Wesker: I was having such a nice day, why did you have to bring me back here?

Chris: Yeah, me too! I was eating a burito!! (drool)

SniperR: I have it right here, I said I'd give it back when we're done!

Wesker: Are we done yet? I have important things to attend too.

Sniper: Yeah, I'm sure. Like sucking up to Birkin, right?

Birkin: Yup.

Wesker: O.o What are YOU doing here? This is MY story. MINE! ALL MINE!

SniperR: Oh god... what have I done....

Chris: Yes, what HAVE you done???

SniperR: I'm getting outta here...!

Chris: Hey!!!! Don't leave me here!

Sniper: Anyway, on with the story!

Chapter 9

Claire would have never believed it if she hadn't seen it. Chris was laying there in the pilot's seat, throat ripped apart. She stared in disbelief at her brother. She felt like she was going to vomit, the last person she had in the world was laying there, dead.

"You said..." Claire started, not able to finish her sentence. 'Damn Bastard! You lied!' She turned on her heels and let her fist fly at Wesker, connecting it cleanly with his jaw. It was probably a death wish, but she didn't really care enough to resist the urge.

Wesker turned back to Claire, rubbing his jaw. It didn't hurt him at all. She stood there on the edge of bursting out crying fo the second time in under an hour.

"I did say that he was dead, and he IS going to be revived. It-just-takes-time." Wesker finished his sentence and pushed past Claire to move next to Chris so he could measure his progress.

The wound was considerably smaller than it had been and the blood had stopped flowing. It could either mean that the virus was working or he was dead as dead could be.

He let Claire go by as she shoved past him and knelt next to Chris.

"Chris..." She murmured as she stroked a bit of hair from his forehead affectionately. It traumatized her to see Chris laying there, dead. Part of her wanted to believe Wesker, that Chris was going to be ok. The other part said he was lying and that she would never see her brother again either. God damn this place, it's taken away two people I love... Claire leaned over and placed a kiss on her brother's cheek, her lips lingering for a second before moving back to her previous sitting position.

"He's cold... is he supposed to be cold?" Asked Claire quietly. Her hand gripped his forearm tightly and brought his hand to her face, holding it gently. Her brother had always been warm, a living body was supposed to be warm, right? Now feeling his skin, he was cold. Cold and dead. She never thought she would have to accept the fact that her brother could and would die eventually.

"Well, technically he is dead. The virus in him acts like some sort of... 'magic potion' let's put it... and when he dies it will revive him. He isn't really dead, the virus is in a dormant state and it just seems like he's dead. The wound will heal itself in time. When it does heal he will wake up. With a lot more strength, speed and agility to boot. Now doesn't that make you feel better about it?" Wesker turned to Claire. She never turned from Chris' body, only nodded solemnly and laid her head on his chest, using it as a pillow as fatigue overtook her and she fell into a deep sleep.

Wesker picked up a cell phone and went outside. He figured.. no, he knew that Alexia had injected Steve with the T-Veronica virus. It would be simpler to retrieve his body than kill Alexia for hers. He called up his men and told him to come get the body.

After the call was made he returned to the jet, stopping to check if everything was ok outside before stepping in.

Wesker sat on a part of the control panel that could be sat on and just watched them. They were so peaceful together. Claire's chest was rising and falling rhythmically to show that she was sleeping and Chris was showing every sign that he was dead. He continued to stare at the man, watching and noticing as the wound on his neck decreased in size. 'I never expected it to heal this fast... Wonder what's causing it to do that...?' Wesker's eyes never left the wound, even as Chris' chest began to rise and fall slowly, the sure sign that the virus had indeed done it's part. Wesker smiled. 'Chris should trust me now. Next step in my plan, set everyone against him. Maybe I should wait a while and let things play out on their own. Might be amusing to watch.' He leaned back comfortably as Chris leaned up, noticing Claire sleeping on his chest.

"Aren't I supposed to be dead? I remember that zombie attacking me and pain... excruciating pain..." Chris laid back down, cradling Claire's head in his arms. "Can she stay this time?" Asked Chris before Wesker could answer his previous question.

