Kitana- This one's for all the Steve/Claire fans out there, I hope you enjoy it ;o)
Claire Burnside267- 'P.S.: What did Claire mean when she was thinking about what Steve and her will do in her apartment? ;)'
(I hope I don't need to explain that? If you get my meaning?) ;D
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Claire took Jason's shotgun and handed it to Steve; he looked so exposed like a child who lost his mother. She patted his arm and smiled at him for reassurance, "It's nothing to it. Just like the Lugers."
He laughed, it was filled with happiness and yet there was also a hint of sadness to it. He clutched the pump action and followed behind.
Claire searched Jason's pockets for anything useful; all he had was the blueprint and a pack of cigarettes with a few matches. She took them, stuffing the cigarettes and matches in her pocket. She held the map out and viewed it. Steve leaned in over her; she could smell his warm scent, she sighed glancing at him and then back to the map. She needed to get into game mode. Although flirting around Steve was an option she really wanted to do, the main issue was getting out of Umbrella.
Steve purposely leaned into her close; he brushed his cheek close to her hair feeling the soft texture of each strand. The cool air blew some of her hair into his face caressing his cold skin pleasantly. He quickly glanced at her to see if she noticed, however she seemed focused on the task at hand and so backed away slightly as if not to disturb her.
Her hand caught his as if she knew what he was doing, "You're not distracting me Steve. I like it when you're near," she pulled him towards her, close enough to feel his warm skin against hers.
"Now," she said, "If we go into there," she pointed to a metal door on the far side of the lab, for some reason she didn't noticed it. Maybe it was the excitement of seeing Steve again, "We can enter the security room," she smiled folding the map and shoving it into her bag.
"Claire? How long have I've been a sleep? Has it really been five months?" She walked to the door turning round, nodding her head at the same time; he followed and moved up in front of her grabbing the handle. He pulled but it was stuck, he stopped and said, "When I was de…gone what happened?"
"What do you mean?"
He faced her, "What happened to you? You look so tired and a lot older."
Claire sighed and leant back on the wall, "What can I say? You were dead and I had a very hard time accepting it," that was an understatement of a lifetime, "You died and I survived, and I couldn't deal with that. I hated myself for it."
He pulled again forcing the door to open; it creaked making Claire jump back and out of her trance. She smiled forcing that mask she used so often to surface, she didn't want to think of the past; it was the future she was after and that was all that mattered.
Her future with Steve.
He watched her pass and he could see the strength it took her to maintain her plain expression. He could sense her lying, but he understood why she would lie. Five months denying that he was dead would make anyone tired. But it wasn't only that, he could feel her essence, it was disturbed as if she was keeping something back from him, however he didn't want to pursue it just yet, she still hadn't gotten used to seeing him alive and kicking.
He walked up and stood next to her frequently glancing into her face and then to the floor, "I don't suppose you came here alone."
"My brother is here and so is another friend. There is also a survivor however everyone else is…dead," her voice faded away as the realisation of the amount of people that died needlessly.
"So we're not in the Antarctic any more?" he frowned and confusion entered his handsome face.
"No, we're in another Umbrella facility. After five months of searching we found it, well it found us."
"Found you? How?"
She squirmed, "Err, Umbrella used a mental institute as a front."
"But how did it find you?"
She stopped and glared down the hall at the door they were heading. She didn't want to tell him what she did to herself. Steve could see she was struggling with the truth; the tears were forming and falling down her cheeks. He didn't mean to push her so far, he moved closer stroking her tears from her cheeks away, "Claire?" he whispered, "It's ok, you don't-"
She backed away from him roughly wiping the salty tears from under her eyes, "That's were you're wrong," she breathed feeling the veins under her scars ache, "I kind of went down hill after the Antarctic. When you were de-dead I had nothing to live for in my life," she pushed her hair back and avoided eye contact, "I-I…" it was getting harder and harder to tell him, "I tried to kill myself," she turned her wrists upside down revealing her attempted suicide.
Steve's eyes widened and all he wanted to do was comfort her and whisper sweet nothings in her ear, he wanted to take the pain away, but it wasn't easy she would have to need his help. Concern and love spread across his face and he moved up, but she kept away, "I then started having psychiatric treatment, my psychiatrist, the dead guy in here," she pointed behind him back in the cloning lab, "put me on medication," she looked at him tears streaming down her face, "You know why? Because I started having delusions of you because your de-death took my soul. My life meant nothing without you!"
