The characters from the game belong to Capcom. The OC's and story plot belong to me.

A/N: I'm not english native speaker, so you might find some typos or grammar mistakes, I do apologize for that.

21st century

The night wore off, and in the early morning, the alarm clock rang on the bedside table. He reached his arm to turn it off. He took a long breath and yawned. Waking up by 4:30AM was his usual routine, although not so usual waking up with a woman on the other side of the bed, sleeping soundly.

He sat up on the bed, removing the sheets covering his naked body. Bare foot he walked to the bathroom to shower and brush his teeth. He finished the shower and returned to the bedroom. The brunette woman was still sleeping on his king size bed.

He made deliberate sounds as he dressed and put on his jungle boots, hoping that she would respond, forgetting the disturbed peace in the night. No one made the first move and the impasse continued until he checked the clock again and stepped closer to the bed.

"Hey, wake up" he touched the woman's shoulder gently shaking her

She moaned

"Get up sleepy beauty"

Still blurry-eyed she checked the time on the alarm clock. Too early. The sun wasn't even up yet.

"I have to go to work"

She let out a sigh of frustration, but obeyed to his request as he finished dressing himself.

"I guess I won't have time to take a quick shower, will I?"

He checked the clock, "You have the time until I get ready to leave. I prefer leaving earlier so I can avoid the rush hour traffic"

"I see… But… will we see each other again? I really enjoyed our night…" she spoke seductively remembering their intense moments and all the orgasms he provided her and the three times he proved he had really liked their moment.

He made a face seemingly hesitant. Surely he had enjoyed their night. She was a beautiful company. Despite all the pleasure she had given to him, he had a code. He had informed her his code, "No attachments" he spoke straight to the point with a reminding tone

She exhaled, "I know you said that, but seeing each other again is not an attachment nor commitment."

"But leads to it…"

She desisted from appeasing him. Wordless, she took her clothes and dressed herself. No shower. She only used the bathroom to wash her face. She didn't want to waste more of his little time for personal affairs. She just knew it. She worked with him long enough to know about the rumors.

He was Christopher Redfield. The workaholic captain and one of the original founding members of the BSAA. Few women could have his body and little time, but none had his heart. He was unreachable and made sure to keep things that way.

He gave the woman the taxi money and drove down the road towards the BSAA Headquarters. He liked leaving earlier when it was still dark to avoid the rush hour and the bad traffic of New York city. He turned on the radio fiddling the stations. None got his attention. That time of the day, most stations were all about morning news, economy, politics. The same subject repeatedly only spoken with different words. That morning he wasn't in the mood. His thoughts were distant. He arrived at his work's building little after the sunrise and parked his car in the parking lot and headed to the elevators' lobby. The doors opened and he stepped out of the elevator and looked in both directions. The lobby was empty. So far, so good. That was another point for getting to work earlier than everyone does. The outer perimeter of the floor consisted of offices housing seniors and tech department. A maze of cubicles filled the balance forming practical, though cramped, office space for the support staff. A single main hallways ran the circumference of the floor between the offices and the cubicle walls with frequent smaller hallways branching into the cubicles. As Chris left the confined of the lobby and entered the hallways, he began running into coworkers of the night shift. There were a few nods and greetings in his direction, but nobody gave him more than a passing look as he made his way to his office around a corner.
The office was large and had large windows with beautiful view to the training field but lacking in a personal touch.

There were several diplomas on the wall next to the desk, a portrait of him with his only family member, Claire. In addition there was another portrait of him with his closest friends still back in the days of Raccoon City on a happy hour he, Jill, Barry, Rebecca and some other S.T.A.R.S members, except Wesker, had before the horrendous incident in the Mansion in the Arklay Mountains that changed their lives forever. There were some trophies on the shelves on the wall. Otherwise, the walls were bare.

He turned on the lights and computer, sitting on his chair turning to the window where he looked through the window and watched the new recruits training in the training field. That was his usual routine when not in missions. Driving home to work and from work to home with occasional nightstands.

