Just to let you all know, I will be taking a break from this story for a while. There will be one more chapter which will serve as the end of part 1 and then it'll go into part 2. Might be a while before I upload any new chapters.

Chris: Yay a break.

Wesker: I still get to bother Chris while we're gone, right?

Wesker burst into the cockpit carrying Chris. He sat the younger man in the pilot's seat and turned his attention to his pack situated in the rear of the cockpit.

He kneeled down and rummaged through it. After several moments and multiple things thrown aside he came upon a small case. Tossing whatever he was holding aside he opened it.

He moved back to Chris and undid his shirt. Taking the cap off the needle (mind you, that's no small needle. Anyone who's afraid of needles, well, this one would be your worst nightmare) He plunged it into Chris' chest, directly into his heart. The needle emptied as he applied pressure to the top.

"Now I just have to wait. Hope you don't wake up blind." He patted Chris' bloody shoulder and went back to rummaging through the cockpit. For now he had to stay with Chris, he wasn't exactly sure what the result of this... 'experiment' would be. He hoped it was the good outcome and Chris wouldn't end up as a ... tyrant. Not the kind of 'tyrant' like he was, the evil kind of tyrant like the one Wesker created, the same one that killed him back in the Spencer estate.

"It killed me and now I'm sitting here. There is something wrong with that, well, nothing wrong besides the point that I should be six feet under pushing up daisies. Irony..." He chuckled. "Who needs it?"

He decided to leave for the moment to get whatever he had left at the room Chris had been in before. Maybe he could even get Alexia in the meantime. He worried slightly about leaving Chris alone so he locked the jet behind him, making absolutely sure to take out the key before he left. The worst that could happen was probably Chris trashing the plane if he did turn into a tyrant. It wouldn't be that bad, Wesker would only have to kill Chris and use the sea plane in the airport terminal.

Wesker strode down the corridor absently. This routine of walking and thinking and killing anything that got in his way was repetitive and boring. He stared at the floor as he walked, not paying attention to anything in front of him.

He walked down the stairs and turned the corner mindlessly, coming upon a long corridor with cells on every side. Before the cells started on his right there was an area with a canon and various other items on display. As he approached the end of the hall he began to hear loud smashing sounds, like metal on metal. It was soon replaced with screaming and talking and as he reached the door to the left, he heard soft crying. He placed a hand on the dorknob and turned it.

Before he could push the door open in burst open on it's own and Claire exploded out, butting into Wesker.

She stood up quickly, brushing the tears from her face. Her eyes finally moved up to see who she had hit, hoping that it was Chris.

In any other circumstance she would have found Wesker attractive. Considering if he wasn't her brother's enemy (which made him off-limits), his damn attitude and if he wasn't psychotic. Heck, he was probably WAY older than her anyway. She did, in fact, like blonds though and he was blond...

Her eyes widened in slight horror as she stared at the man in front of her. It wasn't that Wesker scared her, it was just that she had ran into him so hard she had knocked the sunglasses off of his face. He was staring at her with those yellow/orange eyes and it terrified her.

Claire held back a yelp as he raised an eyebrow at her, probably not realizing that she had never seen his eyes. She took a step back, reaching for her modified handgun strapped to her hip.

Wesker saw this and raised both his hands to chest level meaning to say 'peace'.

Claire inched her hand away from her handgun hesitantly. She didn't trust him at all and would be damned if she started to now.

"What happened?" Asked Wesker, mimicking a concerned tone. Claire then remembered Steve and fresh tears streaked down her face sadly. Her expression of fear turned to extreme sadness as she closed her eyes and struggled to make herself stop crying. 'Be strong Claire, you're not gonna let that creep see you cry.' She chanted to herself quickly. It was too late though, she was crying and he was watching.

"It's Steve... he... Steve's..." She couldn't bring herself to breath the words out loud. Admitting it, even to herself, would make it real, final. She didn't want to accept that Steve was gone and would never be back. She would never see him again, never hear his cocky tone or that badass attitude he had. She noticed how much she had loved him and how stupid she had been for not telling him.

And now all she could do was cry like a baby over it. Worst of all, in front of him. She glared at him angrily like it was his fault.

"...dead?" Wesker finished her unfinished sentence. Claire's eyes nearly bulged out of her head.

"Fuck off! Shut the hell up!!!" She screamed at him. Wesker was just content with standing there, arms crossed, watching the young woman rage and yell.

"Such bad language, what would Chris say?" Claire calmed at the mention of Chris.

"Where is my brother?" Claire asked half expecting to get a death announcement in response.

"He's... incapacitated at the moment. He should be waking up soon." Claire clenched her fists reflexively. Hitting Wesker would be a huge mistake on her part. After their first encounter in front of the palace, noooo way she was going to anger him. She wanted to avoid any and all confrontations with him.

"So that's code for you killed him, right?" Claire hissed.

"No, he's just... recovering." Wesker fumbled with his words, half wanting to tell her what really happened, half wanting to just lie to avoid a long explanation.

"What happened? You drugged him?" Claire was feeling particularly brave. It was either that or Steve's death caused her to not care anymore.

"You really want to know? Fine, I'll tell you. He was attacked by a zombie. When I got there it was too late." Wesker watched Claire intently, expecting her to catch on that Chris had, in reality, died.

"...too late? But you said..." Claire's eyes where becoming glassy as they prepared for another torrent of tears.

"Now, don't cry yet! Chris died and I injected him with the modified G- Virus. In other words it will revive him, just like it did to me." Wesker expected her to explode at this. Instead Claire's expression softened to an almost placid look. For a moment she seemed deep in thought and to Wesker it seemed like she was going to faint or collapse at any given second.

"So... he's going to live?" Asked Claire hopefully.

"He has a good chance. A very good if nothing disturbs him." Wesker rubbed at the bridge of his nose and reached down to pick up his shades that Claire had ungraciously knocked off.

He jumped, startled as two skinny arms wrapped around his waist. Claire rested her head on his chest, marveling at how much taller he was. She was thankful Chris was going to live but maybe she had a different reason for the embrace...

Wesker felt his face grow hot as Claire rested on him. He couldn't believe he himself was blushing at this, and hoped his body didn't have any other... 'side effects' from the contact. He had always prided himself on being a loner and on being able to contain his feelings. That's why it seemed like he was always calm and collected, even at times when he felt like the world was coming down around his ears.

And here she was, his worst enemie's little sister. She was hugging him, probably in thanks, and he was turned on by it. 'God damn male sexuality...' Thought Wesker. He was really thankful when Claire let go of him.

"Thank you." Claire exclaimed sheepishly. She had no idea what she was to do next. She knew Chris was being taken care of and Steve was gone. She had nothing to do but wait for Chris.

"Can you show me where Chris is?" She asked after a long moment of silence. She followed him back down the corridor, keeping her distance. She didn't exactly know why she hugged him. Saying thanks would have given the same impression. But as the expression goes; 'actions speak louder than words'. She sighed. She thought about Steve and how much of a bad idea it was to leave him there. 'Leave him Claire, he's dead. There's nothing you can do to bring him back.' She trailed her eyes to the floor, content with just walking along. Having someone to follow was nice and not having to speak to said leader was even better. She didn't feel much like talking.

Review please.

I finaly get those two out of the same room and I have NOTHING interesting to say. Here's something:
Summer vacation rules!! :P