:Chapter 3: The Plan:


"Why am i not surprised?" asked Wesker, glaring at the failed B-Virus that sat in its petri dish.

"It killed the 2 rabbits we tested it on instantly." William groaned, running his fingers through his hair in a show of frustration. "What the hell are we gonna tell Marcus? he'll have our heads for this!"

"We tell him that the virus simply needs more work." Wesker answered nonchalantly as he put the petri dish into the biohazard waste bin with a look of distaste plastered on his face.

"The virus is a complete failure Al! Theirs no saving this virus, only possibly salvaging from our notes."

"Obviously we start work on a new virus, we just trace to the point where the virus became lethal and go from there." he answered.

"Marcus will have my head on a plate if i tell him we're starting over research again!"

"Then we tell him that we're still testing, he doesn't need to know that the B-Virus has failed." he took off his sunglasses and began cleaning a small smudge with his pocket handkerchief.

"Al if he finds ou-"

"He wont Will, as long as you don't lead him on." Wesker snapped, wanting this failure to be forgotten and to salvage what could be saved from it from the research notes. Will did always have a nasty habit of beating a dead horse when it came to failed viruses. He never could just let it go.

William groaned loudly and grabbed his files, flipping through a few pages until he landed on the desired one, then taking it out and scribbling down - in his awfully hard to read writing - that the virus was still in testing stages. "If he comes in here screaming and shouting, i'm putting the blame on you." William quipped.

"And why me?" Wesker asked, his voice cold.

"Because, Captain Wesker, you're never here to help with research, and when you are, its only time to fill out evaluation sheets!" he replied, matter-of-factly as he shuffled papers and placed them in the outbox on their counter.

"Oh spare me." Wesker groaned, absolutely sick and tired of this argument. "You know as we-"

Suddenly, there was a curt knock on their lab door, and without another word, the 2 men turned to see non other than James Marcus. Wesker inwardly cursed. He had done his best to avoid Marcus but the man did love to surprise the two men by coming early, more often than not.

"Update me." he curtly commanded the two scientists. He sounded to be in a foul mood but that was no different than any other day.

William cleared his throat nervously and spoke up. "We made a mistake with the last sample, we'll be regenerating a new sample and rectifying our mistake from our notes as me and Doctor Wesker have just found out our problem, there should be no more hindrances from here on out sir."

Marcus pursed his lips, his forehead wrinkling ever so slightly from the disapproval he clearly felt. Wesker and William both knew all too well that they were in for a threat.

"I am sure that you two are aware that silly mistakes like that will have you promptly kicked from Umbrella if they are every repeated again."

Williams nod was immediate, while Wesker's was more so a tip of his head.

James grunted. Secretly, when he paired the two, he had hoped they would tear each other apart, hoping to come out on top, but he had unwittingly formed quite the little partnership, hell, maybe even friends. That wouldn't bode well in the coming weeks.

"S-sir?" William asked nervously. "Have you had a chance to review our applications for the Progenitor study?"

James smiled ever so slightly. "Ah, the Progenitor study, of course, i will have that announcement for the entire floor next week Doctor Birkin." he finished. He was currently reviewing the applications with Oswell, but because of the faith he had in his 2 most promising scientists, he had highly recommended them for the study. Though he could not say a word until the official announcement next week.

"Thank you sir." William answered with a curt nod. He admired Williams willingness to comply with rules, something Wesker could of stood to learn.

"I expect to see results from the B strain soon gentlemen, as you were." he finished as he stepped out of the lab, leaving the scientists to their work.

After a few moments of silence, Wesker spoke up. "You signed us up for the Progenitor study?"

William scoffed. "You're the one that said for me to!"

"You, sign you up, i wont be able to juggle Captain Weskers paper work and Doctor Wesker's research if i'm accepted." he sighed, packing away papers and folders into a bag.

"Oh poor Captain Wesker, Marcus' little pet that gets to play police officer all day." He laughed about half way through the sentence, imagining Wesker as a little yapping chihuahua that only existed for Marcus to click his fingers and have him perform tricks. Wesker didn't find it so funny.

