Wesker; all three of us do. We'll really miss you."

"I know; I'll miss you, too."

She didn't say anything as she sat back into her car, started it, and left.

I stood there for a moment before I set about taking the furniture inside.

Author's Note:I'm almost excited to get out of the pre-RE stage! *fist pump* I hoe y'all are liking where this is going and please tell me what you're thinking about it :)

Oh, an even though it's not cannon to the story, do you guys know who the other person is in the 'no lying' group? Anyone even wanna guess?...

Thank you to everyone who has reviewed! Really appreciate it ;)

~HolleringHawk65