Okay Veronica Wesker you asked for it so here some more and by the way is that Mrs. Wesker or some other relation? ha ha For Zarbok, you're probably right that he his faster and stronger than what I've said but since I'm not sure how much so I'll just leave it as is for right now. Also Shakahnna I agree with you, since it's your story you can right anything I just really liked yours and will read all of it, I just kind of felt sorry for the poor man almost getting run over and all. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

The sun was just rising over the horizon when Wesker and Isabel pulled on to the narrow dirt path that would lead them to their destination. Isabel had just awoken from her slumber, sat up and looked at the tree-lined path they were on. The tree's had turned varying shades of yellow, red and orange, giving them the appearance of being on fire.

"It's beautiful here." She said in awe.

Isabel looked at Wesker when he didn't respond. She could tell he was even tenser than the night before. After a few minutes on the road the trees started to thin out and they came to a clearing.

"I want you to stay in the car until I motion that it's safe." Wesker stated in a tone that was not to be argued with.

The jeep came to a complete stop before a large farmhouse. It was a bluish gray color and two stories. The house was a fairly simple design, roughly a rectangle with slanted roof, and covered porch that spanned the whole front of the house. As Isabel looked around the front yard she saw a man walking toward the jeep. He was tall with brown hair that was short almost spiked on top. He wore a blue t-shirt and faded blue jeans but she couldn't make out any more than that. When Wesker got out of the car she saw him reach for something at the back of his jeans. A few seconds later she saw the gun he had pulled out.

"Hold it right there asshole." Chris Redfield said through clenched teeth.

Wesker stood perfectly still knowing he would need to act cautiously if they were to make it out unscathed.

"Before I kill you. How the hell did you find us?" He continued.

"I've known where you were for months. I was just waiting for the right moment to finish you off." Wesker retorted. "But I've found a more useful purpose for you."

By this time the other residents of the house had filed out onto the porch. As Wesker scanned the faces of the people he had once lead and betrayed he saw fear, hate, and disbelief. He also realized that Isabel had gotten out of the car, when Chris swung his gun from Wesker to her. Knowing she still wore the guard uniform for the facility, He stepped between the gun and Isabel. Wesker saw the shock on Chris' face as he did so. What he didn't see was Isabel grimace and run behind the jeep. A few minutes later they both heard the distinct sounds of someone vomiting. It was just the edge Wesker needed. As Chris stood there trying to figure out exactly what was going on, Wesker seized the gun and knocked him to the ground. Seemingly suspended in time no one moved from the porch.

"As much as I would love to be rid of you Redfield, I have someone with me that needs your help."

With that Wesker put the safety back on the 9mm and dropped it next to Chris. Turning his back to him Wesker walked over to where Isabel reappeared from behind the jeep.

"I told you," Wesker stated in a low voice, "To stay in the car."

Isabel could tell he was angry with her, but she had a good reason.

"I didn't think you would want me to be sick all over the interior of your jeep." She replied

While Wesker and Isabel exchanged words everyone else seemed to snap out of their daze. Chris having picked the gun and himself off the ground had everyone surrounding him to make sure he was okay. None of them were quite sure what to do now. Wesker broke the silence, turning around he barked.

"Chambers, you remember your medical training right? I have someone here who needs to be checked out."

Looking at Chris uncertainly Rebecca replied.

"Yes."

"Good, you can examine Isabel then." Wesker stated motioning for Isabel to go with her.

Rebecca Chambers didn't move a muscle. Standing there she just looked at Chris.

"Go ahead." Chris answered her unspoken question.

Rebecca nodded and motioned for Isabel to follow her. As they walked to the house Wesker turned to leave.

"Wait right there." Chris yelled. "We want some answers."

Wesker turned back to him and spoke.

"There is nothing to say Redfield. She needed help so I brought her here."

"You're coming inside. You're going to answer a few questions." Chris said his gun once again trained on Wesker.

Rebecca led Isabel through the front room of the house. It was a big room with hard wood floors and walls painted an off-white color. A big beige sofa with matching armchairs took up the center of the room along with a glass coffee table. There was a television hooked up to a VCR in a corner and videotapes strewn around the floor. Rebecca didn't speak until they reached a bedroom at the back of the hall leading off the living room. Turning to face Isabel Rebecca finally spoke.

"My name is Rebecca Chamber's. What's yours?"

"I-I'm Isabel Landen." She stuttered her reply.