Wesker leaned in towards William, his face like thunder. "What i do, i do for our research and a future in this company, you'd do well to remember that the next time you feel the need to insult me, or I might just very well turn that we into an I by the end of the week." he hissed as he zipped the bag closed and stood.

"I need to get back to work and continue with the blood sampling on the strain." Wesker stated as he fixed his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose

William stared at Wesker for a minute, "Wait, go back to the police station and.. do blood sampling?" he asked incredulously.

"Today i will just get the STARS to run laps while i work on the sample, it wont take me too long." he answered, trying to sound reassuring but not to great affect judging by Williams skeptic look.

"Err.. aright Al, if you think that you can do it without looking suspicious, dropping blood onto virus samples isn't exactly what most people have as a hobby these days so you wont exactly be able to bluff your way out if your caught."

Wesker smirked and as pushed his chair under the counter. "Get caught. Ha." he echoed as he walked out of the lab, bidding William adieu once again until most likely the next day for an hour or 2, then back to STARS and his mountain of paper work.

He gritted his teeth at the thought of dealing with the noise of STARS for a few more hours, but shook his head, banishing all thoughts. Someday, all of this police business will be behind me and i will be allowed to work in peace.

And hopefully, work in Marcus' place.

Sure the man wasn't exactly overly infuriating, in fact he was quite tolerable and tried to help the two men in anyway, but that didn't matter. The man had a status of power within these walls while Wesker was merely like that of an injured bird that's forced to fly on another's back.

Always attempting to establish and distinguish himself from the crowd, Wesker had worked exceptionally hard for years to get his chance at Umbrella, and now that he had it, he wasn't about to give it up for any reason. He would change this world, and he would change it for the better. The only reason he was even the STARS captain was from Marcus' recommendation that it would look good if he went undercover for the company to show his loyalties and skill as an undercover police man.

Wesker fixed his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and submitted his reports into Marcus' in boxes and exited the building as he always did, sighing as he practically fell into his car, appalled by the idea of going back to face the abysmal band of morons that made up the RCPD. He growled as he started up his car and drove off.

The work was absolutely infuriating, and while he did enjoy the power trip his insubordinate's provided, he would hardly call the work worth while or even worthy of his time, the completely opposite of how working for Umbrella felt, or would soon feel when he got on the team for the Progenitor virus anyway. Though there was a silver lining to all of the grief that STARS brought, and that was his glorious plan.

And that plan? Wesker nearly allowed a chuckle to escape his lips as he pulled into the RCPD's parking lot. That plan would surely leave the entirety of the whole building in an uproar once he enforced it, and thanks to a certain redhead, he had found the perfect catalyst.

Though thanks to Marcus and the failed B-Virus, Wesker would have to probably work on a new sample for the next week non stop. He'd be lucky if he slept this week in fact. The thought was enough to make him want to roar at the next person he saw.

A wide smile spread across his face as he thought about taking out his frustration in a more constructive way.

"Ah, my Dear heart, you seem to be able to provide endless entertainment, without even trying it seems." he said to himself as he walked into reception. His smile disappeared as soon as he walked in, but he really had to restrain himself from chuckling when he saw a smiling Redfield behind the desk.

That smile wouldn't last for much longer.


1 week later


"That man is a demon, pure evil, a tyrant, and anything else that's awful to deal with!" Claire complained as she picked away at her meal in Emmy's, sitting with Chris and Jill.

"Tell me something i don't know!" The amusement on Chris' face could be seen from space, much to Claire's annoyance.

Wesker had really made her work for her first week, in fact, at times, what he asked for was just plain ridiculous. He demanded to be left alone all day Monday Tuesday and Wednesday, but that didn't stop him calling Claire constantly for absolutely trivial things. He had roared at the STARS for absolutely no reason what so ever and he had asked Claire to leave random cryptic messages to long phone numbers she had never even heard of. Most of the numbers she had called she only left short weird messages, and close to all of them was to a "William" from some weird company phone number.

