Chapter 19

A Poisoned Legacy

Jake left Krauser behind as he sped on foot back to his home, making good use of his inhuman agility that rendered him capable of sprinting like a bullet fired from a gun; he was naturally faster on foot than a vehicle of any sort.

He had to get back and make sure Sherry and Marlowe were safe.

He leapt over the giant border that separated the old V.M from the current in a split second. His movements were a blur; he'd already arrived at his uncle and Rachael's residence. Earlier when he was with Krauser, it took them over four hours to escape from the city to the empty ice and snow fields to the old part of the town, it took Jake a mere two minutes to alight on foot.

The hot-blooded redhead flashed through the front doors of the luxury hotel and up the stairs. The receptionist was behind the front desk and when the doors flew open she nearly jumped out of her skin. Snow flurried about the floors and the breeze caused papers and other items to scatter and stir. She caught as many papers as she could before quickly moving to shut the doors.

Jake arrived at Raymond's door and knocked twice. When his uncle opened the door he was startled by his nephew's appearance. He was covered from head to toe in snow and his ophidian eyes flashed dangerously at him. "Jake... –" he was interrupted.

"Where's Sherry?" he demanded; his aura was powerful and it was as if gravity were weighing the older male down. Raymond was alarmed by the sound of his voice - there was something hiding under his tone, almost like the bellowing of a crocodile.

"We took her home shortly after you left..." Raymond answered reluctantly.

His nephew disappeared in a flash before he could say another word. Raymond was motionless with surprise. Rachael approached from behind him asking if he were alright, he said nothing as he shut the door and walked towards the kitchen with her trailing behind. He needed a nice hot pot of coffee because he could feel a sleepless night in the horizon.

Jake continued on his way, zipping through traffic and everything else that impeded him in his desperate voyage home. If Sherry was at the house he knew she was safe with his father there and Marlowe as well. He usually would track her by her scent but her essence was always left wherever she traveled. At least now he knew to follow the trail home and her smell grew stronger as he neared.

He opened the front door and slammed it shut behind him. As he started for the stairs, his ears perked up at sound of footsteps scurrying into the front room. His mother emerged from the dining room with Rebecca and Billy.

"Jake, what's going on?" Stephanie asked worried.

"Where's Sherry?" he asked with the same resonance he gave his uncle.

Stephanie caught sight of his eyes and shivered under his hard stare. "S-She's upstairs in her room. But Jake – "

He bolted up the stairs, leaving her behind. Rebecca and Billy looked at one another, confusion and shock stamped on their faces. Stephanie shrugged to them helplessly. She was worried for her son but when his eyes pierced through her the way they did, she felt hesitant to chase after him.

Jake came through the family room and into the small corridor outside Marlowe and Sherry's bedroom. He was surprised to see a tall brunette standing outside of the door. Jake could make out a Px4 handgun on her as well as a small stun gun. She noticed him quickly and her icy blue eyes narrowed upon sight.

"What the hell?" she voiced out, looking him over with caution and resolve. Her left hand instinctively reached for her gun. She'd never seen eyes like his before.

"Who the hell are you?" Jake growled impatiently.

"Jill Valentine, I'm looking after Sherry - are you Jake Wesker?"

Learning that she was a bodyguard brought his adrenaline rush down quite a bit. Judging from the brunette's tough exterior, he felt he could relax some. "The one and only," Jake said with a slight smirk. "You gonna let me in or am I gonna have to wrestle off a woman?"

Jill settled down some and let out a held breath. "That won't be necessary. Rest assured she's been in good hands awaiting your return. I'm an on and off member of the BSAA with high ranks in the force. I'm more than capable of eliminating any threat that may surface."

What is the BSAA doing here? Did my father call them? "That's great and all but are you gonna let me in?" Jake said irritably.

She huffed but a smile came to her face. "Of course, she's right inside waiting for you with Excella. My apologies for questioning you, I'm not used to staring into the eyes of a dragon." she humored.

Jake shrugged and opened the door to enter; Jill followed him inside, closing the door behind them. The two climbed the small staircase into Sherry's part of the room, the door was already open and inside Excella stood in front of the blondes bed, showing her a rather suggestive book while said blonde woman was in the center of her bed, red faced and appeared quite uncomfortable.