Rebecca Chambers was young, maybe 20 years old. She had short brown hair and grey eyes, she was slight of build, but she had warmth about her. All together Rebecca would be classified as pretty, but for some reason she seemed older than her years. She motioned for Isabel to take a seat on the bed.

"I have to go get some equipment, and then we'll check you out." Rebecca stated as she left the room.

She was gone for only a few seconds and when Rebecca returned she was carrying a little black bag. As she started to unload her equipment from the bag she smiled at Isabel in a reassuring way.

"Do you work for Wesker?" She asked a frown replacing the smile.

"No I was being held at this facility, and he got me out." She replied.

"Oh." Rebecca said trying to hide her surprise.

"How long were you there?" Came another question.

"I'm not really sure, maybe two and a half, three months."

"How do you feel now?"

"Aside from what I think was morning sickness pretty good."

"Your pregnant?" Rebecca asked stunned.

"Yes, about six weeks I think, it was hard to keep track of time in that place."

"I'm sorry," was the only thing Rebecca could think to say.

"Why, it isn't a bad thing I want this baby, I don't know if that makes any sense."

Again Isabel saw kindness and caring in the young medic's eyes, as she gave her a slight smile.

"Well, everything seems normal, right now." Rebecca said packing up her equipment.

"You can shower and change into these they should fit. Your about the same size as Claire." She said handing her a pile of clothes she had also brought with her.

As Isabel started the shower she had no idea about the debate that raged in the kitchen.

When Rebecca walked into the kitchen the sight was a bit of a shock. There sitting at the table were her friends and the man who tried to kill her once. Even though Chris had told them all Wesker was still alive and that they had a run in at Rockfort Island, she really hadn't believed it. Yet there he was in all his arrogance. Why would he help Isabel? The thought raced through Rebecca mind. Albert Wesker didn't care for anything but himself. Then just as fast the answer came to her, her eyes widened with shock and she let out a little gasp. Everyone at the table looked up at the sound, but she quickly composed herself.

"Is everything okay?" Chris asked concerned.

"Everything's fine, she checks out fine," Rebecca answered.

Turning to Wesker she said, "She's in the bedroom at the back of the hall, she's asking for you."

Rebecca knew it was a lie but she wanted to talk to the group without him listening, having a ghost sitting in front of her was unnerving.

As Wesker got up from his place Chris went to stop him, but the look Rebecca gave Chris stopped him in his tracks. Rebecca waited until she heard the bedroom door open and close before she gave her report.

"Well," she began, "she's in pretty good condition for what she's been through."

"Is she infected with something?" Chris cut in.

"As far as I can tell no, and if you would let me finish you would know everything." She said shortly, she didn't like to be cut off mid- sentence.

"Sorry." Chris said taken aback, he wasn't used to Rebecca loosing her temper.

"Anyway as I was saying she's in good health, I know you are all worried about the display this morning. It was a bout of morning sickness."

As Rebecca looked around the table she saw the shocked faces of her friends.

"Are you sure?" Jill spoke up from Chris' right side.

"I believe her. She said she's about two months along. It won't be hard to verify with a home pregnancy test. In the meantime, I think she should stay in bed for a couple days to rest. That way we can keep an eye on her." Rebecca spoke to Jill.

"I don't care. If she's fine then they should both leave. For one she's with Wesker and two, if and I mean if, she did escape HCF will be looking for her. Chris spoke up again.

"We can't do that and you know it," Jill said placing her hand on his, "she needs our help we can't turn her away."

"What if it's a trick?" Claire piped up from across the table, "Wesker's an asshole. What if he's using her to get to us? He wants us dead, all of us." She stated looking around the table.

"Hey I don't know the guy, just what I've heard but if she needs our help we should do it." Carlos spoke up.

"Yeah Carlos has a point." Leon added.

At that Claire gave Leon a look that could turn men to stone. Leon took her hand in his as he spoke.

"I know what he did to you and what happened with Steve, but we can't just turn an innocent woman away."

"Fine." Was all she said, but she didn't look at Leon and Rebecca could tell she wasn't happy with the group's decision.

When Wesker walked into the bedroom he heard the shower shut off. Taking a second he looked around the room, he saw a pile of clothes on the bed. The room was sparse just a bed, a night table, lamp and a dresser. Since there were no chairs Wesker sat on the edge of the bed next to the clothes. A few minutes later Isabel came out of the bathroom wrapped only in a towel. When she saw him, a look of surprise flashed across her beautiful face. Wesker knew then that Rebecca had lied, Isabel hadn't asked for him. She just didn't want him around when she spoke to the others. After a second in deep thought he turned his full attention back to Isabel. Taking off his glasses he spoke.