He had shouted at her on Thursday in front of Barry over smudged ink on a signature and she was so mortified that her face went completely red in front of him. Oh, she'd get Wesker back for that yet.

Claire cleared her throat and looked Chris deadly serious in the eye. "Dear heart, my coffee isn't right. Dear heart, these reports are wrong. Dear heart, are you aware that the ink is smudged on these sheets? Dear heart, can you help me remove this stick from my ass?" Claire mimicked in her worst impersonation of Wesker she'd ever heard.

Though Chris did spit out his drink at Claire's last one, which she smiled proudly at.

"What's all that Dearheart stuff anyway?" Jill questioned as she chewed on her cheese burger. "It sounds like he likes you or something.. "

"That's disgusting Jill." Chris quickly interrupted. Jill smirked at his swift reply.

Claire giggled softly. "Yeah, the boss doing the secretary, that's original."

"You what?" Chris asked in a low tone, one that made Claire's head whip to him in a flash of surprise. "Wha-? No! i was making a joke!" she said defensively, throwing her hands up and shaking her head.

"Jesus don't even joke about that, you'll give me a freaking heart attack." he said, taking a relieved sigh. Both Jill and Claire looked at each other, smirking. The two women knew all too well how over protective he was. Jill had tried to loosen Chris' binds he had on her in regards to dating, but it hadn't worked at all. She had probably slammed that door shut and padlocked the door the day she brought him her first and to date, only boyfriend that turned out to be an asshole.

Jill shrugged as she took a swig of her coke. "I unno, if she started doing Wesker, maybe she could sweet talk him into forgetting about drills." she joked. Neither women missed his glare as he focused all attention to his meal. The girls laughed as loud as hyenas at Chris' uncomfortable silence.

And yet, Claire knew it was all joke, but even now as she sat in bed hours later, she couldn't help but blush at the thought of doing Wesker. God Claire, this is getting ridiculous. Claire shrugged and turned to sleep. She figured because she was still a virgin that that's why she was even entertaining the idea. That's it, blame Hormones.

The thought was pretty hilariously impossible, but there was no crime in private thoughts now, was there? She giggled and shook her head. "You're thinking about your god damn boss. Could i not fantasize about that guy with the long hair from college or Brad Pitt?" But for some reason, she couldn't. What the hell made Wesker so special?

Maybe it was the whole forbidden thing, that always made girls want someone more, right? Right, that made total sense. After all, this wasn't the first time that something forbidden was something Claire wanted. Something about Risks and Danger always did give her an adrenaline rush, and she loved that feeling.

Satisfied with her conclusion, she wiped her mind blank and drifted off to sleep, content with the thought that was going to wake up to a lazy Saturday morning, her day filled with no plans, and that was absolutely fine with her.


"Claire!" Chris called, jolting Claire awake from a pleasant dream involving both Brad Pitt and the guy from her college.

Claire groaned and glanced at her bedside clock, stifling a scream at the device which read 6 am. "Chris, what the hell! Its Saturday!" Claire roared as she buried her face in her pillow, prepared to fall back asleep.

"Claire get up! Wesker's on the phone for you!"

Wait.. Wesker?

"..He what?!" Claire shouted in disbelief, jumping up from her bed in an instant. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror before she left the room - she was in a tight wife beater and boy shorts, but it was only Chris so she didn't bother throw on a dressing gown or anything.

In an instant, Claire had arrived in the kitchen, spying Chris holding the phone up to Claire, not looking too happy as he was still in his boxers and super man shirt, probably grumpy from being woken up early and having no coffee yet. Claire shook her head and held the phone up to her ear. She mentally groaned. What the hell could he need now? Sure he treated her like a slave at work, but calls on days off? that was ridiculous!

"Hello?" she asked, trying to send as awake as possible, but her voice was still a little rough from only having just woken up.

The quiet, almost inaudible chuckle of the STARS captain was what she heard first. "My my dear heart, you and your brother certainly are sleeping the day away."