"Um, ma'am, Jake is here." Jill spoke, hoping to stop the awkward moment. Excella blinked but instead of get embarrassed, she merely smirked.

Sherry felt her heart sing upon seeing her lover had returned; Jake of course felt the same, he immediately scooped her into his arms and wrapped her in a loving embrace. He conveniently decided to ignore what Excella was doing to his girl, he was more pleased to see her safe.

"Jake I'm so happy you're okay!" Sherry wept quietly, her words muffled by his heavy clothing. "And you're wet from snow!" she pointed out with a cute giggle.

"I promised you I would be fine, Supergirl. I'm glad you're safe too." he buried his face into her hair, inhaling her flowery aroma. "Sorry for gettin' ya all wet, I kind of ran here."

Jill and Excella watched the lovers with small smiles. Jill turned to Excella, "What do we do now? Now that he's here to keep her safe, should we take our leave?" she asked.

Excella shook her head. "We'll wait for Albert, but come, we will give them some privacy for now." the women descended the stairs and exited the room.

"Where's Mar?" Jake asked, pulling away from her.

Sherry noticed his abnormal eyes and flinched. "H-He's with your father..." Jake frowned and she unintentionally backed away out of fear.

He balled his fists and resisted the urge to punch the nearest wall. He didn't want to frighten Sherry any more than she already was. He hadn't touched her skin so he didn't know what she was thinking but he felt her shiver when she was in his arms. "Dammit! Do you know when they're coming back?"

"...Ms. Excella said they should be back soon. They had to go pick up someone from the airport... She said the only reason why he took Mar with him was because you weren't here to look after him." Sherry replied slowly; she felt nervous and confused.

Why do Jake's eyes look that way? He usually does it when he's angry... who's he angry with? Sherry wondered with turmoil. She decided to push the topic further… "Jake, what is going on? Your mother's suddenly a nervous wreck and Ms. Excella shows up and starts talking about the most ridiculous stuff I've ever heard. She even told me that Simmons is after me… is it true?"

Jake was alarmed, thinking Excella must've told her about it he turned to face her with an uneasy expression, "I'm sorry baby girl... it's a long story." was his troubled response. He briefly recalled his old mentor informing him that Sherry's father was an old partner of his dad's and that still unsettled him.

"I'm trying to stay brave but I feel lost again." Sherry said suddenly, sitting down on her bed with a pillow in her lap; she hugged it tightly to her chest and let out a woeful hum. "I feel like I used to when you and I first tried working on our relationship months ago..."

Jake peered at her with a look of penitence, he sighed. "I'll explain everything when we get Mar. There's a shit load of crazy going on right now and I've got some words for my father and my mother when this is all over."

Sherry flinched under his gaze once again and this time he noticed. He shot her an odd look. "What's wrong?"

"Y-Your eyes..." she whispered meekly.

"Oh, sorry – I ran all the way here and whenever I use my powers this tends to happen." he said closing his eyes. "The feel of your skin should calm me... or a nice kiss." he smirked.

Sherry blushed and closed in on him shyly. He wrapped his arms around her and their lips met. Jake could feel his body cooling down to its normal temperature. When he used his powers, he was numb to cold or excess heat; his body just maintained a steady febricity. Now that he was returning to normal, the heavy weight of his many layers of clothes began to suffocate him.

He pulled away from her and started tearing at his clothes until he was in nothing but a long sleeved black shirt and his jeans. He debated removing his thermo pants beneath the jeans but decided against it for the moment. He met eyes with Sherry finally and felt relieved when her smile graced him.

"That's better..." Sherry said softly, although this wasn't exactly how she felt. Excella had taken the time to actually distract her from the dilemma around them by showing her a sex magazine... Where she got it was beyond the small blonde's comprehension but it certainly got her attention despite her embarrassment.

The magazine had photos of people engaging in numerous sexual conquests. Some were having sex on kitchen tables, there were others engaging in oral exploits in public spaces [something Sherry never thought she would have the nerve to do]. Sherry secretly enjoyed being shown all the different positions in the book. She wondered would Jake like to experiment with her...

It was simply too embarrassing to think about asking him. Oh come on Sherry, you're a grown woman – there's nothing wrong with wanting to indulge your sexual appetite with the man you love... you're 22 years old for Pete's sake!

