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Everyone gets a bottlecap that says:pokes button Wesker with an irritated look "Don't test me Ms. Nightshade."

RESIDENT EVIL AND LEON FOREVER! WESKER TOO!

1wingangel and Nicole this fic is for you! May you two continue to bless this fic as I add flavors from both you and me! I shall promise to keep the originality going! And may you help me along the way, if I stray from this promise. Thank you, truly.


Resident Evil 4: A Fangirl's Dream Come True!

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Misadventure pt.2 and Reunion

- Waste Disposal Area

I moaned softly as my mind finally decided to rejoin the waking world, much to my own discomfort and pain. My eyes opened to inky darkness and I was confused about it. Am I still unconscious or awake? Dust tickled my nose, causing me to cough a little and sneeze; only then did I realize that I was awake. Recollections of what happened earlier floated lazily in my mind's eye and I quickly snatched at them to recap. Okay, let's see... I'm at the island, Leon's on his way to rescue me and Wesker busted me out first. Fast forward to what's happening now. Let's see... Leon's looking around like crazy to find me while I'm playing side quest adventure with Wesker. Yay. We fought some Militants, one was carrying a rocket launcher and it went boom. And...

I heard some coughing off to my side... though I couldn't tell which side, so I looked around, momentarily forgetting that I couldn't see much. I felt something brush my side and I nearly screamed, the sound of it would have carried if something hadn't clamped itself over my mouth. My hand flew up to pry it off, only to realize that it was a hand too, a gloved hand. And only one person wore full fingered gloves...

"Shh... don't scream..." Wesker's eyes glowed softly from the depths of the shadows of the tiny little cave that luckly formed around us. By then my eyes had adjusted to the darkness and I could more or less see Wesker on my right. He still looked dazed from the rocket blast but otherwise was fine... at least I hoped so. Ah, that's right. We're buried under the some of the ceiling...

The human BOW tilted his head and narrowed his eyes slightly as if listening to something. I couldn't hear it for a while but after a few seconds, I hear muffled talking... somewhere above us. I strained my ears to listen but didn't hear much, catching a few words here and there that didn't pull together to form a full sentence. So I gave up on listening in favor of looking around where we were. The cave we were trapped in was fairly small, a big piece of slab forming the roof of the cave. We were extremely lucky to not have been crushed when part of the ceiling collapsed. A child sized tunnel was stretched out to our...-um, north?- that allowed air to flow into our little cave. It was far too small to crawl through but at least we have air to breathe.

The faint voices got closer and I looked toward Wesker to see what he was up to. The human BOW pressed his hands against the slab that sat above us and looked as if he was judging it. The voices grew louder and from the sounds of it, one of the Militants was ordering the others to search the rubble for me. Well, at least they sound concerned for me. But then again, they were looking for me to complete Saddler's insane plan. Fuck that shit, I rather be held hostage by Wesker for his plan. At least he makes it interesting.

Wesker shifted slightly, kneeling below the slab of cement awkwardly and listened carefully. The Militants were drawing closer to our location from the sounds of their voices and the leader of them was closer to us still. After a few moments of waiting, a slow, dark smile formed on Wesker's handsome face. I cocked my head in confusion at the dangerous smile. What is Wesker thinking?

The notorious villain suddenly rose to his feet, gritting his teeth as he lifted the heavy slab to a certain height; as screams and cries of surprise erupted among the Militants there, startled by what was going on. As powerful as Wesker is, even he will have a hard time lifting something that heavy over his head like Superman. But I knew he wasn't doing it for attention, nor to just stand up and say, 'Hey, look at what I can do!' He was doing it to get the hell out of here. He lowered the slab at an angle in front of him and kept it propped up with one hand. I quickly stood as he panted from exerting himself by the power-lift. Whether he liked it or not, even Wesker had his limits.

While the Militants were still shocked and disoriented from what was going on, Wesker balled his right hand into a fist, pulled his arm back and...

WHAM!