"Its 6:02 am on a Saturday!" she bit back rather fast. Sure she was still intimidated as all hell by the man, but the way she had been treated all week by him gave her enough confidence to return some of his jabs. Besides, she knew how he operated now; the man loved control, but Claire hated being controlled, so she knew her limits, but that didn't stop her from stepping out of the boundaries here and there for playful banter as she liked to call it.

"Dear heart, the brain is, on average, more active between the hours of 6 and 8 am." he stated.

Claire rolled her eyes and resisted a scoff as she glanced at Chris storming back up the stairs, presumably to get dressed. "My brains active period once i get enough hours of sleep!" she retorted.

He chuckled once again, and Claire picked up that he was obviously in a good mood. It was hard enough for her to be able to pick up on it so soon, but she noticed that when he was in a bad mood, he was give Claire frowns and sarcastic, condescending replies, while when he was in a good mood, he would chuckle and almost humor whatever she said.

Then he cleared his throat. "That may be, but i require your services today." he said.

"But Captain, its Saturday!"

"Claire, i do suggest that if you want to keep this job, you will do whatever it is i ask of you." he quickly got in before she got in more of a huff over this.

Claire wanted to smash the phone against the kitchen wall, but relented and settled for showing the phone the middle finger. "Yes sir." she said, not meaning it to sound nice or even slightly pleasant. "What is it that you need?"

Wesker smirked. "I need you to come to my home and collect some files for Chief Irons, i can't go in today and they need to be returned."

Claire's eyes widened. "Come to your home?"

"66 Dovett street, Dear Heart, you have an hour before i will be gone." he said, and hung up the phone without another word.

Claire made sure to hit the hang up button around 60 times before she groaned loudly and hung up the phone. Storming back up to her room, she begrudgingly got dressed and brushed her hair, not bothering with make up or even tying up her hair. That's how mad she was.


"So we're scraping the B-Strain completely?" William asked, anger evident in his tone.

"We're repeating mistakes from the A-Strain Will, we need a different approach to this strain all together." Wesker stated as he filled his friend a cup of coffee in his kitchen, making sure to put the mug on a coaster beside Williams untidy stack of papers. He gritted his teeth at how carefree and unorganized he was, but he knew that if he kicked up an argument about it, it would amount to nothing, as it always did.

"So what are we calling these strain? Throw science at the wall and see what sticks-Strain?" William was really trying to push Wesker's buttons today about scraping all of their research, but Wesker wasn't going to let it get to him today. Scraping their research and starting anew was a smart approach in rectifying their mistakes, even if William only saw it as Wesker's way of being a dick.

They needed to think outside of the box for this virus to enhance cells, as oppose to killing them off as soon as they invaded the host. The virus was supposed to take over cells completely, enhancing ability, but instead of enhancing ability, the virus would take over, but the body wouldn't be able to handle it. They needed something to stabilize it, and at this point, they were testing everything and anything.

"Will, feel free to cry and moan about lost research, just please get it over and done with soon so we may begin to think about a new direction." Wesker stated flatly, leaning on his counter, sipping his own coffee.

"Fine, fine!" William sighed in defeat. "So whats the news with you messing with your secretary or whatever?" he asked, not all that interested, but badly needed a change of topic. The thought of going into work and starting all over from scratch again was enough to make him scream, but he would have to deal with it.

"Ah, the plans for my Dear heart." he chuckled lightly and fixed his sunglasses. "Did i mention she was dear Chris' little sister?"

William shook his head and chuckled with him with that, no amusement in his voice. "Oh you're going to have a field day with that poor soul then, knowing you."

Wesker shrugged. "I deserve entertainment with at least one of my jobs."

"So what do you plan to do? sleep with her in your office and accidentally call Chris in or something?" William guessed as he watched the blonde smirk at him, amusement lighting up his very being as he stared at him.

"Even better." he commented.

William made a 'hmm' sound and swirled his coffee before answering. "Sleep with her and never call her again?"