He continued watching the recruits still distant in his thoughts. He had had the same dream again. So vivid this time. As if he was really there, he could still feel all the sensations he lived in the dream. He could still remember the voices, the noises. He could still remember all the feelings he felt in the different situations, his own thoughts during each moment. All the flashes of scenes in erratic order of events that for him now, they didn't make much of sense. The dream doesn't make any sense, although made him wake up feeling nostalgic and longing for something he didn't know.

Should he pay attention to that dream that insisted so much in repeating? Was there a message for him? Or was it just something of his imagination?

17th Century

Stafford's Manor

Katarina and the Stafford's were reunited in the library

"I know they could go to the lake manor" the stepmother spoke

"Lake Manor?" Katarina asked in curiosity

"Yes. It's a property Angelique inherited from her mother when she passed away. She has the habit to spend seasons there" the father explained

"Alone?" Katarina spoke intrigued

The stepmother smirked, "Probably with Christopher!"

Katarina bit her lips with the disgusting thoughts. This time she couldn't disguise her discomfort with Amelia's comment, "So that is your plan? Wait them get to the lake manor that in my opinion sounds too obvious? Christopher cannot be that obvious!"

"They will get there by the end of the daylight" the man said

"Is that the closest location they can reach? Is there any other place they can hide?"

"Yes, the lake manor is the closest place they can reach, besides an abbey along the road. The only place they can go that is closer to have a rest is in the Peasant's Village. They could get there by the night, but no one travels in the middle of the night" the stepmother spoke

"They could hide in town as well to make us wonder they have gone too far away when they're not." The man commented

"That is a dangerous option. I do not see Christopher taking that" Katarina spoke frowning

"Do you have a better idea?" Angelique's father asked

"Call the Royal Rescue Troop. I am a close friend with the king's family and their reinforcements could corner them. Not to mention they can force him to return to the court"

"That would give them time to run away further…" the stepmother said

"Actually that would be just a matter of time until they are 'rescued'." Katarina replied

"So what's your plan? That the two of us will only stay waiting?" the male Stafford gasped

"Yes, pretty much! You give me a map of all the nearby places they can go and hide while I will go back to the court and do the talk with my close friend…"

Unknown Location

A couple of days later

"How are you feeling?" he asked in concern as he sat on the bed corner

"I don't like this Chris…being a fugitive…"

"It's just until we validate our union. The new law allow us to have a private ceremony without the king's consent or witnesses. I have a friend that has legal power to validate our vows and then there's the consummation detail… but I believe we have consummated it long ago…"

"Can't they force us to annul it?"

"No! They could try if have we didn't have a legal registration from a justice of the peace after presentation of the certificate from the parish, which won't be the case. That's why we will head early to the Peasant's Village and by this time tomorrow, you will be already Angelique Reed"

She smiled, "I prefer Angely Reed, but Angelique is fine too. I just hope to feel better tomorrow"

"You will! You just got nervous with the whole thing happening so fast"

"Yes and I'm still worried about it all… don't even know what to think…"

He lied next to her and pulled her to him from behind

"So what's your plan after the wedding?"

"You'll come to court with me as my legit wife"

"Won't that be a problem?"

"A problem? Of course not! They might talk and talk…but no damage will come from that. Besides, those people love gossips and scandals!"

She remained in silence with an insecure expression

"But you won't live in there. You will stay in my personal land in Arthena"

"Do you really have that land?"

"Yes I do!"

"I thought you made it out…"

"No! I could never be so convincing with such of a lie!"

She forced a faint smile as dizziness hit her again. The young couple remained in silence while Christopher watched out for his companion. Now it was his time to take of her with love and dedication.

Castle of Bohma

"I want to speak with the Prince"

"He's taking a rest"

"I do not care about his rest. What I have to say is more important!"

"I have orders to not let anyone in…"

Katarina rolled her eyes and pushed the soldiers running towards the royal chambers as the men ran after her screaming for her to stop.

"Charles!" she screamed pushing the doors abruptly

"What the hell is that!" the young prince who looked in his early tweenties shouted

"Charles…"

"Katarina!" he yelled widening his eyes

"I beg your pardon your highness, but the lady forced her way, breaking your orders…" one guardian spoke apologetic

"This cannot wait!" she yelled catching her breath

Knowing her for all her life, he ordered the guards to give them privacy, "What happened?" he asked as he sat on the armchair

"I encountered Christopher!"

