Wesker

"Hold still," I told Henry.

"I'm sorry that I don't enjoy being a test subject," he growled as he tugged against his restraints.

I smirked. "This is only to improve your already remarkable skills."

A dark chuckle escaped him. "Wouldn't be surprised if this made you able to control me."

I shook my head as I injected the final shot into the IV.

"So what exactly is this stuff? Permanent steroids?" Henry asked me. With every word his voice got softer; raspier.

"Something like that."

And with that, I snapped his neck.

"Here I thought we were friends," Henry told me the next day as he came down the stairs in pajama pants.

I looked over at him from the couch. "You're alive, aren't you?"

His now bright blue eyes stared at me. "Dick," he muttered.

"Your cousin certainly did not have your manners," I told him.

He growled and was over to me in less than a second, hands around my throat. I gagged as I tried to wrestle him off of me, but his weight and my position were not to my advantage.

"You don't get to mention her," he growled. "Got it?"

I double tapped his shoulder-our usual sign when we had practice wrestling matches.

He got off of me and I instantly sat up and started rubbing my neck. "Might've made you a little too strong."

Henry scoffed. "I wouldn't have killed you."

"On purpose," I shot back.

He looked at me. "I know my limits."

"No, you knew your limits. That was when you were simply a man."

He rolled his eyes. "And now I should kneel at your feet and call you a god for what you did, I suppose?" he asked me.

"Feel free to start doing that whenever," I told him.

He laughed. "Lord Albert, the God of Science," he said in between chuckles. "Must sound nice to you."

"It does have a certain ring to it," I muttered.

"Have you had breakfast recently? I'm starving," he said to me.

"Look at the time, Korozov. It's quarter to one."

"In the afternoon? Well, I guess I should be damn glad that I'm off of work for the next thirteen days," he told me.

I got up. "It does sound like an awfully good time for something more to eat though," I said.

We went to the kitchen and I watched Henry as he started to get his usual breakfast of eggs, fruit, toast, juice, and milk together. However, as he was reaching for the juice-which just happened to be in a glass bottle-his hand spasmed and he dropped the bottle. Instead of using his new founded abilities, he jumped back, cursing as the juice and glass went all over the floor.

"Are you alright?" I asked him, staying at my relatively safe spot next to the table.

"Peachy, Al, just freakin' peachy."

"Just calm down. You can't get angry until you get a better handle-"

"Don't coach me, Wesker, I'm not an idiot. I know you think you're so much higher than me, but just remember that you picked me off of the streets."

I took one deep breath. "You're right," I told him.

He looked at me, surprised. It reminded me of Will, actually.

"I am?"

"Yes, now clean up this mess," I told him, a smirk on my lips.

He smiled at me; I'd just have to bear with his mood swings like I did with my own. He looked like he wanted to say something else, but instead, the twenty-four year old set right about to picking up the glass and getting the juice up with paper towels, not caring that he had stained his pajama pants in the process.

He looked at me when he was done for only a moment before he started hacking up blood.

"Henry!" I closed the distance between us. I started going through everything since I'd snapped his neck-every heartbeat, the mood sequences, the way he was.

As I tilted his head towards me, I thought I could feel my heart sinking to the pit of my stomach as I saw that the bright blue eyes had turned grey.

"God damn it Henry! Stay with me!" After everything, I couldn't lose him. Couldn't lose him after seven years. Couldn't lose him after the Hell I'd been through. Just…

Couldn't…

Eventually, he seemed to black out. All I did was hold him, staying on the floor.

"Dad…" he mumbled in his unconscious state.

I swallowed hard as I picked him up. Henry felt like a doll in my arms, curling into my arms. I took him upstairs to his room, laying him on the bed. Instead of leaving the room, I moved his reading chair over next to his bed and sat down.

And I waited.

"What happened?"

Half asleep myself, I lifted my head up from the back of the chair. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine. Now tell me what happened."

"Just some unforeseen consequences," I told him.

He groaned as he relaxed against the sheets. "You science people and the 'unforeseen;' it'll drive me insane one of these days."

"Henry, you know that the 'unforeseen' is part of science. I have to explore every option to figure out what's going on."

"This wasn't much of an option though…"

I hesitated. "You were the option."

He propped himself up on his elbows "Well I figured that out. But...why?"

I stared at him. "Does that really matter?"

"Yeah, it does, and I think you know why."

I sighed. "Please don't play that card."

"What card?"

I rubbed the bridge of my nose. "Muller," I said simply.

