Sorry I haven't been updating for a while, but I've been quite busy and stuff...yeah...anyway, here's the chapter you've all longed for :P

With the last of his strength, Wesker slowly sat down, turning the little girl around. His heart started racing and he felt warm tears building up before his eyes.

"Sherry....", he pulled some blonde hair away from her face, showing that the bullet was still buried in the back of the head and blood ran down her tiny face. For the first time in a long time, Wesker felt weak and helpless, what could he do? What could he possibly do to save his daughter? Why did he drag her into this mess? It was Chris' fault, all his fault!

The blonde looked up for a while, to see his former teammate standing a distance away, his face was showed guilt and regret as he didn't move. He stared at little girl in his captain's arms.

Wesker came to a decision and approached his hand to the hole where the girl's eye had recently been and buried two of his fingers deep into the wound. Trying to grab the bullet wasn't the easiest thing and he could feel himself panic. The piece of metal was all sticky and slippery, but he succeeded at last. When examining his daughter's face, he could hear Chris speaking into his radio, he only heard a few things about getting a medic over or something. Then it suddenly crossed his mind....Rebecca! Where was she? He had no more time to think though, a groaning sound came from the child in his arms.

"Help is on the way......", Chris couldn't bare himself to say anything more, but approached to the two tyrants.

"I don't need your help! Where's Rebecca?!" his voice trailed off as the little girl tried to stand up. "Sherry!" he caught her in his arms as she was about to fall, the blood had stopped trickling down her face and she opened her blue eye, staring into her father's.

"Sherry....Don't ever do that again...ever", the blonde felt himself weaken in all fear for the girl and his wounds. He held her in a gentle embrace, sobbing quietly into her shoulder.

Young Birkin looked back as her tyrant instincts noticed someone was watching them. It was that Chris guy....Who Claire had, without looking back, left her to find. Couldn't he take care of himself? She scanned him upside down with her only remaining eye.

"Wesker, please let me help....I've got an first aid spray...", the dark haired man reached for his pocket, but Sherry cut him off.

"It's okay....it doesn't hurt much anymore", right as she'd told him, the virus in her body had taken care of her wound and started healing it from the moment she got shot. Despite her eye, would never come back again. She turned to her sobbing father.

"Dad...it's okay", Wesker grabbed her little blank face with both his hands, caressing her soft skin. He couldn't believe Sherry would grow up without one of her beautiful eyes...her remaining eye shortly switched to a yellow tone before changing back to normal. She was truly becoming more tyrant for every day that went by.

"Wesker....", a shadow fell over them. Chris had realized, no matter how much this man had hurt him and his friends, Sherry needed him and he'd do anything for that little girl's safety.

"Please let me help you...." he sat down, trying to remove his daughter from his grip. "Your bleeding to death..."

"No...." came the wheezing answer. I don't need your help...." he knew it wasn't true. He'd been suffering too much loss of blood for the virus to recover his body that soon. He was as much mortally wounded as a normal human would've been.

"Dad....please....for me", she pleaded, letting his limp body slump to the ground. A tear made its way down her cheek. Chris allowed himself to spray the medicine over the man's wounds, holding him down a little for struggling.

"Chris....you....damn you.....", he felt his skin burn as the first aid spray ran down into the bloody holes. Then, everything went black.

"Chris!" he heard the familiar sound of Jill's voice as he saw the rest of his friends com running towards them. To his surprise, Rebecca was limping behind with help from Claire. A rag was tied around her shaking hand, where Birkin's claw had went through earlier.

"Good you're coming....Wesker is dying....", he gesticulated at the man on the ground.

"What? Are you insane Chris?! That's Wesker god damnit!" Barry exclaimed. Gasping sounds escaped everyone's lips as they noticed Sherry, standing there, looking up at them with one eye.

"Sherry..." Jill walked over to the girl, picking her up to examine her face. The little blonde didn't speak, she just stared down at her unconscious father.

"I've done what I can....", Chris started. "We got to get him to a hospital". His sister, Barry and Leon stared at him in disbelief. "I know...I know...but the little girl have no other...She lost her parents in Raccoon City, remember!?" he panted slightly, waiting for someone to help.

They hadn't even noticed Rebecca, who was sitting on the ground, pulling their former captain up in her arms.

"I.....I....", she sobbed. "I thought he was dead....I'm so stupid....", she started crying quietly as the others watched.

"Rebecca...." Leon approached to her, with Claire walking behind. "Are you having a relationship with Wesker?" his eyes went wide as the young girl blushed. "Soo....He didn't kidnap you after all, did he?" Next, Barry spoke.

"This is....insane....but please do something, for the girl's sake...." he turned his head to look at Chris, who smiled, like if he'd just got the older man's permission.

".....And then the princess and her prince lived happily ever after....", a voice trailing off woke him up, his eyes stirred before open. He was lying in a soft, warm bed and the light in the room came from a lamp on the bedside table. He felt tired and weak, feeling that his wounds had almost healed completely. The sound of a book that closed with a smacking sound, made him open his eyes.

"There once was a...a....", a soft voice cut the other voice off.

"A pony....", he recognized that voice. He couldn't see anything though, everything was just too blurry.

"A pony...named Starlight....one day she was..." Wesker reached a limp arm out towards the voices, the only part of his body that didn't refuse to move. "Dad!" the familiar feeling of tiny arms wrapping around him made him smile, as his sight became more normal. He could see a young girl smiling at him warmly, it made him happy.

"Daddy! I've been reading for you, but you're no good listener..." she trailed off with a giggle and Wesker felt her small lips kiss his cheek.

"She's been reading her favorite story over and over again for you", Rebecca couldn't help but smile. The little girl had been sitting by her father's side for two days, hoping that her 'great' stories would wake him up, just like sleeping beauty, but instead of a kiss.

"What happened? Where are we?" he watched with sadness, the hole where a beautiful blue eye had watched the world just a few days ago. Suddenly, he noticed the other eye wasn't blue, it had turned all orange and yellow, just like his own. Sherry had become a tyrant.

"We're at the anti- Umbrella facility...the others agreed on helping you because of Sherry..." Rebecca still smiled.

"Daddy, I'll go down and get some cookies for you, Claire made them, she's a really good cook!" with that, she jumped off the bed and ran out of the dark room, letting the door remain open.

"That sounds good...it was long time since I last eat cookies....", his mouth formed into a soft grin as the medic approached to him, lying down on top of him.

"Would a kiss suit good for breakfast?" she laughed, showing all her teeth to him. Wesker nodded, and their mouths met in a soft kiss. The blonde held her close to his chest, letting his right hand travel over her warm back. They kissed for a few moments before Rebecca pulled away shortly to kiss his neck, when something pulled at her leg. Turning around, she saw Sherry standing there with a plate of chocolate cookies.

"Dad can't eat if you're wrestling with him all the time..." Both Wesker and the medic laughed, pulling away from each other.

"So...this is the happy end of our story?" he asked, capturing Sherry in his arms, who was busy eating three cookies at the same time.

"I guess so", Rebecca giggled a little before taking a bit of her cookie.

The end!

And they lived happily ever after! I want to know what you thought about this story, was it as good as silly girl, or was it better? please R&R