Her knees buckled and she swept to the floor looking up at him, she snapped.

" NEVER TOUCH ME AGAIN!" She kicked out at him, and he stepped backwards. His ever composed face was as stone in the dank room. He took a deep breath and crouched. She was so pretty when she cried, her anger and tears mixed in her eyes as she glared him down. He reached out and touched her knee. She shivered.

" I don't think you fully appreciate my love for you Claire." She wrenched her self away from him, but she could only move so far, her back to the door. She felt something in her heart tugging at her.

"No." She whispered, shaking her head. Wesker cocked his head to the side.

" No what Claire?" She looked up at him. His masculine face outlined by the soft glow of a broken light on the ceiling. His body posed for a fight at any moment. She hearted the room grow quite, hearing just there two heart beats, soon she could only here one.

"You don't love me Wesker." A vein in his neck bulged as he watched her, all his steps taken towards making her his, being broken down. He could smell Chris on this, so easy to tell.

Chris had to die soon. He recomposed himself, knowing he could still salvage this.

" Claire, was it not me who saved you from Umbrella?" He moved closer. He could see in her face a wall of resolve, he knew he could break it.

" Answer me." She only hung her head. She jumped as he grabbed her shoulders roughly. Looking up at him, she sensed something about him she had not felt since their first night.

Softly she whispered.

" Yes…but.."

" No buts, just listen. Was it not me who gave you my strength, my sense of hearing and smell?" She screwed her face up wanting to cry, but holding back

"YES it was you! But you had your reasons! Your using me to hurt Chris!" She tried shoving him back, any normal man would have crumbled to the ground, but no matter her strength Wesker was stronger. She lost her will and started thrashing around.

" Let go!" Trying to punch him, she stopped as she felt the tender hug ( who knew some one like him could be gentle? )he embraced her with.

" Claire, who made love to you. Me." He felt her tension ease and he looked down at her head as it rested on his chest. He felt a wave a triumph over her as he felt her body press into him. Using his hand to raised her head to him, he leaned down and kissed her softly, parting her lips. She let him do it, as if she had a choice, but still she felt her self wanting his touch.

She was in love with his softer side.

He broke it and she sighed. A million thoughts coursing through her. He wouldn't have known she was crying if not for the tears soaking through on his shirt. He squeezed her tighter, scolding himself for feeling bad for her…this stupid twit was making him loose focus.

" What's wrong Claire?" She sobbed when he called her name. Finding her voice.

" Your…your still going to kill Chris."

Wesker smiled his smile as he kissed the top of her head.

" Yes Claire, and vary soon too." He squeezed her arms with his hands causing her to yelp in pain.

With the Team

The onslaught of zombies, former Umbrella employees was un-stopping, a tide that kept coming.

" I'm running out of fucking ammo!" Carlos yelled at the rear of the team. Leon back kicked a near by zombie, sending it tumbling into a trio of them knocking them down.

" We're almost there! We'll set the bomb and run for it!"

Jill was helping Rebecca at the same time running ahead trying to clear the hall for the rest of them.

" Lets blow the mothers up!" Rebecca yelled, flinching at the pain in her leg. She stopped and Jill motioned for her to keep moving. Rebecca shook her head no.

" Look Jill, help them get the bomb set up in the lab down the hall, its only about a minute from here…..I got…..a whole clip left. I'll be okay." Jill shook her head.

" No way Rebecca!" Leon and Carlos were passing them now. Yelling.

" Keep moving Damn it!" The zombies were coming up fast. Jill made to grab her shoulder, but Rebecca shoved her away.

" Please Jill…..I can do this." Jill looker her in the eyes, before nodding.

" Be safe Rebecca." And she was gone.

The sound of their foot steps was lost among the moans of the many zombies, and who knows what. She sighed keeping her self calm, leaning against the wall, she loaded her last clip into her weapon, a faint smile crossed her lips. She was buying them enough time to set the bomb. She was doing the right thing.

Knowing there was only enough bullets to kill about half of them she was prepared for it. Her mind was wondering as she started firing, wondering to a certain man, she hadn't seen in a long long time. I miss you so much Billy….I wonder if you ever miss me? Her leg finally buckles under her weight and she slipped to the ground. She hunched up on her elbows, the image of Billy swimming before her eyes.

She aimed and fired her last bullet, dropping her weapon she looked at the little pile of empty casing she was laying in, well…at least they go there by now. She crossed herself closing her eyes, not wanting to see this.

The horde was on her in seconds.

Clair looked bewildered as Wesker reached out to her and softly rubbed her belly in circles.

" What are you doing?" A smile crossed his face, he seemed happy about something. She felt her stomach drop, she felt like she had missed something big. He didn't answer.

" What is it!" He looked up at her and sneered.

" I think it will look just like its mother, maybe it will even have your beautiful hair Claire.