He walked up gently pressing his body against hers, he cupped her face within his hands and brought her to meet his, "But something deep inside pulled you up from the depths of despair or you wouldn't of been here," he traced his thumbs across her cheeks and leant down to her lips, "You had hope within yourself to make it this far or what is the point?" he blew softly close to her mouth, "I know you Claire. Your heart and soul rules you, which is why you are here, now, with me."
He moved a little closer laying his lips onto hers. She took the urge and wrapped her hands around his body trapping him within her embrace. He softly kissed her lips brushing his along the edge of her mouth towards her left cheek, he sighed releasing that warmth of his over her skin. He passed his lips up and kissed her eyelids benevolently cradling her firm body close. He moved slightly back picking up her hands and laying sweet kisses on her rough scars, he outlined them with his lips almost making the ache vanish.
Claire lunged forward grabbing onto him with tight hands, "Don't ever leave me again," she gasped, "I don't know what I would do. I can't handle it! I need you!"
Steve stroked her hair rocking her gently, "My promise to you," he whispered, "I will never leave you again. Never."
He moved back lifting up her chin and smiled, "You ok?"
She nodded her head, "Yeah, I will be."
He wrapped an arm round her shoulder and walked towards the far door. He twisted the handle and pushed inside the room, "Let's get out of here," he said staring at the group of computers and monitors.
Claire moved up and sat on one of the chairs. The security system was too user friendly. She clicked on 'Security Access' and up popped a window.
'Enter security code' the red letters screamed.
She pulled out Watson's I.D thinking if it worked in the elevator then it would work there. She typed in the code and pressed enter.
'Security Access Denied'.
Claire sat back and rolled around in the chair, she stared at Steve and shrugged, "We need an access code."
He walked towards the screen staring at the small red letters, "Time to go in search mode then."
She laughed slightly, "Yeah, but the question is where?"
Steve put a cute expression and shrugged, "I wish I knew."
She got up and walked to the door, she twisted the handle pushing the door slightly open. She glanced at Steve, "Well let's look around I really want to get out of here-"
Something grabbed her arm swinging her out into the corridor, its smooth hand wrapped around her neck and squeezed slightly, "And why would you want to leave? Miss Redfield?"
She struggled at his grip only to come face to face with Captain Albert Wesker, she flinched back only making his hold stronger, he grabbed her launcher crushing it within his hand, "Now, now Claire don't make this hard on yourself. You killed one of my best operatives that was a huge mistake!"
Steve lunged out of the room and towards Wesker, but he was too slow, Wesker dragged Claire down the hall letting an angry Steve hit the wall. He turned round glaring at Wesker with rage filled eyes, "Let her go!" he said aiming the shotgun.
Albert smiled and kept Claire close. Her hands wrapped around his trying as best as she could not to chock, she stared at Steve helpless. He adjusted his shades with one hand and frowned at the young man, "I don't think you should be giving the orders boy. Unless you want her to die, now drop the gun," Steve hesitated for a moment before dropping the shotgun to the floor, Wesker stopped glaring at the red head and sniffed the air from the direction of the boy, he grinned, "Ahh I know that smell anywhere," he sighed, "So you're the one with the T-Veronica virus."
Steve clenched his fists by his side, he could feel heat run through his entire body, "And so if I am?"
"And so if you are?!" Wesker scowled, his hand tightened round her throat as he realised that Umbrella gave an ungrateful boy a gift worth even life itself, "Stupid boy," he fumed, "You don't know what was given to you! You don't deserve that gift."
Steve smiled, "And you do? Is that it?"
"That is exactly right," he pulled down his shades just a bit so that Steve could meet his eyes, "You're not so thick after all. Miracles do happen."
Claire gasped distracting Wesker's attention, he pulled her close to him and breathed in her scent, "Claire Redfield," he whispered into her ear, he tone had a hint of amusement and a hell of a lot of malice, "I've been wanting to meet you for such a long time," he played with a strand of her hair entwining it around his finger, "As for you, I have many plans, especially the part were I rip that pretty face of yours with my fingers."
