Claire glanced at the clock, shocked to see it was 8am. They had literally slept all day and all night. Her phone was above her head, reaching up she grabbed it. No missed calls. She relaxed and let her head fall back to the pillow. Steve was no longer wrapped around her. She turned and found him sprawled out on the bed. His arms were above his head and his mouth was slightly open. He looked really comfortable. She knew they should get up but she didn't want to disturb him. Maybe a few more minutes couldn't hurt. She scooted to his side and rested her head gently against his chest and snuggled into his side. Steve made a small sound but other wise seemed unfazed at her movement.

Claire somehow managed to fall back asleep only to be woken up an hour later. Steve had rolled over and wrapped his arms around her. Claire opened her eyes to find herself face to face with the red head. He was obviously still asleep. She could feel his chest rising and falling slowly against hers. She gently reached up and brushed some of his messy red hair out of his face. Her hand stopped as his eyes opened a few times. He blinked and stared at her. A smile crept over his face. She could see the mischievous glimmer.

"Are you trying to take advantage of me while I sleep?" he asked.

She hit him on the shoulder before moving away. He laughed and moved to get up.

"Sleep good?" he asked as he stretched.

"Yeah, I feel so much better. You?"

He nodded.

"Nothing more refreshing than falling asleep with a pretty girl." he said with a grin.

Claire couldn't help but smile. Steve was being more like himself.

"I can't believe we slept so long." She said as she glanced at the clock.

Steve nodded in agreement.

"Yeah wow. I never sleep that much. Wanna go get breakfast?" he asked.

She pulled the band out of her hair and let it all fall around her shoulders. It was messy from sleeping with it up. Steve stared at her, causing her to give him a questioning look.

"I've never seen you with your hair down. You look really pretty."

She blushed.

"Let's get breakfast."

He grinned and left the room. She followed him towards the bathroom. He grabbed his clothes and left her alone. After shutting the door, she quickly brushed her hair and put it back up. She didn't want to cut it but she didn't want to deal with it. She washed her face and quickly threw on some eye liner. She thought it was funny that she wasn't trying very hard. Normally it took her more than an hour to get ready in the morning. For some reason she felt like she didn't have to try as hard for Steve. She hadn't even realized she was trying to look good for him until that thought. She left the bathroom and went to get dressed. A tight black t-shirt and a pair of kaki Capri's looked good.

When she finally got done, she went into the living room. Steve was leaning against the now open windows. His golden eyes caught the sun as he looked back at her. It reminded her of cat eyes when they caught the light at night. He smiled and ventured farther into the living room, causing his eyes to return to the normal gold. Claire returned his smile and shrugged.

"Ready to go?" she asked.

"Yeah, any place in particular you want to go?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"Nope, but pancakes sound really good right now."

He laughed and held the door open for her.

Outside, the world was so normal. People were walking around and chatting amongst themselves. No one had any idea what had happened such a short time ago. She envied them. The sun was shinning, birds were singing. Everything seemed so perfect. Only they knew that a madman might be coming back to life somewhere. She shook the thoughts away. Who knew when they would see Wesker again, if ever. She needed to relax and try to enjoy life. Steve gently bumped her shoulder. She glanced up at him. He opened his mouth to speak but her phone cut him off. She glanced down at the number and sighed as she saw Bobby's name appear.

"Hello?" she asked after flipping the phone open.

"Geeze Claire I thought something had happened to you! Where have you been?"

She sighed again. Claire had ended things with Bobby a few weeks ago. She had planned on evacuating him with her and the others because they had history but she didn't want him calling her all the time. That was something he was bad about. He thought that if he called her a lot, she would want to get back together with him.

"Hey Bobby. I'm sorry, I've been busy." she said.

There was a pause on the other end.

"Hey I see you!" he said excitedly.

She looked around, causing Steve to do the same. They paused on the sidewalk.

"Claire!"

She looked farther down the walk to see Bobby's blond head running towards her. He faltered when he saw Steve but kept coming. His light brown eyes moved from her to Steve and then back. She could see the jealously already.