"Do you think so little of me that i go around sleeping with women and never call them?" Wesker quipped, frowning ever so slightly.

"Fine then, what's the grand plan then, puppet master?" William asked, sick of guessing.

"Have her fall in love with me." he commented as he downed some coffee, smirking at William as his expression went from interest to confusion.

"Teens fall in and out of love all the time, it'd be rather cute to break up with Claire and have her run to dear Chris for emotional support, knowing that if he ever tries to confront me for it, i'll have him out of STARS." he smiled wide as he finished his coffee.

"Evil bastard." William stated, "You're going to break that poor girls heart for the sake of some entertainment."

Wesker smirked. "Oh while she's under my employment, i will be the perfect gentlemen. Having her close will provide some more personal information on STARS and Chris to use against them during the Mansion exam, a woman in love will sing like a canary if treated right, and in exchange, i will let her down easy when the time comes. "

"Albert Wesker, ladies and gentlemen." William said in astonishment. "You know if you want a girlfriend, that new scientist Ada's been staring you down for weeks."

Wesker let out a hum of amusement. "Ah, the lovely Miss Wong." he echoed to himself, almost forgetting William was there, which left him more than confused.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and Wesker gently set the empty mugs into his sink and nodded to William. "And that will be my dear heart now William, i will see you back at the labs." he said with a flick of his wrist.

William nodded. He knew the drill. Any time people came to his house it was usually people that couldn't see William with him - Umbrella execs (who assumed the 2 scientists were in a bitter rivalry), Marcus (who assumed the same thing), rarely a STARS member (obvious reasons) and now, his secretary.

"You better be back for research and development later, i can't pull a late one tonight since Annette has a meeting around 6 and i have to be home to watch Sherry."

Wesker merely nodded, placing his hand on the door hand and only daring to open it once he heard his back door slam shut.


Chris was so mad about being woken up on a Saturday that he had gone back to his room and locked the door, most likely squeezing his pillow tightly around his head to block out Claire's banging on his door, asking for a lift to Wesker's place. At least, that's what she presumed he did.

She was at least happy the walk wasn't too far, only about 20 minutes. She used to have a friend in high school on the street, so she had no trouble getting there. She was just happy the weather was nice and not raining, or else Chris would of gotten an ear full when she arrived home, not that he wasn't getting one already.

Still though, she was pretty pissed that after such a horrendous week with the Satan incarnation for a boss, she was expected on a Saturday. How the hell much does this job pay anyway? obviously not enough. She huffed and sped up her pace as she spotted the Dovett street sign.

Walking quite a bit down the ways of the street, she noticed that the neighborhood was full of shouting and laughing children playing on bikes or with pets, and even a few people out jogging or walking. The street was similar enough to Chris and Claire's house, but since they were in their parents house that was located slightly more 'out of the way' than Dovett was.

Still though, the street was wholesome and quite a nice setting to settle and raise a family. A sudden thought popped up into her head. Does Wesker have a wife? or kids? a pet perhaps?

For some reason though, she couldn't really imagine him with any family and especially not any pets. Or maybe she was completely wrong and the man had a wife and a few kids. She was hoping for the first option to come true. She frowned to herself. You have a problem! hes your brothers- oh you know what!

And just like that, her brain had given up fighting. She only ever had random little ticks to mentally hit on her boss, but she knew in her heart and soul she'd never actually act on them. God no.

She stopped dead in her tracks when she spotted the small black mail box that read 66, Wesker on the side and swallowed a lump in her throat. She noticed the house beside him had a few bikes and a little table set up with a few plastic teacups on it. She smiled at the thought of children having tea parties at it. The other house had a perfectly kept lawn, and a lot of multicoloured flowers that made the front look gorgeous and really vibrant. Wesker's front yard was just well maintained and plain. Well what the heck were you expecting? Claire had no idea.

Gently pushing the doorbell, she waited a few minutes before the door opened, and she was greeted with the sight of Albert Wesker in the most confusing clothes she had ever seen him.