"How are you feeling now?"

"Fine, just a little tired." She replied as she started to dry her hair.

"Are you mad at me?" She continued.

"I'm angry that you didn't listen to me, but it's over now so there's nothing to do about it." He answered.

Isabel held his eyes with hers for a second then shyly looked down, that's when she noticed she was half naked. Even though they had slept together she blushed from the tip of her head to her toes. Seeing this made Wesker smile, it was endearing to see her react that way.

"I think I should get dressed." She said starting to grab for the clothes.

"Go Ahead." Wesker couldn't help playing this little game with her.

"Well I um." She couldn't quite get the words out.

"I have seen you naked before, or have you forgotten?"

"How could I forget, I'm going to...." She couldn't finish that statement either, but Wesker already knew what she meant so he let it drop.

"Or you could dress in the bathroom."

He decided to put an end to the game. Isabel nimbly reached around him grabbed the clothes and went into the bathroom to change.

Upon reentering the bedroom Isabel noticed that Albert had switched positions on the bed, he was now directly facing the way she entered the room and he had left the sunglasses off. Isabel liked that it made her feel closer to him, more connected.

"You're leaving." She stated looking at him.

Isabel didn't know how she knew she just did.

"It will be safer for you if I'm not here."

"I don't care what's safe, I want you here. I don't want to do this alone." Isabel was in tears now.

Being only the second time Wesker had ever seen her cry it made him uncomfortable.

"I will be back to check in on you when it's safer, and you won't be alone they'll be here for you." He said motioning in the direction of the kitchen.

"I want the father of my child to be here, I don't care about them." As Isabel's voice got louder with anger Wesker's got quieter.

"I am doing what is best for the both of you. Do not argue with me on this." He said walking over to her.

Wesker put his arms around her and drew her to him, and held her close. He didn't know why he felt compelled to comfort her, but for some reason it felt right. He was about to say something else when someone knocked on the door.

"Enter." Wesker said as they stepped apart.

Isabel saw him reach for the sunglasses in his pocket and place them firmly on his face an instant before Rebecca stepped into the room.

"I thought I would come and officially introduce you to everyone." She stated looking at Isabel.

"Then I'd like you to stay in bed and rest a few days."

"Is there something wrong?" Wesker asked trying to mask the concern on his face, but Rebecca picked up on it.

"No, she's fine so is the baby."

"But with all she's been through I think bed rest would be good for them." Her full attention was on Wesker now.

"Well let's take you out and introduce you." She said as she turned back to Isabel

"Then we'll get you guys some food."

"I'm not staying." Wesker stated

At this Rebecca reached behind her back and produced her sidearm for a split second Isabel thought she was going to threaten him, but Rebecca handed it to him.

"You may need this then." She commented nonchalantly. Wesker was about to decline when she finished with.

"I'll get another we have a few around here."

At that she smiled. Wesker simply nodded and stuck the gun in his belt. As they left the room and walked toward the kitchen Wesker put his hand on Isabel's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. He then detoured to the left and headed out the front door. Isabel just stood there trying not to cry. She felt Rebecca put her arm around her shoulder as she guided Isabel to the kitchen.

As Isabel looked at the faces around the table she felt as if she were facing a firing squad.

"Well." Rebecca began. "We'll start with Chris."

"Isabel Landen this is Chris Redfield."

As Rebecca made the introduction Isabel studied him. He was the man who had pulled the gun on Wesker and herself this morning. Along with his brown hair he had intense blue eyes that were slightly narrowed at her. She could tell that while she was sizing him up, he was doing the same to her. Chris Redfield was in her opinion a handsome man. He had an athletic build to him. She could tell he wasn't happy about the situation, but she could see a kindness in him. Rebecca was moving on to the next person and Isabel was pulled out of her speculation to concentrate on them.

"To Chris' right we have Jill Valentine."

Jill was beautiful her straight chin length brown hair was perfectly combed. Her eyes were striking they were a blue so light they were almost transparent. She seemed very elegant and intelligent even her choice in clothes was different from the rest of the people at the table, she work khaki pants and light blue knit shirt that matched the color of her eyes almost exactly. Isabel could tell she wasn't the type to be fooled easily, but Rebecca wasn't giving her time to process everything as she moved to the person sitting next to Jill.