The slab flew back from the Thrust Punch, slamming into other Militants, including the leader, and crushing them against the wall across the garbage dump. The cement slab shattered upon hitting the wall and I just stood there in awe. That was totally awesome! He just thrust punched it! Such perfection! Go Thrust Punch!

"Ms. Nightshade, run quickly!" Wesker suddenly snapped and I jerked back to reality and saw that the Militants had recovered and one was going to hit me with a shock stick. I quickly snatched up some dust from rubble and threw it into the solider's face, darting away from it. The plaga militant snarled in pain as he reflexively covered his eyes to rub the dust from his face. Wesker leaped in and thrust punched him into the concrete wall.

The other live soldiers charged after us and I grabbed Wesker's arm and tugged him to the ladder to the second level of the room. Wesker growled but knew it was best to run for your life at times like this, much to his distaste. The rubble had piled up high enough next to the ladder to reach the second level. I scrambled over it, Wesker merely jumped to it and we both bolted through the door. We barged through the other door and ran down the hall that led to the Stairwell Corridor.


-Stairwell Corridor

We entered the room and quickly but quietly made our way down the narrow passage, not wanting to attract unwanted attention if anyone was here. I peeked around the corner and gazed down the next hall and saw no one at least for now. Wesker peeked around the corner as well for a few seconds then walked out, heading toward the door somewhere up ahead. I scowled at him but followed his lead, knowing that we didn't have much time or the element of surprise to be sneaking around.

I sighed as I sprinted alongside the human BOW, "You know, we wouldn't be in this situation if you had left me in my cell, Wesker."

Wesker gave me a sideways glare and growled darkly. "Don't start with me, Ms. Nightshade. It wouldn't be wise to do so." He ran alongside me, keeping close in order to make sure he got what he wanted in the end. That was his only reason for protecting, I knew that, but it was still cool to have him around... watching him run... Damn fangirl thoughts...

We passed the Freezer room, I shivered involuntarily in remembrance of being trapped in the tiny, cold room with a Regenerator. Wesker glanced at me then at the doors as we passed them, curiosity lighting up in his reddish-gold eyes and I shook my head saying that it was just the adrenline rush from what happened before. I really didn't want to tell him about the freak in that room then have him go sciencist mode on me and venture inside. Sure the damn thing should be dead... by all accounts from what Leon did to kill it, it should be safe to call it dead. But I wasn't going to take chances, that's the creepy thing of Resident Evil. You think its dead but then it pops back into your life at the most unfortunate time.

We turned north around the corner and headed for the stairs to the Armory. I checked our supply of ammo as we moved and winced. The battle on the roof seriously burned through our supply... so hopefully we can scour the room ahead for left over ammo to tie us over. Wesker paused as he listened for movement on the other side of the door, as I nervously glanced to the door several steps away that led to the Kitchen Entrance. If Wesker ever discovered that trying that door would lead us out faster then there was no hope in ever reuniting with Leon. Which was a giant no-no, I have to have him go the long way around in hopes that maybe something will happen to seperate us and I can run like a bat out of hell to join up with the cute government agent. After about a minute the former STARS commander pushed open the door. "I don't hear anything, so it's clear but we must move quickly."


-Armory

We looked around carefully, listening for the faintest sound to see if it was really safe to proceed, I seriously hope to the gaming gods that it half is. Wesker, since he had heighten senses was the one that mostly listened for any moment or breathing that didn't belong to him or me and while he's busying doing that, I rummaged around my side pack after finally getting the thing to open and pulled out my iPod. I was hoping to at least avoid Wesker's questions when it comes to it with my little music friend as I turned it on...

The screen remained black.

What the hell now? I growled slightly as I fiddled with it to turn it on, and it still remain dead. Crap, what the hell am I gonna do to keep my sanity on the long flight back home? Play 'I Spy' with Leon in the helicopter? No, I got it! We'll play 'Patty Cake'! I sighed as I gave the iPod a little shake. Well, I could always talk to Leon, get to know him better, maybe get some inside info on him that no one knew of. That could always be good, to just simply talk... know what he thinks and feels. Pry into his personal life and learn what he likes and see if you can fulfill those... ARGH! Bad fangirl thoughts! BAD!