"By all right we both should be dead. Claire is allowed to stay, I have no use for her now. My job here is done, I'm leaving. You need a ride home? I'll take you off of this forsaken island if you ask nicely." Chris usually would have retorted at that remark, but he had noticed a different side to the man that he had never imagined existed.

"Ok, can you take us home? Is that a good enough question for you?" Chris' tone came out a little more amused than he intended it to be.

"That's fine. When do you want to leave?"

"Right now." Chris stood up, catching Claire as she fell. He removed his jacket and folded it placing on the floor so Claire's head could rest on it.

"First, you have to do something for me." Wesker sat in the pilot's seat, checking the back to make sure Chris' blood was not able to soak into his clothing.

"I knew this was coming..." Chris rolled his eyes at his ex-captain and stood there, arms folded, waiting for whatever thing Wesker might request him to do.

"Take this security card." Wesker handed him the card. "Go to the security room and activate the self-destruct sequence. The code for the sequence is 'Veronica'. Watch yourself, there are still things lurking around that would love to have you for lunch." Chris examined the card before walking out of the plane. He stopped at the door and turned back to Wesker.

"You're going to leave without me. You will." Chris spat still not quite trusting the man with his only means of escaping the island.

"Of course I will, if I have to wait to long. It's five minutes between the activation and the actual explosion. I'll be waiting. Don't disappoint me, Chris." Wesker picked at the controls, recalling how to make this thing take off.

"I won't. If Claire wakes up be sure to tell her I'll be back. Please, whatever you do, don't let her leave." With that Chris bolted out the door, heading for the security room where the self-destruct mechanism was located. Wesker watched him run. He half wanted to leave the man here to die, but then he'd have a raging Claire to contend with. That was something he didn't want to endure for their entire journey home. He stayed there waiting for Chris, wondering if he would come back.

If Chris where to die here, he would have nobody to seek and destroy. He didn't want that, he wanted to watch Chris suffer at his hands. He wanted to see Chris' final moment.

Self destruct sequence has been activated. This facility will detonate in five minutes.

"I see he got there, now if he can just get back." Wesker set five minutes onto his wrist-watch and watched the time tick away.

At four minutes he looked to the emergency elevator and nothing changed. He sighed and looked back at Claire. He checked for any sign of movement that would indicate she was waking up. He didn't want to explain or have Claire run off when the base was four minutes away from self-destruct.

He turned back to the cockpit window, hoping Chris would appear from the elevator.

At three minutes still he had not appeared and Wesker began to think Alexia had gotten her hands on him.

Two minutes left. That was it, he was starting the jet. The motors of the jets thrummed to life quickly. Wesker decided on waiting another minute before takeoff.

Just when he was about to leave the door to the elevator opened and Chris appeared, running for his life. Behind him was the bitch herself and he was within hand's reach of her.

"God damn... Chris hurry up!" Wesker mumbled under his breath. He watched as Chris ran with everything he had towards the jet. Wesker slammed the switch for the door to open and at the same time made the jet take off.

Chris watched the plane begin to rise. He threw himself at the door just as Alexia decided to make a grab for him. The hand missed his neck. He hoisted himself into the cockpit just as the jet took off.

Chris dropped to the floor, catching his breath. He wished he never have to run that fast or that hard again.

"Damn that bitch..." Cursed Chris. "Damn her and her damned hands from hell. I swear I saw bugs crawling under her skin... ugh..." Wesker chuckled.

"Got a little to close for comfort?" Chris threw whatever was in reach at Wesker, which just happened to be his journal. "Thanks, I was looking for that."

"Damn, shoulda read it!" Chris turned to see Claire still sleeping in the place he left her. Chris thought sleeping was a good idea. He laid down next to Claire on the cramped floor area and tried to block out all sounds of the engines thrumming. Pretty soon his lids closed and he dozed off.

Chris: Sleeeeeeep... zzzzz

Wesker: (flogging Birkin with a stinky old radioactive banana) I KNEW this experiment would come in handy!!

Birkin: Help!

SniperR: Sigh...

Chris: R & R please!

SniperR: Hey that's my line!