Rebecca sat at the table, nervously staring at her shaking hands. She could hear her captain walking around in the apartment, getting dressed or whatever, she became more nervous every time she thought he would come in to the kitchen. She cleared her throat and looked up around her. For being owned by a guy, the apartment seemed to be very clean and....nice. The room didn't contain much but a refrigerator, the small table, a window and some brown cupboards, kind of worn. Rebecca looked up as she heard the sound of something hitting the floor, probably something metallic, coming from what sounded like the room behind. She didn't want to stand up again, afraid she would drop something else. She could feel her cheeks turning red as she blushed at the memory of what had happened last time she did. When the young medic looked down at the table, Wesker stepped into the kitchen. He was wearing his usual S.T.A.R.S uniform and the small sign on the right side of his chest, saying captain, glittered in the light coming from the small window.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice was soft and warm, not the usual manner. Rebecca didn't know what to say, of course she was ready, but she could feel him looking at her and didn't want to meet his eyes. The girl heard him snort and looked up. A bitter smile had appeared on his tired face as he walked around the table, not looking at her. Rebecca suddenly felt a punch in her heart, which obviously made her brave enough to speak.

"Uhm...I...I'm ready..." Wesker didn't reply, like if he struggled not to be nice to her. "Are you?" she added and her lower lip started shaking a bit. He still didn't look at her, and the smile was gone as he grabbed a key from behind the cupboard.

"Sure, let's go, we're already late", he said with a bored voice when he took a look at his watch and then turned to her. Rebecca had gotten up slowly, making sure she wouldn't drop anything. She followed the captain out into the hall and he opened the front door. The young girl looked up into the ceiling as the lamp seemed to be shimmering, it probably needed a change of battery.

"Are you coming?" Wesker sounded mean and gentle at the same time, how he could do that, Rebecca didn't understand, but she walked out of the apartment to let him lock the door. Why couldn't she say something funny, or at least something, but she knew Wesker wasn't the most humorous person, and those sunglasses made her a bit uncomfortable as she couldn't see his eyes. She stared at him, unable to remove her eyes from his back, he then turned around.

"We better take the lift..." he thoughtfully pushed the down- button on the wall and it turned green. Rebecca studied him for a while, he seemed stressed, the sweat on his forehead glittered in the weak light, coming from up the stairs. It wasn't a really nice place and the stonewalls showed signs of that someone had pulled a knife or something sharp along with it. A tinkling sound made her jump and quickly looked over to Wesker, she realized he'd been staring at her and looked down at her feet. As the two metal doors opened, the little room inside showed a fat lady in jeans and she was holding a cupboard in her right hand, a man with glasses and a blue suit and a woman with long blonde hair, she was wearing a short red dress and looked several times into the mirror on the left side of the lift room.

Wesker and Rebecca stepped into the room and pushed their way to the wall at the end, as the doors closed again. The annoying light coming from the ceiling made her dizzy as she looked up at her captain. She then noticed he didn't look at the lady in the dress, I mean she was gorgeous. Rebecca wondered why. She then felt the tickling feeling in her stomach as the lift began its way down and suddenly stopped to let another man enter. Wesker pushed himself closer to Rebecca, who was now standing in the corner, feeling the warmth almost suffocated her, so she closed her eyes.

"Are you okay?" Wesker's calm voice echoed through her dizzy head.

"Yea, I am..." what happened next made her almost faint because of all different feelings that flooded over her. Wesker had grabbed her around the waist and pulled her closer. Rebecca was terrified, she didn't know what to do.

"Just making sure you won't fall", she didn't look up at him, but she knew he was smiling. She pulled her own arms around him trying not to seem nervous or anything. She closed her eyes tightly and felt that tickling feeling as the lift went down again. 'This feels right', she thought and couldn't help but smile, she hoped Wesker didn't notice.

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Isn't that sweet? Well, Rebecca seems to think nothing could ever go wrong now, read the next chapter and find out what happens. Horror awaits! please R&R