"Dear heart, what are you doing?"

I gasped in surprise, jerking slightly and looked up at Wesker, his reddish gold feline eyes looking down at me. I blinked, I didn't say anything out loud did I? Game Gods I hope not! "Uh... just messing with my iPod." I answered finally when his eyes repeated the question. I held up the little device for him to see, "I think the water seeped in and short circuited the thing."

"Really now?" Wesker murmured, holding his hand out to me. I blinked at his hand, as if it had too many fingers on it, "Let me see it." I blinked again in confusion then nervousness about it. Afraid that if I let it go, he would either crush it or throw it, or both. "Let me see it, Ms. Nightshade."

I didn't want him destroying it but didn't have much choice in the matter, so I placed the tiny black iPod in his hand. He slightly smirked at the black color and as he turned it over in his hand, I tensed, I forgot about the skin I had placed on it. The Umbrella symbol with flames under it, as if symbolizing that Umbrella was like a wildfire, destroying everything in its path in its quest to make the perfect BOW. The RE villian lifted a brow at the picture, slightly confused by it but the smirk lifted more, he found it amusing. I mentally sighed in relief that he didn't question about the skin, he must've figured it just another product Umbrella had made before its fall.

We walked slowly through the first bit of the area, not wanting to get caught as Wesker continued to amuse himself by studying the little iPod. Why he was so interesting in the thing I have no idea, but I busied myself with raiding several boxes to find ammo to replenish our supply. We entered the small alcove of where the Merchant's shop would've been had he stuck around. Our darling human BOW also raided a couple of boxes, taking some techno stuff out while pulling out a personal toolkit from the inner pocket of his business jacket. I quirked a brow at him but then shrugged as I dug around in boxes for more ammo. I didn't know what he was doing but I wasn't going to pester him about it.

We were quiet as we raided the room, taking extra ammo and whatever else we could find. I did find a nice little canteen of water for me to carry since Leon had the other one in his attache case. I had forgotten I placed it in there hours or so ago. The sexy blonde villian was still fiddling around with the iPod and wouldn't let me see it until he was done with it. Which annoyed me since it was my iPod. Yes, yes, my iPod but if I annoy him about it any longer, he's going to Thrust Punch his fist into my face. So, yeah, let's leave him alone with it. I don't want to being eating food through a straw. I sighed to myself as I looked nervously to both exits. If we don't move soon, we'll be surrounded and-

"Here you are, dear heart." a dark purr sounded next to me, snapping me out of my thoughts and making me jump in shock. I let out a quiet gasp from being startled before turning to see him. Wesker only lifted a brow at my reaction but said nothing about it as he held the iPod out to me. "Here."

I blinked in confusion then looked at his hand, seeing the little music device sitting on his palm. Okay, awkward... I took the device and blinked at it, turning it over in my hand. "Um, okay? Thanks for returning my broken iPod..?"

"I fixed it for you, Ms. Nightshade." Wesker replied matter-of-fact, "I replaced most of it."

"Oh..." I sighed again inwardly. Great, still no music. Though I thought about it, sure there's not music but at least I got a souvenir! Sweet! I got something from Wesker! Ha! Beat that Ashley!

"Do not worry, it still plays music." I blinked and looked up at him again. He fixed it for me? Whoa, that's a shocker. "The memory chip had survived the short out and I merely replaced everything else. Now you have your music back." Wesker smirked darkly as I gazed at the iPod with starry eyes, not paying attention to what the smirk meant. This is SO awesome! Wesker actually did something nice! This is so much better than just a souvenir! I am going to treasure this thing forever and take very good care of it because of sexy ass Wesker fixed it for me! Maybe this will mean he'll- WHOA! Slow down there fangirl!

I blinked and blushed at the thoughts that sprang up on me. Game gods these thoughts are going to kill me sooner or later, I just know it. We headed down the rest of the hallway and through the door to the Monitor Station.