She could feel herself drifting away; her body wasn't getting enough oxygen. She gasped trying to get some air inside. Her eyes closed and she focused on Steve who was screaming and running towards them.
"Let her go!" cried Steve, he was running and yet he couldn't feel his feet on the floor. He was up by Wesker, who thrush out his fist, Steve dodged it with incredible speed and agility. Wesker frowned not understanding how the boy was using his new found abilities so quickly; no matter he had the upper hand with experience. He dropped Claire to the floor and lunged away from the incoming boy. He could deal with her later. Steve ran up to him again both fists out stretched and ready for contact. However Wesker grabbed him flinging him inside the wall, Steve fell back onto the floor dazed and out of it.
"You really are stupid! Boy!" Wesker said standing by Steve, "Such a great gift and you disgrace it!" he moved closer raising his hand high, "I despise you!"
Something stopped him, a white hand wrapped round his wrist and dragged him to the floor, "Unfair Albert," it whispered, "You can't hurt my creation."
He looked up and saw a young girl, too young to be Alexia but there were parts of her that reminded him of her, "Alexia?" he gasped.
She smiled, "You should know better not to play with my toys," her hand tightened, her beautiful face frowned as she threw him into the security room door. She turned to the brunette on the floor and bent down laying her cool fingers on her pulse, "You are very lucky Albert. If she was dead then so you would be," she gently stroked the top of Claire's head and smiled, "Very lucky."
Steve propped himself against the wall, his head was ringing, his eyes were closing and he didn't know how long he had to stay awake. He glared at the young version of Alexia; she turned to him still holding that beautiful smile, "Steve," she whispered, "Mummy's very upset with you. Coming out of your capsule when you're not ready yet," she moved to him and knelt by his side, touching his hair gently. Steve flinched but he was too weak to move away from her, "Bad boy," she whispered. His body froze he couldn't move, she scared him and if this young girl was really Alexia he didn't want her to notice him much. His eyes closed as the ringing in his head increased, he looked into her eyes falling back into a deep darkness.
The girl stood up and glared at Wesker, he lay by the door shocked and dazed, "I'm not finished with you Albert. But I have things to do. So go like the rat you are," she laughed, "Because we'll be meeting again. Very soon."
Claire Burnside267- 'P.S.: What did Claire mean when she was thinking about what Steve and her will do in her apartment? ;)'
(I hope I don't need to explain that? If you get my meaning?) ;D
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Claire took Jason's shotgun and handed it to Steve; he looked so exposed like a child who lost his mother. She patted his arm and smiled at him for reassurance, "It's nothing to it. Just like the Lugers."
He laughed, it was filled with happiness and yet there was also a hint of sadness to it. He clutched the pump action and followed behind.
Claire searched Jason's pockets for anything useful; all he had was the blueprint and a pack of cigarettes with a few matches. She took them, stuffing the cigarettes and matches in her pocket. She held the map out and viewed it. Steve leaned in over her; she could smell his warm scent, she sighed glancing at him and then back to the map. She needed to get into game mode. Although flirting around Steve was an option she really wanted to do, the main issue was getting out of Umbrella.
Steve purposely leaned into her close; he brushed his cheek close to her hair feeling the soft texture of each strand. The cool air blew some of her hair into his face caressing his cold skin pleasantly. He quickly glanced at her to see if she noticed, however she seemed focused on the task at hand and so backed away slightly as if not to disturb her.
Her hand caught his as if she knew what he was doing, "You're not distracting me Steve. I like it when you're near," she pulled him towards her, close enough to feel his warm skin against hers.
"Now," she said, "If we go into there," she pointed to a metal door on the far side of the lab, for some reason she didn't noticed it. Maybe it was the excitement of seeing Steve again, "We can enter the security room," she smiled folding the map and shoving it into her bag.
"Claire? How long have I've been a sleep? Has it really been five months?" She walked to the door turning round, nodding her head at the same time; he followed and moved up in front of her grabbing the handle. He pulled but it was stuck, he stopped and said, "When I was de…gone what happened?"
"What do you mean?"
He faced her, "What happened to you? You look so tired and a lot older."
Claire sighed and leant back on the wall, "What can I say? You were dead and I had a very hard time accepting it," that was an understatement of a lifetime, "You died and I survived, and I couldn't deal with that. I hated myself for it."