"The man sitting on Jill's right is Carlos Oliviera." Rebecca said with a hint of a smile.

Isabel could tell right away the young girl had a crush. She had always been good at reading people even if she had just met them. She couldn't blame the other girl, he was handsome. His brown hair was on the long side with a bit of natural wave to it. His brown eyes seemed to have a smile in them as if he knew a joke no one else did. His skin had a natural tan color to it, that and his name had her guessing he was of some Latin decent. He wore jeans and black t-shirt. But again Rebecca was moving on.

"To Chris' left is Claire Redfield, his little sister."

Her hair and eye color were that of her brother. Rebecca hadn't needed to tell her they were siblings there was no mistaking it. Claire's hair was long and in a high ponytail on her head. Isabel could tell by the cut off shorts and oversized red T-shirt that she was a tomboy at heart, and would probably take any guy head on. Isabel could see that she also wasn't happy about this even more so than her brother.

"And finally we have Leon Kennedy." Rebecca said again breaking her concentration.

She motioned to the man sitting on Claire's left. He had straight red hair about medium length, and gray eyes. He was in good shape but he wasn't as muscular as Chris or Carlos, he seemed the kind of person who, while able to protect himself, would use his intellect to get out of tricky situations. He wore black cargo shorts and a red and black flannel shirt over a white t-shirt. All together they were a good-looking group of people who seemed to compliment each other.

"Everyone this is Isabel Landen." Rebecca finally finished.

They all seemed to be nodding at her, Carlos and Jill even said "Hi."

"Where's Wesker." Chris broke in, "He has some questions to answer."

"I let him leave." Rebecca said bracing for his reaction.

"You did what?"

"What the hell were you thinking?" He said turning a nice crimson color.

"He thought it would be safer for Isabel if they split up and I agreed with him." She replied holding her ground.

He took several deep breaths to calm himself before Chris finally spoke again.

"So you just let him leave? He could have given us useful information."

"I didn't just let him go... I gave him my gun also."

"So you're telling me that you not only let someone who can't be trusted just leave, but you also gave him your firearm." Chris said in total disbelief.

"You do realize he wants us all dead right?"

"I know but he's just as much on the run as her." Rebecca replied motioning to Isabel.

"So it will be my ass if I'm wrong." She finished.

"You're too soft, just because he has helped one person doesn't mean he's changed." He said shaking his head

"I'm a medic not a solider, I'm supposed to be soft." She replied, defending herself.

"Hey, guys what's done is done we should just drop it." Leon spoke up.

"Fine, you can answer some questions then." Chris said his attention back on Isabel.

"Chris I want her to rest." Rebecca cut in.

"She can answer a few questions first." He replied his voice like stone.

"It's all right." Isabel said to Rebecca, seeing the disapproving look on her face. She sat down at the table straight across from Chris, her gaze never leaving his.

"What do you want to know?" Isabel asked getting straight to the point.

"First of all why you were at the facility, what did they want with you?" He replied.

"I was there because they wanted to know where my father is. I guess he worked for them. From what they told me he was working on a new project when he disappeared." Isabel answered honestly.

"Do you know where he is?" Chris broke in.

"No they kept asking me, and when I told them that, they brought people in to persuade me."

Chris lowered his eyes for an instant. He knew what persuade meant. As he raised his eyes back to Isabel he half expected to see tears at these traumatic events, but there were none she just continued.

"When that didn't work they brought Albert in. He tried drugs to get the information, but I had a reaction to them I woke up in the infirmary a couple of weeks later."

"Were you pregnant at the time?" Jill spoke up.

"No, that happened later." Isabel replied.

"You weren't...." Chris trailed of not able to put something so horrible into words.

"No." Isabel turned her attention back to him.

"Last night almost... But it was stopped. Anyway after the infirmary they left me alone for a couple of weeks. Then they tried bargaining with me, if I would just tell them where he was they would let me go." She let out a short laugh at this, "But I couldn't tell them because I didn't know. Then I was helped to escape." She finished.

"Do you know why Wesker helped you out of there?" Jill asked.

"No. His reasons are his own." Isabel said after a moment's hesitation.

It really wasn't a lie. When it came down to it Isabel didn't know what changed his mind. She knew a baby wouldn't really matter to a man like him, would it? Jill was a perceptive woman herself and even though she believed the girl's story she wasn't quite sure she had been totally forthcoming when Isabel had answered the Wesker question. She wasn't going to call her on it just yet and in front of everyone, Isabel had been through enough right now.