-Monitor Station

"This is Leon." I jerked slightly at hearing the agent's voice as we entered the room. Wesker lifted a brow as we went to the the stack of monitors in the corner of the room. We peered at one screen and I blinked in surprise at seeing a top-angled view of the government agent at the control tower. I didn't know they had a camera in there... "Request backup. Repeat, request backup!" There was a burst of static coming from the microphone Leon was using and he cursed, slamming his fist on the machinery. "Damn!"

"Leon..." I murmured softly, worried that I wasn't with him to keep him calm. He must be flipping out at failing to find me anywhere so far. Don't worry, Leon. I'll rejoin you soon... Wesker smirked as we watched the Raccoon City survivor search the room for supplies or clues to where I was. ..I hope. Breaking away from Wesker will be next to impossible without something to distract with.

The human BOW chuckled darkly as he watched Leon begin to leave the room. I watched in amazement as the dirty blonde pause and turn to the stack of papers piled on a counter, then he swept the stack aside to reveal a box of shotgun shells. "He's quite the gifted survivor." Wesker mused as the agent claimed the box and survey the room once more before leaving. "His instincts are excellent. Anyone else would've missed those shells, let alone survive as long as he has."

"That he is..." I agreed, turning around to see what else could be of use. Anything would be good as a distraction, something had to be here that would be enough to escape the genius villain I was with now. I just didn't expect this to happen. "Oh shit..."

Wesker didn't have to turn around to see what made me swear in shock, he already knew about them and already knew that there was no way past them to the door behind them. A group of Militants were behind us, but they weren't the true threat. No... it was the two JayJays that were with them that made me almost crap myself. The chaingunmen leveled their weapons and revved them up. "Te voy a matar!"

The blonde BOW didn't waste any time. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me with him as he raced back through the door as the chainguns spewed their rounds and chips of wall and plaster flew every which way. He turned and using his immense strength, he twisted the doorknob to jam it. But he didn't stop there, no there was no reason to. The door would be broken down soon enough and he wanted to be away from them before they did. "I suggest you run quickly, Ms. Nightshade."


-Armory

Wesker pushed to urge me to run down the hall and I did. I ran and so did he. It was just seconds after we ran away from the door, did it come flying off its hinges, hundreds of nicks and dings on it as the stream of bullets shoved it to the wall opposite of the door. "Holy shit!" I yelped as ran with Wesker, looking over my shoulder to see the Militants pile in and the two JayJays file in behind them. I glared and shook my fist at the enemies. "Argh! I hate you guys so much! You're annoying!"

"They're aggravated enough, dear heart. Don't add to the fire." The former STARS member said matter of factly as we ducked into the alcove where it lead to the Stairwell Corridor. He peeked around the corner and fired bursts of gunfire into the mob of Militants, trying to either thin them our, or at least kill the JayJays. Which is both a good idea and a bad one. Good because then we wouldn't be having bullets in our asses. Bad because this was the best chance to escape Wesker and rejoin with Leon.

A Militant snarled and threw his shock stick at Wesker, who just watched it not even make the distance as it landed before him and rolled lazily by his business shoes. Then he promptly shot the soldier for it. I, on the other hand, watched it then reached over and snatched the handle, flicking off the power. This could be useful later. The pair of JayJays barked an order in Spanish and the mob of lesser Militants raced forward, depite Wesker's rapid fire. And as much as I wanted to escape the super sexy human BOW... I couldn't leave him behind to die. Curse my damn fangirl love! And then again, if I leave him and he dies... Every other fangirl in world would hate me. Damnit!

"Wesker! Forget putting holes in them! We gotta go!" I hissed, grabbing his arm and pulled him away from the corner. Which was difficult to do, seeing as he was pure lean muscle and I'm just little scrawny college girl. The BOW frowned before turning and heading out through the door and I followed.