"What?" he frowned in disbelief

"He is not dead! I saw him with eyes and touched him with my own hands!"

"This can't be true…"

"It is true!"

"If that's true, why didn't he return to the court?"

"I think he has got a brain problem"

"What do you mean?"

She looked down with a saddened gaze, "He did not remember me…" she looked up, "But I know it is him! I could never mistake that!" she spoke with conviction

"Memory problem?"

"Apparently…"

The man sighed thoughtful, "And where did you encounter him?"

"In a plaza in the Lake Province, but I do not believe you will find him there"

"Why not?"

"Because people had not seen him before and some saw him leaving the province"

"How can I be sure the man in question was really him?"

"Why would I lie about that? You know how Christopher is important to me… and to kingdom!"

"This is a matter to my father…"

"You are in his place! You can do whatever you want now!"

.

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"What don't you request crying and I grant smiling?"

Cottage, Morning

Christopher was sitting on the bed corner as he watched Angelique sleeping. A few days had passed since they arrived at the Peasants' Village and stayed in their unfinished cottage. They knew they couldn't stay there for a long period, but Angelique's increasing sickness delayed their trip plans and his concern reaching its' peek. Not a good way to start as newlyweds. They still hadn't enjoyed their new life as husband and wife.

"How are you feeling today?" he asked as she woke up

Her answer wasn't needed as she rushed to vomit in a bowl

"I should take you to a doctor, I'm very concerned about your health, Angely…"

"No, it's not needed. I'm getting better"

"No you're not and I can see that! You're still and hadn't eaten properly"

"It's because I want to eat different things that we don't have here…"

"So will you starve because of that?"

"Of course not! I do eat things…"

"Not enough. You're getting thinner and paler!"

"I just want to sleep Chris… When we wake up, I'm sure I'll be feeling better and we can head to our trip, alright? We have wasted a precious time here…"

"You are my responsibility now, Angely. I have never seen you so sick"

"It's because I never got sick before and thank you for taking care of me, but please don't be so concerned. I'm good. I just need to rest a bit more" she forced a weak smile and caressed his face, but the next minute she ran to vomit once again.

That was enough for him. He had the obligation to watch for his wife's sake. Rising against her wish, he left the cottage to look for a doctor for her.

Castle of Bohma

The royal carriages crossed the main gate. The King had returned to the castle alongside his family.
Pierce left his carriage and noticed there were several guardians missing. Soon after, Charles, the Prince of Bohma welcomed his family and informed them the news.

Pierce could not believe his ears, "What did you say?" he asked in shock

"Christopher Reed is still alive"

"How can you be so sure of that?"

"Katarina encountered him"

A bombshell had just being thrown on young Pierce Northman. He didn't even seem to react properly as his voice failed him, "What?" he whispered feeling some spasms on his skin and an increasing pain coring through his muscles. The thought of Katarina and Christopher.

"I ordered rescue troops to search the nearby villages of Lake and Peasant's Provinces. We are waiting for the results and only time will tell if Katarina was right or not"

Soon after the prince's statement, Pierce spotted Katarina standing at the main doors of the castle, staring them.

"Oh your highness… welcomed back… I thought it was Christopher…"she spoke not being able to disguise properly her frustration seeing them

"What story is that Katarina?" the king asked

"The truth your highness. Christopher is alive!"

"You know if you fooled my guardians you shall be punished"

"Yes, I know your highness, but I will not be punished because I do not lie about that! I know soon your men will bring Christopher back to the court"

"You'd better young lady… you'd better! As you may know, I have reached my patience's limit with all your adventures!"

Katarina's blood boiled with the old man's tone. Unconsciously her inner side could not tolerate such thing and as a result, she didn't revere the royal mem as they passed by her, much the contrary. She remained with an imposing posture as if defying them.

There were no boundaries for Katarina O'Gregon's pride. So much that she didn't even bother to pay much of attention to her fiancé, crashing even more Pierce Northman's heart.