"Do you know anything about the facility they kept you at?" Chris asked

"Not really I was unconscious when I arrived there and I kind of fell asleep on my way here so I don't even know where I am." Isabel replied.

"Right now I think it's best if you don't know." Chris stated.

"Why?" Isabel asked a little shocked.

"Because I don't quite trust you, you did come here with Wesker after all." He continued.

"You don't believe me then?"

"I believe that everything happened as you said, but this is for our protection."

"Fine." Was all she said.

She wasn't sure if she would be able to stay with people who didn't trust her, but as she thought this another voice asked

"Would you trust a person who walked in with someone who had betrayed you?"

She knew the answer was no that she would have to earn their trust.

"In the meantime, make a list of things you'll need and we will pick them up for you." Chris told her.

"Okay, but I don't..." she trailed off

"But what?" Jill asked

"Well I don't exactly have any money on me." She finished looking at the table.

"Since you were left here you are our responsibility." Chris stated.

"I can't do that, it isn't right." Isabel argued looking up to meet his gaze.

"You don't have any choice. You can't work if they are looking for you, and they will be." Jill broke in. "Besides being pregnant how many people would hire you."

"But..." Isabel started.

"No buts." Chris cut her off.

"Now is there anything you need right this instant." He finished.

"I am kind of hungry." She said lowering her eyes to the table again.

She didn't like having to rely on other people, now she had no choice but to do just that. How life could really screw with you.

Everyone at the table for the most part had been quiet through the interrogation, but now that things had been settled they all rose with the exception of Isabel and Rebecca. Chris and Jill went towards the living room followed by Leon and Claire.

"I'll make you one of my famous omelets." Carlos said heading for the fridge.

"The only thing they are famous for is the heartburn you get after eating them." Rebecca said with a mischievous smile.

"Hey, I heard that." Came Carlos' reply from behind the refrigerator door.

"Just for that you don't get any Miss Chambers."

"That's okay I like my stomach too much to subject it to another round of your eggs." She shot back laughing.

"Fine then." He said as he went to work preparing Isabel's meal.

"I have to get ready for work." Rebecca stated as she stood up from the table and left the room.

Being left alone with Carlos, a man she didn't really know made Isabel uncomfortable, at the moment though he had his back to her concentrating on his masterpiece.

"She's something isn't she?" He asked his back still towards her.

"Who?" Isabel said caught off guard.

"Rebecca, of course I thought she'd had it when she told Chris she let Wesker go." He finished

"Chris was very upset with her, wasn't he?" She asked already knowing the answer.

"Yeah but he'll get over it, she's like a second sister to him. He really hates Wesker, can't say I blame him. If I had been betrayed by my captain, a man I trusted I'd be pissed too." Carlos continued, placing a plate-full of eggs in front of her.

"Maybe I shouldn't stay here then, if everyone feels that way I should go." She said picking at her eggs. "I mean, I came here with a man no one trusts. None of you could trust me either."

Carlos looked at her with a sympathetic smile on his face, and sat down next to her.

"Listen, I let peoples' actions speak for themselves, I won't judge you on what I've heard about Wesker. What I can tell you is that he's a smart man bringing you here."

With that he gave her a gentle squeeze on the shoulder. Such a simple act relaxed and calmed her. It was good to know that at least someone was giving her a chance. She took a bite out of her eggs finally feeling well enough to eat.

"Mmm these are great!" She exclaimed.

"Couldn't prove it by the reaction I get when I say I'm making them. I think they just can't handle a little spice." He replied with a grin.

After a moment all traces of humor left his face, and he became very serious as he spoke.

"You'll be okay here. We won't let any thing happen to you."

At this Isabel began to cry. She had cried more in the past three days than the last three years, but she couldn't stop herself. His kindness proved to be too much for her.

"Thank you." Isabel said between sobs.

"For what?" Carlos asked putting an arm around her.

Isabel was about to answer when Rebecca walked through the door.

"Carlos Oliviera, what have you done? She shouldn't be upset like this in her condition." Rebecca stated her voice full of anger.

"He didn't do anything." Isabel came to his defense, "He was being
kind and I couldn't help but cry."

Rebecca walked over to Isabel on the opposite side of Carlos and she too put an arm around her shoulder. That's the way they stayed, With Carlos on one side and Rebecca on the other both comforting her until she had no more tears to cry. None of them noticed the witness at the door, but Chris Redfield had watched the whole thing never making a sound.