He looked at me, trying to seem unaffected, despite the fact he flinched faster than the speed of light. "Dad, seriously?" -the words rolled so effortlessly off of his tongue, I don't think he rightfully realized it. "I don't want to talk about this."

"I don't either," I told him.

"Right. Because you love Rebecca."

"Do you know how much you sound like a temperamental teenager right now?" I asked him.

"Because you make me feel like one!" he shot back, sitting up too fast. He groaned and leaned forward, clutching his left hip. I chuckled and he frowned. "Stop that."

"Why?"

"Because…" he shrugged. "I'm-we're-"

"Family."

He nodded. "Yeah, that's what it feels like, doesn't it?"

"We're two adult men; it's not a bad thing that we have a familiar feeling with each other."

"Wesker, that sounds wrong."

"I'm straight!" I told him, swatting his shoulder.

He pulled me closer, a grin on his fourteen-years-younger face. "That's great for you, Dad," he teased.

I rolled my eyes and started to pull away. "Alright, son, let's try to get some food into you."

"Yessir!"

"You have no experience with a father figure, do you?" I asked him over my shoulder as I got up and walked through the doorway.

"I had an uncle," he reminded me as he followed.

"Yes, but he was rarely home."

"My aunt was very strict towards me," he added.

"She was simply a severe woman, if I remember correctly."

He laughed. "Yeah, but she loved you," he told me.

"I do have a certain charm," I reminded him.

"I know this is weird, but I was wondering...do your sunglasses affect your mood?" he asked me.

I stopped in front of the fridge, looking over to him. "What do you mean?" I asked him.

"Well...you're nicer, I guess, when they're not on…Sometimes, it seems like you're battling yourself though, then you put on your sunglasses and you're calm and cold."

"Calm and cold?" I repeated.

"Is that all you heard?" he asked me.

"No, I was listening, and you might be onto something there," I told him.

"I hope I don't have to wear sunglasses all of the time. God, that would suck," he said to me as I placed a bowl of rice krispies with marshmallows and strawberries. Like a dejected teenager, he moved the crackling cereal around with his spoon.

I smiled on the inside as I sat down, with my own bowl, across from him. I wondered if the rare,sweet, breakfast would sooth him enough for me to pitch my idea to him.

Henry, who rarely missed anything, was watching me. "You do realize that the longer you look like that, the more you distract me, and therefore it is just less time I have to eat until my krispies are one soggy mess, right?"

I chuckled before talking. "You know that your contract with USO is over on January first, right?"

"I do know, though I'm confident that they'll offer me another one," he told me. "I was 'trained' under your wing, after all."

I glanced down at the table. I imagined myself on thin ice, reaching out for…

Never mind that.

"What if you didn't accept it?" I asked him.

He sighed. "Die. Why?"

"I mean if you had another job that was less involved in-"

"Bioterrorism and other shady businesses? Probably sleep a little bit better at night. Why?"

I tapped on the table. "How do you feel about SOCOM?" I asked him.

Henry, who'd just put another spoonful into his mouth, spit it all out onto the table. "You want me spying on Krauser?! Isn't that what Ada is for?"

I rubbed the back of my neck. "Certain complications with Ms. Wong have arisen and she is not exactly under my disposal."

"Right. Of course."

"Can you please at least consider it?" I asked him.

"After everything I've already considered for you, I guess this wouldn't be much. It's not like I have friends at Umbrella," he told me.

I tried to not seem to smug as I smiled. "Thanks Henry."

He shrugged. "Really, it's nothing. I've already sold my soul to you, so it doesn't matter."

I winced. "Are you comparing me to the Devil?" I asked him.

"To be fair, you do have red eyes now…"

"But I was never an angel," I countered.

He smirked. "That is true. I suppose that means you're a...demon?"

I rolled my eyes. "Just eat your soggy krispies."

"Yes, God Albert of Science," he said under his breath. He glanced up at me, his blue eyes sparkling. We shared a smile and I wondered if this was what it was like to have a son.

Probably not.

Author's Note:Hello to all of you lovely readers! I hope this chapter was acceptable! (I almost forgot to post today) Sometimes I feel that people get annoyed when I start weaving another story into an already existing story, and of course no one actually tells me, so I never really know...

How would ya'll feel about a Henry and Wesker backstory oneshot? You'd finally know who Henry really is (if you haven't guessed correctly yet) :)

I hope everyone had a good week! Thanks for reading and pretty please review?

~HolleringHawk65