He pulled again forcing the door to open; it creaked making Claire jump back and out of her trance. She smiled forcing that mask she used so often to surface, she didn't want to think of the past; it was the future she was after and that was all that mattered.
Her future with Steve.
He watched her pass and he could see the strength it took her to maintain her plain expression. He could sense her lying, but he understood why she would lie. Five months denying that he was dead would make anyone tired. But it wasn't only that, he could feel her essence, it was disturbed as if she was keeping something back from him, however he didn't want to pursue it just yet, she still hadn't gotten used to seeing him alive and kicking.
He walked up and stood next to her frequently glancing into her face and then to the floor, "I don't suppose you came here alone."
"My brother is here and so is another friend. There is also a survivor however everyone else is…dead," her voice faded away as the realisation of the amount of people that died needlessly.
"So we're not in the Antarctic any more?" he frowned and confusion entered his handsome face.
"No, we're in another Umbrella facility. After five months of searching we found it, well it found us."
"Found you? How?"
She squirmed, "Err, Umbrella used a mental institute as a front."
"But how did it find you?"
She stopped and glared down the hall at the door they were heading. She didn't want to tell him what she did to herself. Steve could see she was struggling with the truth; the tears were forming and falling down her cheeks. He didn't mean to push her so far, he moved closer stroking her tears from her cheeks away, "Claire?" he whispered, "It's ok, you don't-"
She backed away from him roughly wiping the salty tears from under her eyes, "That's were you're wrong," she breathed feeling the veins under her scars ache, "I kind of went down hill after the Antarctic. When you were de-dead I had nothing to live for in my life," she pushed her hair back and avoided eye contact, "I-I…" it was getting harder and harder to tell him, "I tried to kill myself," she turned her wrists upside down revealing her attempted suicide.
Steve's eyes widened and all he wanted to do was comfort her and whisper sweet nothings in her ear, he wanted to take the pain away, but it wasn't easy she would have to need his help. Concern and love spread across his face and he moved up, but she kept away, "I then started having psychiatric treatment, my psychiatrist, the dead guy in here," she pointed behind him back in the cloning lab, "put me on medication," she looked at him tears streaming down her face, "You know why? Because I started having delusions of you because your de-death took my soul. My life meant nothing without you!"
He walked up gently pressing his body against hers, he cupped her face within his hands and brought her to meet his, "But something deep inside pulled you up from the depths of despair or you wouldn't of been here," he traced his thumbs across her cheeks and leant down to her lips, "You had hope within yourself to make it this far or what is the point?" he blew softly close to her mouth, "I know you Claire. Your heart and soul rules you, which is why you are here, now, with me."
He moved a little closer laying his lips onto hers. She took the urge and wrapped her hands around his body trapping him within her embrace. He softly kissed her lips brushing his along the edge of her mouth towards her left cheek, he sighed releasing that warmth of his over her skin. He passed his lips up and kissed her eyelids benevolently cradling her firm body close. He moved slightly back picking up her hands and laying sweet kisses on her rough scars, he outlined them with his lips almost making the ache vanish.
Claire lunged forward grabbing onto him with tight hands, "Don't ever leave me again," she gasped, "I don't know what I would do. I can't handle it! I need you!"
Steve stroked her hair rocking her gently, "My promise to you," he whispered, "I will never leave you again. Never."
He moved back lifting up her chin and smiled, "You ok?"
She nodded her head, "Yeah, I will be."
He wrapped an arm round her shoulder and walked towards the far door. He twisted the handle and pushed inside the room, "Let's get out of here," he said staring at the group of computers and monitors.
Claire moved up and sat on one of the chairs. The security system was too user friendly. She clicked on 'Security Access' and up popped a window.
'Enter security code' the red letters screamed.
She pulled out Watson's I.D thinking if it worked in the elevator then it would work there. She typed in the code and pressed enter.
'Security Access Denied'.
Claire sat back and rolled around in the chair, she stared at Steve and shrugged, "We need an access code."
He walked towards the screen staring at the small red letters, "Time to go in search mode then."
She laughed slightly, "Yeah, but the question is where?"
Steve put a cute expression and shrugged, "I wish I knew."