Sadly, Pierce touched his pocket and felt the small box in his pocket. A strong pain hit him as darkness consumed his mood with Katarina's constant rejections.

"Christopher Reed…" he mumbled bitterly riding his horse to join the rescue troopers

Peasants' Village

Christopher alongside a doctor rushed through the inhabitants of the village. For his surprise, that day the streets seemed crowded, more than the usual. People seemed to be expecting something important. However, that didn't matter to him, all he cared was for Angelique.

Forcing his way through the people, Christopher led the way as the doctor followed him.

They turned the corner of an alley to catch a shortcut, but for their misfortune, the other street seemed even more crowed. They forced their way the same way.

"Christopher Reed!"

A male voice paralyzed the former royal knight as the horse continued walking and he ignored the calling.

"Someone is calling you sir" the doctor spoke innocently

Christopher closed his eyes in frustration. The doctor had just ruined his disguise. Cornered.

"Christopher Reed… They say you have lost your memories but…humm, I bet to disagree and I'm afraid you have just turned into a renegade!" Pierce Northman spoke imposingly on his black horse closing the way for Christopher get away as both men stared each other

"Who the hell are you?" Christopher replied with a serious demeanor

"Don't you really remember me?" Pierce replied with incredulity

"No, I don't"

"But you do know your name…"

Chris frowned in silence and turned to the doctor, "I can't go on with you. Take the road at the south and go straight. You'll see an unfinished cottage. Please, she needs help and take good care of her!" he instructed the man and gave him the keys, "Tell her where she can find me… at the court" he added

The guardians continued blocking the way, making impossible for the doctor to leave as well.

"Please… Let him go. He has nothing to do with any of that"

Pierce bit his lips staring his old friend, studying him and the doctor. Noticing the innocence in the doctor's gaze and the sincerity in the renegade's tone, he made a gesture opening space for the latter man to pass, quickly closing the passage and staring once again Christopher Reed.

"I came to bring you back to court"

"I have nothing to do at the court!"

"Much the contrary, my old friend, much the contrary! You owe explanations!"

"I don't owe any explanations as I don't know any of you!"

"It doesn't matter if you know us or not. We do know you and you surely can explain how you have lived for the past year"

Christopher swallowed hard. Despite all the tension, all his mind could think was about Angelique and her safety.

"I'm sure you were great back in the days, but still you cannot face an entire army against you…. So just surrender and come back to the court!" Pierce spoke and ordered the men to arrest Christopher who clearly couldn't fight all those men and most probably there would have more else where

(*)

Cottage, Afternoon

Angelique was restless. Christopher had left without informing her his whereabouts. She felt better from the sickness, but her apprehension seemed to be about to get her sick again. She checked the window constantly, in hope to see Christopher, but nothing happened. Only her heart got more squeezed.

She heard a noise on and rushed to the door

"Who are you?" she asked in scare seeing a strange man entering

"I'm a doctor. Your husband sent me. I came to check on you"

"What? Where is he?" she asked in preoccupation

"He was taken by royal guards. He said you can find him at the court"

Angelique immediately rushed to the door, but the man grabbed her arm, "I need to check on you first"

"I'm fine already! I need to meet my husband!"

The man shook his head, "You can't go! You're a woman, sick… you cannot wander around alone!"

"Let go of me! I'm not sick, I'm perfectly fine!" she shouted trying to released herself from him

However, as soon as she reached the door, she paralyzed completely. Her widened in shock.

"Already with another man?" Amelia Stafford, her stepmother spoke bitterly

"Whore!" her father shouted and slapped Angelique on the face. Strong enough to throw her on the floor. Although, that wasn't enough, infuriated, he knelt down next to her and grabbed her by the hair making her scream, "You no longer are my daughter! From now on you are banned from my family and shall be locked in the convent, forever!" he yelled dragging her without even care if he was hurting her.

Thank you Herpderp for the review! :D

That wasn't an easy end of chapter for me to write T_T so I tried to be as light as I could, to spare my own mind T_T The darkness has reached the story :(

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