"Hey Claire. Wow its funny being on the phone and seeing you like that." he half laughed, still shooting glances at Steve.

Bobby wasn't a very big guy. Steve was about an inch taller and much more muscular. He stepped slighter closer to her.

"Yeah it's crazy. Oh this is my friend Steve." she said.

Steve held out his hand. Bobby looked at him for a moment before taking his hand.

"Bobby." he said and looked back at Claire.

"Friend?" he asked, raising a brow.

She sighed.

"Bobby I'm not dealing with this today." she said in quietly.

Steve glared at Bobby.

"Not dealing with what? I don't get you Claire. You break up with me, and then make me think you want to be with me again, then I find you with another guy. What is going on?"

She rolled her eyes.

"I broke up with you. You called me 4 times a day. That's not me wanting to get with you, its you not leaving me alone. And I have the right to spend time with who ever I want."

Bobby huffed.

"Yeah sure, it's all me, like always…" he paused as Steve stepped in front of her.

He took a few steps forward, causing Bobby to take a few steps back. Claire didn't bother to break them up. She had had about enough of her ex boyfriend.

"Look. You need to go find some other girl to bother. Claire doesn't want you around anymore. Stop calling her, don't email her, don't even walk by her house. If I so much as hear one word about you bugging her, I'll show up and make sure you can't even remember how to use a phone." Steve said to the smaller man.

Bobby stood there with his mouth hanging open. Steve backed up until he was standing at Claire's side. He took her hand and started to walk by.

"Besides, she's already got someone new to pester her." he said with a smile.

Then they went to get breakfast.

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Sherry sat alone in the lab. Her eyes were locked on the tube in front of her. Henry had given a private room but she couldn't stay away from Wesker. She knew that if she left him, they would cut him up. She couldn't stand the thought of him that way. The lights were all out except for the ones lighting up the tanks. Wesker's body was lit from behind, casting the features of his front in shadow. Sherry pulled the sleeves of her white long sleeve shirt down some. It was cold in the lab. Slowly, she reached out and touched the glass in front of her. It was ice cold. No doubt to keep the body inside intact. Her heart ached as she wondered how long his body would stay that way. How long before he stopped looking like himself? She didn't want to think about it.

A single strand of blond hair fell in front of her face. Sherry stared at it. Henry had said he couldn't figure out what was inside of her. She didn't know a lot about anything scientific. Her father and mother had worked with her some as a child, hoping she would follow in their footsteps. There were times growing up that she had been in the lab with Wesker as he worked on various things. She learned a lot from him during those times. Sherry plucked the thin strand of hair from her head and walked over to the nearest microscope. She knew she wouldn't be able to tell much from the hair alone but it was worth a look. She pinned it under the glass and turned on the light. As she looked at her own hair, memories of her parents filled her head. She remembered her mother trying to teach her about virology while her father was always working. William Birkin hadn't had time for his family. He was always worried about his work.

She smiled as she recalled the memories of how her father used to be. Before his work on the G-Virus, he had actually cared about them. She could remember him spending time with her. Teaching her as he mother would. She loved her father, even in spite of all the terrible things he did. It didn't matter that he infected her with the vary virus that ended up being his down fall. She understood all about it. William wasn't a bad person, he just got caught up. She didn't blame him or her mother. They probably shouldn't have had a kid since they worked for a company like Umbrella but they did. And it was her. At least she had the smarts of her father and good looks of her mother. She grinned. Wesker had said that too her not long before he died.

Deciding she couldn't figure anything out from the hair, she looked back towards the tube. There weren't any tubes or wires hooked up to him. How would they know if he came back? Her eyes rested on the unhealed hole in his forehead. That was how. If Wesker was returning, he would heal. That's what they were watching for. She stared at him for a long time. Then she turned and started digging through the various drawers around the room. She had to test something. The door was shut but the cameras were on. When she started, someone was sure to come and try to stop her. Her hand grasped the item she had been looking for.