Oh gosh, why am I thinking about sex during such a tough time? Am I insane? ...Maybe I'm just stressed out and want some relief...?

Excella had told her to ask Jake to please her; apparently it would calm her wrecked nerves. Sherry just didn't understand why Excella felt she needed to constantly cater to her sexual needs and encourage her to engage in various means of intimacy with Jake.

Jeez, this woman must really be compensating for the failed relationship she had with Mr. Wesker by living through me and my relationship with Jake...

Still I rather like the idea of Jake pining me to a table with those scary eyes staring me down as he – I should stop...

"Jake, what's going on? Is Simmons really after me?" she asked quietly.

If Excella told her he's after her then my hunch was right... Seems I got here just in time. "Everything is gonna be okay baby girl," Jake spoke softly, wrapping his arms around her again, kissing her forehead. "I'm sorry things got all fucked up but I promise I'll take good care of you."

"I know you will..." she said sweetly. "Promise me that no matter what happens you and I will be together. We're gonna face whatever comes our way together."

Jake smiled, kissing her lips chastely. "I promise. I love you Supergirl."

"I love you too, baby." she snuggled into his chest.

"Jake! Albert's arrived!" Excella's voice sounded out.

The lovers looked at one another before quickly starting for the door to meet Wesker. Jake had more than a few questions for his father and Sherry just wanted some clarity for once - she hoped her boyfriend's father could provide her some answers.

When they reached the downstairs front room, Marlowe raced up to Sherry and practically leapt into her arms. Jake eyed his father calmly but there were two persons in the room dusting the excess snow from their layered clothing and coats.

Jake noticed Sherry tense up as soon as they reached the bottom step, her eyes were wide and she looked completely shaken. He frowned and looked at the two strangers closely only to stiffen shortly after.

Shortly cut blonde hair, eyes the color of water, and ivory skin...

Sherry's legs felt weak. She couldn't believe they were actually there after all this time of being away from them. All the memories of her lonely childhood and the hurt returned to her conscious against her will. The scars she long thought she healed, turns out they were still fresh on her fragile heart.

Her parents had come back into her life. William and Annette Birkin had found her all the way in Finland.

Helena was fast asleep pretty early in the night. Piers on the other hand joined Steve and Claire on the couch. The three of them were unable to rest, tension was high and questions stirred about that none were really willing to answer.

Steve was perplexed in every sense of the word. He wondered if he should consider himself a dead man walking or just one lucky son of a gun. He hadn't done anything insanely criminal but he could very well find himself under some serious pressure from the law eventually. That said he was hopeful he, Claire and his bodyguards [especially Sheva because of her pregnancy] were spared from penalties. The die had been cast thanks to Simmons and now everyone had something to worry over.

Piers had tried to call Chris numerous times only to reach his voicemail and this confounded him into a mist of unpleasant propositions. He worried did this mean Chris had already begun his witch hunt and if so, did that mean Helena was at risk of hounding from the BSAA? He knew he needed to protect her and help her with Deborah but in situations like this he was at a loss for words.

The three stared at the TV but they obviously weren't watching it. Claire clicked it off with the remote, waking the men up from their daydreams and thoughts. "So... what's everyone thinking about?" she asked with a forced smile.

Steve scoffed, "Nothing." was his short reply.

"Hell is about to break loose," Piers started, he wasn't about to pretend everything was fine. "Steve, I need to know what we're all up against here. Just be honest with me – what have you heard?"

His cousin groaned and threw his head back onto the couch, his crystalline eyes closed slowly. "I've heard a lot of nothing and a little of a lot."

"Wow, vague are you?" Claire drawled irritably rolling her eyes. "Steve, stop being an ass and just tell your cousin what's happened."

Steve sighed but consented to his girlfriend's plea. "I've heard that Simmons... is the reason why all these women are turning up dead."

Piers didn't react; this was something he figured out once Deborah 'died' in the hospital because of Simmons' demands. "What else did you hear?"

"The reason why he's been doing it goes back to that non-human thing I told you about. Apparently he's been testing innocent women with some sort of 'virus' that's supposed to make them heal themselves but I'm guessing it doesn't work with how beaten up the girls turn up like." said Steve.