She got up and walked to the door, she twisted the handle pushing the door slightly open. She glanced at Steve, "Well let's look around I really want to get out of here-"
Something grabbed her arm swinging her out into the corridor, its smooth hand wrapped around her neck and squeezed slightly, "And why would you want to leave? Miss Redfield?"
She struggled at his grip only to come face to face with Captain Albert Wesker, she flinched back only making his hold stronger, he grabbed her launcher crushing it within his hand, "Now, now Claire don't make this hard on yourself. You killed one of my best operatives that was a huge mistake!"
Steve lunged out of the room and towards Wesker, but he was too slow, Wesker dragged Claire down the hall letting an angry Steve hit the wall. He turned round glaring at Wesker with rage filled eyes, "Let her go!" he said aiming the shotgun.
Albert smiled and kept Claire close. Her hands wrapped around his trying as best as she could not to chock, she stared at Steve helpless. He adjusted his shades with one hand and frowned at the young man, "I don't think you should be giving the orders boy. Unless you want her to die, now drop the gun," Steve hesitated for a moment before dropping the shotgun to the floor, Wesker stopped glaring at the red head and sniffed the air from the direction of the boy, he grinned, "Ahh I know that smell anywhere," he sighed, "So you're the one with the T-Veronica virus."
Steve clenched his fists by his side, he could feel heat run through his entire body, "And so if I am?"
"And so if you are?!" Wesker scowled, his hand tightened round her throat as he realised that Umbrella gave an ungrateful boy a gift worth even life itself, "Stupid boy," he fumed, "You don't know what was given to you! You don't deserve that gift."
Steve smiled, "And you do? Is that it?"
"That is exactly right," he pulled down his shades just a bit so that Steve could meet his eyes, "You're not so thick after all. Miracles do happen."
Claire gasped distracting Wesker's attention, he pulled her close to him and breathed in her scent, "Claire Redfield," he whispered into her ear, he tone had a hint of amusement and a hell of a lot of malice, "I've been wanting to meet you for such a long time," he played with a strand of her hair entwining it around his finger, "As for you, I have many plans, especially the part were I rip that pretty face of yours with my fingers."
She could feel herself drifting away; her body wasn't getting enough oxygen. She gasped trying to get some air inside. Her eyes closed and she focused on Steve who was screaming and running towards them.
"Let her go!" cried Steve, he was running and yet he couldn't feel his feet on the floor. He was up by Wesker, who thrush out his fist, Steve dodged it with incredible speed and agility. Wesker frowned not understanding how the boy was using his new found abilities so quickly; no matter he had the upper hand with experience. He dropped Claire to the floor and lunged away from the incoming boy. He could deal with her later. Steve ran up to him again both fists out stretched and ready for contact. However Wesker grabbed him flinging him inside the wall, Steve fell back onto the floor dazed and out of it.
"You really are stupid! Boy!" Wesker said standing by Steve, "Such a great gift and you disgrace it!" he moved closer raising his hand high, "I despise you!"
Something stopped him, a white hand wrapped round his wrist and dragged him to the floor, "Unfair Albert," it whispered, "You can't hurt my creation."
He looked up and saw a young girl, too young to be Alexia but there were parts of her that reminded him of her, "Alexia?" he gasped.
She smiled, "You should know better not to play with my toys," her hand tightened, her beautiful face frowned as she threw him into the security room door. She turned to the brunette on the floor and bent down laying her cool fingers on her pulse, "You are very lucky Albert. If she was dead then so you would be," she gently stroked the top of Claire's head and smiled, "Very lucky."
Steve propped himself against the wall, his head was ringing, his eyes were closing and he didn't know how long he had to stay awake. He glared at the young version of Alexia; she turned to him still holding that beautiful smile, "Steve," she whispered, "Mummy's very upset with you. Coming out of your capsule when you're not ready yet," she moved to him and knelt by his side, touching his hair gently. Steve flinched but he was too weak to move away from her, "Bad boy," she whispered. His body froze he couldn't move, she scared him and if this young girl was really Alexia he didn't want her to notice him much. His eyes closed as the ringing in his head increased, he looked into her eyes falling back into a deep darkness.
The girl stood up and glared at Wesker, he lay by the door shocked and dazed, "I'm not finished with you Albert. But I have things to do. So go like the rat you are," she laughed, "Because we'll be meeting again. Very soon."