He was just in a pair of sweats and a plain white shirt. For some reason, this was really strange for her to see. Well why the hell would he wear his STARS uniform on his Saturday? Claire mentally slapped herself and focused on Wesker as she saw his mouth curl into a smirk.

"Dear heart, welcome, please come in." he said as he stepped aside, allowing her into his humble abode. As she walked in, the first thing that hit her was how.. rather dull his home was. It wasn't huge, but not small either. The hall had deep mahogany timber flooring, but the kitchen and sitting room (which were pretty much joined) both had white tile. The couch set was black, as was the counters and presses in the Kitchen. Geez, ever hear of colour? There were no family photos on the wall, in fact.. no photos at all from what she could see.

There was a painting in the sitting room but it wasn't entirely interesting to her. It was an abstract imagine of some sort of army but it didn't particularly interest her. Being an art student, she was rather picky and precise with what she did and didn't like, and abstract art was very hit or miss for her.

"Wow, everything's so.. tidy." she commented finally, following Wesker to the kitchen.

Wesker chuckled lightly. "Thank you Dear heart." he said as he sat at the counter, pulling his laptop to him and adjusting the screen. Claire didn't really see what was on it because he was typing and clicking anywhere and everywhere so fast that Claire barely saw a thing before he closed it again. Claire jumped slightly when a printer she hadn't noticed on the kitchen table turned on and printed a sheet. She looked to Wesker who silently gestured for her to pick up the sheet with a nod.

Looking over the sheet, she saw a complete list of the RPD workers and STARS. Confused, she looked back to him.

"You have experience with computers and typing i presume?" he asked.

"Uh.." Claire started, "A.. little bit." Honestly, technology wasn't really her forté. Her college was slowly integrating the use of them to teach the class typing skills, bur honestly, she didn't care for it. She could still type and do extremely basic things thanks to her colleges brief teachings of it, but still, it was something.

"Good, i need the profiles of all the workers updated and ready for review by today, all the information you need is here." He tapped the screen lightly on a folder shortcut.

Claire's eyes involuntarily shot wide open. That was around 60 people!

"Captain wait i-"

"Is there a problem, Dear heart?" he asked, slowly closing the space between the two. Claire blushed heavily.

"I.. i.. uh.." Claire stuttered out, noticing that they were now very close together.

Wesker slowly bent down to her ear and whispered, "I will be here all day if you need absolutely anything, Dear heart."

Claire swallowed thickly and nearly let out an audible 'Eep' when she thought she felt a subtle brush on his lips on her ear lobe. Her entire face was practically going red.

"O-okay.." Claire stuttered out, her eyes slowly closing to mere slits.

Wesker smiled in arrogance while her eyes closed and pulled back, seeing how she was a bit nervous. How cute.

"Please, have them done before 12 PM my dear." he said. "I must go out on a run now to clear my head, will you be alright?" he asked, still smiling down at her.

"Yeah.." she wasn't quite sure if she would be, but the colour in her cheeks told her heart to say absolutely anything to get the man out and Claire into a cold shower.

Wesker nodded and slowly pressed his lips to the top of her forehead. She shivered as she felt all warm focus on that one spot on her head, and just like that, he was out the door.

Claire sighed and looked back at Wesker's 'locked to guest' laptop screen and bachelor pad-esque decorated home. Even though that sweet and gentle kiss felt so nice and warm against her head, she couldn't help but morn her Saturday, for it was undeniably ruined.

As she sat down to type the god foresaken profile breakdowns, not once did Albert Wesker leave her mind.

And for once, that was alright.


For anyone that thinks i'm making Claire way too soft and sensitive and a boy crazed - especially Wesker - fangirl, i apologize. I'm trying to convey how young she is and not fully understanding of certain things are in her life, so a little ignorant to the things im sure most of us know. Don't worry, Claire wont be like this for much longer, she'll wise up to Wesker eventually

How are you guys liking it so far? Thank you SO much to the people who reviewed and made me feel better and more confident to write this !