SniperR: Last Chapter!!

Chris: REALLY?! WOHOO!!!

Wesker: Oh the enthusiasm...

SniperR: :(

Wesker: What?

SniperR: I'm going to miss you guys!! (bawls) Anyways, on with the story!!

Chapter 10

Claire opened her eyes to the low thrumming sound of jet engines. She yawned and stretched sleepily. Her mind slowly returned to it's normal functioning, her sleepiness passing away to awareness. The awareness made her remember where she was, inside a jet. Her heart stopped for a moment. A moving jet! She snapped up, hitting her head on a contraption hooked to the wall. She had barely enough space as it was, with this body next to her and all... 'Body??'

"Chris!" Claire exclaimed, watching her sleeping brother who was laying next to her. She touched him lightly. He was, indeed, sleeping and not dead! Claire's mind wandered past Chris' body to the messy cockpit surounding her. There was barely enough room on the floor for the both of them to sleep, so they where practicaly crushed together. Her eyes trained past the cockpit to the control panel behind the pilot's seat. Remebering who was piloting the jet, she stood up adressing her gaze to the figure staring out into the distance.

"Got anything to drink? I'm thisrty." Wesker snapped his head around. He had forgotten there where two other people in the jet with him.

"There should be bottled water back there. Good luck finding it." He pointed to the back of the cockpit with his thumb. Claire turned he head, still leaning on the seat.

"Oh god, what a mess! How am I supposed to find anything in here?! You're just like my brother, can't keep clean!" Claire stumbled past the sleeping Chris, stepping on his stomach and waking him up in the process.

"Ow! Claire!" Chris yelped, holding his gut. "Lose some weight!!" Claire stuck her tongue out at him playfully. Se rummaged through the mess until she found what she was looking for. Chris made a move to stand up.

"Watch your head!" Claire exclaimed.

Thump.

"Never mind..." Claire shook her head as Chris rubbed his head angrily.

"Behave." Wesker said, trying to keep his concentration on the airway ahead. Chris glared angrily at him.

"Yes, mother." Sarcasm dripped from each word. Wesker chuckled. He turned the jet east, land appearing in the distance. "You know where to drop me off?" Asked Chris.

"I've been watching you, I know where you live." Chris was satisfied with that answer. Claire offered him the water bottle, assuming he was thirsty. He took it graciously, inhaling almost the entire content.

"Leave some for me! I'm still thirsty!" Claire spat, grabbing for the bottle. Chris surrendered it without hesitation.

"Hey! I'm thirsty too!" Chris retorted quickly. They laughed.

"Too bad, I changed my mind." Claire answered smugly, finishing off the water. Chris was about to give a smart-aleck reply when Wesker spoke up.

"We're here." Chris stumbled over an assorment of oddities and gazed out over the city. It was just past sunset and the city was glowing with lights. "I'll set you out at the city limit, there's a landing field there." To prove his point, he took a sharp left and the jet banked left seeming to drop out of the sky, plumeting to the city lights below.

As he said, Wesker dropped them off at the city limits in a small air field.

Chris & Claire jumped out of the door, happy to be away from Umbrella and that forsaken island.

"Chris, how far to your appartment?" Asked Claire when the engines of the jet had quieted down.

"It's in the city centre. Few hours walk I guess... Looks like we have a long night ahead of us." Chris chuckled. A slight 'thud' could be heard in the background accompanied by muffled words and loud thumping of a fist against something made of metal.

"Why me..." Complained Claire, smaking her palm to her forehead. Chris turned around to adress the figure who was half inside on of the turbines, cursing at something that was most likely going wrong.

"Something wrong?" Asked Chris. The answer that emanated from the turbine was loud swearing.

"I'm stuck." Wesker proved his point by trying to pry himself out, placing both feet against the turbine's rim and pushing.

"Need help?" Asked Chris innocently.

"What do you think?" Chris was startled by the anger in the man's voice. He surpressed a laugh and headed for the turbine who's fan had been removed. He peared inside to see Wesker pulling at his arm, it was caught on something, although he couldn't see exactly what.

Wesker was airing his anger with mumbled profanities. He wanted to get out of this turbine and away from Chris. Mostly he wanted the second one.

Chris went behind Wesker and grabbed his sides firmly.

"Redfield!" Wesker yelped.

"I'm trying to get you out. Now behave or I'll leave you in there." He gave a hard tug, but found that Wesker was indeed very badly stuck.

"No pressure." Wesker sighed and mumbled something else.

"Claire gimme a hand!" Chris turned around to find his sister gone. "Claire?" He called again into the night. Chris started to worry.

"Redfield, get me out before you decide to go off playing hero." Wesker said calmly. Chris sighed. He turned and grabbed Wesker once more. He gave a hard tug, and was surprised to suddenly find them both sprawled out on the ground.

"Yes I did it!" Chris chimed. He turned around to find Wesker already up and backing away from the jet after having put a nice size dent in the side-panel. He was galring knives and daggers at the contraption.

"Chris!" Claire jogged up to her brother and stopped to catch her breath. "Hurry, I got us a cab!" She looked positively thrilled at her accomplishment. Claire tugged at Chris' arm. He shot a glance at Wesker emotionlessly.

"Where you goin' now?" Asked Chris, curious to what his ex-captain was doing with his life.

"Back to my boss." Without even a goodbye Wesker jumped back into the jet and took off. Chris watched it until Claire tugged him by the shirt through the field and towards the road. The whole time Chris kept his eyes on the small jet that reminded him so much of the one he flew in the air force. When he stopped looking Claire was already getting in to the taxi and waving at him to follow. In the glow of the street light he could see how puffy her eyes where from crying. Chris let out a heavy sigh.

It was going to be a hell of a long time before they would recover from this trauma.

'Back home, finally. I hope it's over.' Chris jumped into the taxi next to his sister and slammed the door shut. The driver took off down the road and connected with the main highway heading to the city centre. Chris closed his eyes and snuggled Claire closer to him.

SniperR: Well, that it's!

Chris: Yess!!

Wesker: Finally.

Birkin: But I've only been here for two chapters!

Wesker: SO?! (Floggs Birkin upside the head with a dead, rotten, stinky, radioactive trout)

SniperR: Awwww, how cute! Puppy love!

Wesker: O.O WHAT?!!!! YOU ARE SO DEAD!!!!

SniperR: Anyway, special thanks to sych77 and Weskerbabe for the bunch of reviews! I logged on to my email and was like HOLY TOLEDOES because there was so many reviews. Also thanks go out to Ganondorfson, GothicOne666 and TheDonutMistress and everyone else who reviewed my story. By the way, I'm also working on part two of this story. I don't know if I'll keep it under this story or not, so see you next time, maybe!

Wesker: NOOOOOO!!!

Chris: NOOOOOO!!

Birkin: Whatever. Back to my research.

SniperR: Till next time! :)