-Stairwell Corridor

Wesker didn't waste any time to jam the door then, thankfully, ignored the door to the facility's kitchen and ran up the stairs and I followed, planning my escape carefully. If this works, I'll be free to rejoin Leon and continue on getting the hell out of here. Wesker tugged me with him as he headed toward the Waste Disposal Area, my escape route out. I was nervous about my plan, if it failed, no matter how much of the fangirl in me wants to jump and cuddle the former STARS captain... he was still a dangerous individual that could easily kill me. Not fun. I took a deep breath and let it out. Time to put this plan to action and pray to the gaming gods it works.

Oh hell, please let this work!

"Wesker, wait." I whispered, knowing he could hear me. He sighed and looked over his shoulder as he paused his cat-like stride. A look of irritation was in his eyes though he tried to mask it, forgetting that he was easy to read without his shades on. "Yes, Ms. Nightshade?" his tone still that of being in a business meeting.

"I don't think we should head to the Waste Disposal..." I said, "At least not yet." Wesker turned around and crossed his arms over his broad chest and I had to will myself to not blush in front of him. Which was hard to do since he looked so sexy in that pose. "And pray tell why we shouldn't?" he inquired, patiently waiting for my answer as if we didn't have a throng of killers after us. A blushed crept up on me as I twidled my thumbs, nervous and unsure if this was gonna work. I looked up at him and he had raised a brow at me.

"Um... if we go to the waste disposal then we'll be caught in a pincher maneuver. I'm sure there's going to be a group of Militants there... as well as Leon." I said carefully, watching his expression. He narrowed his eyes in thought, which was pretty quick since we're on the run. "Hmm... very nice, dear heart, I was just thinking the same." Wesker murmured, a feline smirk on his face. "And I know exactly what you're thinking. You want us to hide and slip out from behind them?"

I nodded. "Very well then, we shall." He smirked as he glanced at the Freezer room, the very same room where Leon no doubt got the Infrared Scope and fought that damned Regenerator. I headed to the card reader and fiddled with it, feigning to open it, since the room was already open. Wesker slightly ignored me as he stepped to the door, which opened with a loud woosh!, freezing mist poured out of the doorway. Interesting... There shouldn't be any after Leon had turned off the cryogenic freezer device.

Again, the human BOW walked in like he owned it, stepping over the lower half of the Regenerator corpse. Wesker wasn't interested in it since the upper half was splattered all over the eastern wall. I watched carefully from the doorway as he, not panicking in slightest, examined the charts and stuff of the half frozen body in the middle of the room. I inwardly sighed, badass, sexy and awesome to boot, even on the run with enemies around every corner, Wesker somehow finds a way to be scientific and just study things.

"You seem very calm about this, Ms. Nightshade..." he mused, not looking up from the little machine that was still spewing out paper and lines scribbled out on it. "Why are you so eager to help, when I know you oh so much wish to return to Mr. Kennedy?" I twitched as I pried open card reader panel next to the door outside the room. "Are you hiding something?"

I shook my head calmly, despite the fact I was worried as all hell about this. Don't think too much, just do it... keep him off your scent. "No, I'm just trying to keep you two away from each other."

"Oh really?"

"Yes, really." I muttered, glancing nervously down the hall, where the sounds of the door being pounded on and the Spanish shouts that promised death came from. I brought up the cattle prong, stealthy placing the tip of the weapon to the circuits of the card reader as I removed a Flash grenade that I had found earlier in the Armory.

"You really care for Mr. Kennedy, don't you?"

"Yes I do..." I stated calmly, flicking off the grenade ring with my thumb and tossed it into the room. "Which is why you're staying here."

Wesker jerked away from the frozen experiment, and only let out a growl of rage as the flash grenade went off, filling the tiny room with light and effectively blinding him. At the same instant, I flicked the power on the shock stick, letting the electricity jump from the weapon to the circuits. There was a sharp Bzzt! and the Freezer doors slammed shut and locked in defense against the "intruder".