Sherry pulled the sterile needle out and pulled the cover off. Then she ran to the tube. Climbing up it using the tube next to it, she balanced between them and ripped the sealed top off. The freezing fluid had a peppermint type smell to it. She wrinkled her nose before thrusting her arm into the water. The needle pressed easily into Wesker's skin. Then she pulled the end back. Dark red fluid filled the chamber, making her smile. Once the needle was full, she closed the top and went to the microscope. Why hadn't anyone come to get her yet? She let some of his blood fall onto a slide and then placed it under the lens. Wesker's blood swam with living cells. Had they even taken a blood sample from him yet? She noticed that all the cells were moving but they were dormant. None of them wiggled or really traveled. The just floated around bumping into one another.

After staring at the blood for a long time, Sherry started to wonder what it meant. She was almost a hundred percent sure Wesker wasn't really dead but she didn't know why he had done this or how to bring him back. Did he even want to be brought back yet? She didn't care. She wanted him back. Sherry took her hand and cut a small line on her palm with her nail. A small bead of blood appeared. Taking a deep breath, she let the blood fall onto the slide. Her blood mixed with his. Then she looked back through. A smile spread over her pale face as Wesker's cells suddenly burst back to life. She was the key to bringing him back. Her pale eyes looked up at the camera closest to her. Could it make out everything she had just done? Her mind started going. Everything rushed through her head in about 5 seconds, then she moved.

Her first action was to smash the control panel for the door. They would have to pry the damn things open. She turned and started grabbing the cameras. She smashed them all one after the other. This was going to have to be fast. She took the same needle and emptied it before injecting it into herself. She filled it back up with her own blood and ran for the tube. Someone pounded on the door but she didn't hesitate. She ripped the top off the tube again and shoved the needle down through the water and into Wesker's shoulder. Once the needle was empty she tossed it and turned to face the door. There were multiple people outside trying to wrench it open. Sherry rolled her sleeves up and prepared to face them. She heard the sound of water sloshing behind her. She spun to see Wesker's body jerking. His eyes were still tightly closed but he looked like he was having a seizer. Panic flooded through her and she smashed her fist into the glass. It was damn strong. A spider web of cracks spread from where her fist collided with it. She watched as slowly the entire front of the tube was covered. A single piece of glass popped out, letting a tiny stream of water shook past her. Then the entire front shattered. Sherry managed to throw her arms out to catch Wesker's falling body was water rushed past her.

She felt him fall into her, knocking her to her knees. His body was ice cold against hers. She was soaked from head to foot but it didn't matter. She pushed Wesker back some to look at him. He was on his knees in front of her, his upper body was being completely supported by her. He still shook and jerked. She was starting to freak out. He wasn't breathing and she was sure he should be by now. She turned as the sound of something buzzing came from behind the door. Was it a saw of some kind? They were going to cut away the door. Her hands found his face and lifted it so that she could look at him. His eyes fluttered, revealing the blue behind his lips. Then he started coughing. She felt relief wash through her as he took huge gulps of air and continued to cough. His fist clenched around the fabric of her wet pants. His head feel against her chest. Sherry held his head as he continued to cough.

When he finally looked up, she smiled. His blond hair was stuck against his forehead. She smoothed it all back like he always wore it. His blue eyes were locked with hers. She couldn't look away. He reached one shaking hand up and placed it against her neck. She smiled wider. The horrible screech of metal being torn apart interrupted their moment. Wesker looked past her at the door, his eyes starting to take on a more red tint. Sherry moved away from him to grab some spare clothes from one of the many closets in the room. She handed them to Wesker as he stood. He took them and immediately slipped the pants on.

"All to plan." he coughed.

She glanced at him.

"Huh?"

"You touched my blood after my death." he said while looking around. "I was really hoping you would, none of this would have worked if you hadn't been infected by my blood."

She smiled. She had known he had a plan.

"All this to get you're secrecy back?" she asked as they saw the first sight of the saw breaking through the door.

"That and to test you."

Her eyes found his.

"Perfect score." he smirked.

She grinned back as they prepared to force their way out of the hospital.