Leon was the last down to the breakfast table, Sherry was the first. She had got down extra quick, just to make sure Rebecca wouldn't be there. Sherry had felt, at least for a while, that she had had the situation under firm control.
She now knew that this was untrue. She was annoyed with herself for actually admitting to herself that she was pretty obsessed with keeping Rebecca out of the way.
Downstairs, Sherry was in her bathrobe still, wearing big fluffy bunny slippers that her Aunt Kate had given to her as a Christmas present about a year ago, which was unusual since Aunt Kate, while being a nice person didn't have the best eye for Christmas presents, sending her stuff that a four year old would have been thrilled with when she was ten.
Sherry sat at the table, yawning and pouring herself some cereal. Rebecca was second down, and for the first few minutes, the soporific atmosphere sat heavily on their shoulders, even after showers that supposedly woke you up.
Rebecca decided to try and open the conversation. Unfortunately, the conversation was like trying to have a conversation with the Russian Prime Minister – Very awkward.
"So…Good night's sleep, Sherry?"
"Not bad"
"Good"
Silence. The tension could have been cut with a knife.
"Uh…So…" Rebecca looked around desperately, trying to bring an atmosphere to the table.
"What?" Sherry asked, a little too harshly for Rebecca's liking.
"Just trying to be friendly" Rebecca muttered.
"Well I'm fine as I am" Sherry replied, having heard what she'd said.
'She must think I'm stupid' Sherry thought, mentally shaking her head.
"I thought that you'd at least try to talk – We're not exactly getting on like a house on fire, are we?" Rebecca pointed out.
"No" Sherry replied "More like a house that's already been burned"
Rebecca narrowed her eyes.
"Are you trying to insult me?"
Sherry cocked her head
"What ever gives you that idea?"
"Ever since I arrived, you've been so…cold! What have I done exactly to earn this?"
Sherry bowed her head slightly, putting on an expression that could only be accurately described as granite.
"You arrived…need I say more?"
"Sherry, cut the cr*p and TELL ME!" Rebecca snapped.
Sherry nodded.
"Fine…Get this sister, Leon is NOT yours for the taking. You don't deserve him, neither are you going to get him – ever"
Rebecca clenched her fist.
"And what makes you think we couldn't get together?"
"Because, just in case you're blind, he's not interested!"
"Oh really, asked him have you?"
"No, but I can tell – Everything was perfect until you arrived!"
"I'm under the impression I'm not the only one with eyes for Leon in this household!"
Sherry shook her head.
"I don't know what you're talking about"
"Really? It's SO obvious you've got an unbelievable crush on him - The way you cling to him, the way you snuggle up to him as if he's your boyfriend, which he isn't considering he's more than ten years older than you and therefore removing all chances YOU have with him!"
Sherry stood up, enraged.
"Is this a declaration of war?"
"You can damn well bet it is!!" Rebecca replied, standing up too. Flames danced in Sherry's eyes for a moment. She would have hit Rebecca. She'd probably have tried to grievously wound her, if it wasn't for the fact that Leon came down the stairs at just that moment.
He stepped around the corner of the doorway, and as if on cue, the two of them sat down quickly as if nothing had happened.
"Hey ladies, I heard shouting down here – Somebody burn their toast?"
He raised an eyebrow with a slight smile.
Sherry and Rebecca allowed faint smiles to him, but as they looked at each other, the thunder returned for just a moment, before obscenely strong self control allowed Sherry to haul back her emotions and quell her temper. Her self-control was so strong she could have been a Jedi Knight.
It was just as well it was only fifteen minutes since he'd woken up, so it was predictable he wouldn't have been able to detect the hostility in the room.
Leon sat down, smiled again, and set to making his breakfast.
Sherry and Rebecca exchanged furious glances over the table. From now on, it was war.
"So, how did you sleep?" Rebecca asked Leon, leaning forwards on her elbows, doing that 'puppy dog' thing with her eyelashes.
"Pretty well, yourself?"
"Like a log" she replied.
Leon turned to Sherry.
"How about you, little princess? How's about you?"
Sherry blushed a deep red, smiling a smile that was both coy and touched.
She brought her eye downwards, and just underneath the table-cloth she could see the legs of Rebecca and Leon. Leon's weren't moving, but Rebecca…she could see that she was slowly but surely edging her right leg towards Leon, trying to get closer.
Sherry's eyes narrowed.
As casually as she could manage, she leaned back, and kicked her legs out as hard as she could. Her feet smacked into Rebecca's leg with a satisfying CRACK.
"OUCH!" Rebecca exclaimed, withdrawing her leg instantly.
"I'm so sorry" Sherry was trying her best not to laugh "I didn't realise your leg was there, I was just stretching. Did it hurt?"
"Yes it did! You little-"
Leon held out his arm, face suddenly stern.
"Now stop that Rebecca, Sherry didn't mean any harm"
Sherry smirked with triumph, but quickly withdrew it when he turned to her.
"And I think that that was kind of irresponsible, to kick out with your legs like that"
Leon was the most mature person in the house, Rebecca and Sherry had to admit. Rebecca may have been eighteen, but she was still, essentially, a child – Her maturity hadn't caught up with her yet.
"Sorry" Sherry muttered.
Leon shook his head.
"This is not a good start to a first day with Rebecca, Sherry – And I think that you should keep some degree of self-control Rebecca"
Still talking like a cop, Sherry thought, that was one of the things she loved about him. He was always saying not to worry, and that everything would be okay…But unlike most people, he actually meant it. Everything Leon said was true, in Sherry's opinion. He said that he'd look after and protect her forever, whatever the consequences – And she knew without a doubt that this was true.
Not for the first time, a fierce pride and joy that SHE was staying with Leon S. Kennedy arose within her.
'Oh Leon' she thought 'If only you knew – We could be together forever…'
Sherry sighed.
"Oh, ladies" Leon suddenly said "I thought we could all go out for a meal tonight, to patch any misgivings we have about each other up"
"Great idea!" Rebecca chirped.
"Yeah!" Sherry added – but then she looked for a second meaning behind his words. Why would Rebecca be so excited about a meal?
What's that little schemer after, Sherry pondered, is it Leon?
She suddenly flew into a mental rage. If Rebecca was going to try to shine Leon on, she'd show her what attractive really meant…
END OF PART 3
Note: Sorry it's been so long, and sorry it's so short, but I have been kinda busy with another series of mine, the first part of which will be up soon also. It's a Resi-Evil Blair Witch Crossover (don't worry, no wobbly cameras or stupid people) which is more to do with the legend of the Blair Witch rather than any of the characters or films – In fact, it probably has more in common with the Blair Witch game!
Well, catch ya later! I've got writing to do, and don't panic – I'm also writing part 4 (maybe the last?) episode of 'Sherry's first, her last, her everything'! STAY TUNED!