"You will pay for this dearly, Ms. Nightshade!" Wesker hissed from behind the doors. I sighed as I placed my hand on the door and couldn't help but grin a little. "I know, I'll rue the day I bumped into you... which was hours ago; but I just crossed you more than twice. Anyway, you can escape through the air vents. You'll be fine. Later, Wesker!" I chirped happily, though still nervous as hell as I scurried away from the Freezer and toward the Waste Disposal Area.

And if I had stuck around to hear his next words, I would've heard him say. "Run, dear heart, run. You won't be able to hide from me now."


-Waste Disposal Area

"Rally~!" Leon's voice yelled and bounced off the walls of the large room. Oh hell yes! Leon's safe! I smiled with relief as I ran through the small control room that worked the crane. I peeked through the windows as I ran by, seeing the agent, as he leaned against the wall. He had the Striker in hand, his chest heaved with exhaustion from the running and fighting enemies in his frantic search for me. His hair was dirtied and slick with sweat, a few strands of hair sticking to his face which he brushed aside and called my name again.

I just burst through the door of the control room, carefully slid down the pile of debris and ran across it toward the agent. "Leon!" I couldn't resist saying his name, which startled him and caused him to look up. His weapon was raised slightly but lowered it again when he saw me, his bright blue eyes lit up at the sight. He pushed away from the wall and met up with me, half way across the room and welcomed the hug that I threw.

"Oh thank god you're alive, Rally." Leon sighed in relief as he hugged me briefly. I just smiled and repeated the words as well. The agent then pulled away and stared at me, obviously he was wondering what the hell I was wearing. Last time he clearly saw me, was at the castle when I was wearing something similar to his, and now I'm wearing something pop singers would wear to their concerts. "Um, Rally... what's with the outfit?"

I blushed deeply. "Um, its not something I would like to wear..." I mumbled, trying to cover myself, feeling self-concious. "It was Salazar's idea of "ritual" clothes."

"Ritual clothes... by dressing you up as Britney Spears?" Leon's eyes slid to the side, trying to think of how that could've worked. He nodded to himself. "Yeah... he was crazy." he smiled at me, "Would it make you feel better by telling you I let him have it?"

I giggled, "Yeah, I let him have it too. Solid kick to the back."

The agent laughed as he led me away from the door that led to the Confinement Corridor. "Nice shot, Rally. I would've paid to have seen that. Anyway, let's get out of here; if we find the Merchant again, I'm sure you'll be able to change out of that." I glanced at him and noticed he tried not to stare for too long, either he was looking directly in my eyes, fiddle with his weapon or look around the room. Clearly, the popstar outfit was making the former rookie cop nervous. I couldn't but giggle inwardly. Okay, the outfit is disgusting... but to see Leon be like this as he was when around Ada was actually kinda worth it. Man, I'm going to love remembering this.

Leon stopped next to the large hole where the trash was dumped in the facility. I smiled, the agent knew going back the way we both came in was no good, so he opted to go dumpster diving. No enemy would've thought we would do that. The strong toxic stink of the trash from below wafted up and hit my sense of smell like a slap to the face. I cringed and shuddered from the smell and without realizing it, I muttered. "Oh god that stinks..."

Agent Kennedy wrinkled his nose and waved the putrid fumes away from his face. "Sure does..." But he cast me his boyish grin, and I could literally see the idea form in his mind. Well... it was obvious anyway thanks to the game. But he looked so cute with that grin... I mean who could resist it? Who would want to resist it? ...Gah! Leave me be, evil fangirl thoughts! I mentally waved aside the thoughts and brought myself up to say Ashley's line.

I glanced down the trash chute then back at Leon's grin, blushing slightly. "You're not thinking of... No way!"

Leon's smile turned into a charming, mischievous smirk, looking to all the world like a devilish teenager with a prank on mind. He put away the Striker and took my hand, I had to force myself not to blush too deeply, as he took a step closer to the mouth of the dump.

"Way." His smirked bloomed to a smile and hopped into the chute, pulling me with him. I let out a squeal of delight and fright as we fell into the darkness...


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