"That's sick..." Piers said with disgust

Claire bit her lip at the mention of 'self-healing'. She didn't want to discuss what she'd learned about Sherry with anyone but they all knew what the blonde woman was able to do. Claire wondered did Simmons' experiments have something to do with Sherry and if that was the case... what could she do to protect Sherry from the crazed madman?

"He's one sick son of a bitch, that's for sure..." Claire added with a sigh. "Poor Deborah must have gone through it too."

"Um Claire, do you know if Deborah's pregnant?" Piers asked suddenly, he wondered how the baby would survive a vicious beating like she'd endured.

Claire was caught off guard by the abrupt question, she shrugged clueless. "Not that I know of but then again she's only been here a few days. She doesn't look pregnant."

So... what the hell's going on? Is she pregnant or not? Or maybe she lost the baby during the incident... Piers quietly went over different scenarios in his head until he shook them off. "Sorry to startle you... it was just something I'd discussed with agent Wong..."

"Well, they're taking this case as it goes, they can only inform us as much as they know and even then they can't share too many details for the sake of the case itself. Listen, it's late and I think we all could use some sleep. We'll get up tomorrow and pray Deborah wakes up but if she doesn't, we're going to have to keep pushing and just pray for the best."

Piers nodded, rising to his feet to stretch out his arms, he let out a soft yawn. "You're right Claire, thanks for everything. I'm gonna call it night."

The red-haired beauty smiled sweetly, "No problem, rest up and we'll talk more in the morning."

When he left to join his girlfriend in bed, Claire directed her attention to Steve's motionless form. His gaze was straight ahead at nothing in particular and his body was stiff, uncomfortable. She could tell he was deeply troubled. "Steve, come on let's go to bed." she urged him gently.

"If my dad's done something wrong, I'm screwed." he said with difficulty. "My association with him will ruin me and all the good I've ever done for foreign trade, drug busts - it's all nothing. I can't believe I never saw anything suspicious."

"Steve, you don't even know if your dad was truly involved. Guilt by association is exactly what you're pulling right now towards your dad and that's what you're worried about for yourself." she sat next to him, leaning her head on his chest and wrapping her arms around his middle. "Come on mister, that's no way to be to your dad. Give this all a chance to play out and whatever happens, happens. In the meantime, let's all hold out together and see how things go."

Steve pulled her closer to him and kissed her hair. "Yeah, I know beautiful... but you know what would really help me right now?"

"What?"

"A nice kiss." he grinned slyly, a glint in his crystalline eyes.

Claire rolled her eyes but responded with a smile of her own. She kissed his cheek and then his lips - hopping up from the couch a second later. "I'm tired." she snickered, practically skipping to her bedroom. Steve followed behind her shortly afterwards.

Piers let out a huff once he settled down in bed beside Helena. His gaze traveled to the ceiling as his thoughts wandered endlessly. Although he was tired, he felt restless and couldn't shut his eyes. He glanced at Helena's sleeping form to see she was awake, her brown eyes studying him in the dark.

"You okay?" she asked quietly, the bed sheets and covers were pulled all the way up to her neck.

Piers smiled haggardly to her, "Yeah, sorry I didn't mean to disturb you."

"Don't lie to me," she frowned slightly. "There's something on your mind and you're not sharing. We're supposed to share with each other so start talking pansy boy."

He sighed, I forgot she was so bossy... "Steve said that Simmons could be responsible for the murders in the city. He also said it's because of some sort of biological examination. This story just gets more ominous by the minute. I think we should call Jake tomorrow, something's bothering me and I think he should be able to answer my questions."

Helena offered sympathetic countenance, her hand came to rest on his muscular chest and she scooted closer to him. "We need to stay calm. I mean, if you wanna call Jake that's fine but as for everything else, the only way we're going to be able to confirm that is if Deborah tells us... but she needs to wake up in order for that to happen."

"Hey," Piers pulled her against him; a soft kiss was placed on her lips. "She will wake up Honey, let's just be patient... and you're right. We need to stay calm and wait for your sister before we panic."

A small smile came to her face and she climbed on top of the ex-BSAA member. She kissed him everywhere and gently nibbled on his ear. "I love you pansy boy."

"I love you too sweetheart." he breathed, squirming a bit to ease his coming erection. What was it about her that just turned him on?

"You think Claire would mind if we got busy in here?" Helena asked playfully, her hand snaking down beneath the covers to fondle him outside the thin material of his boxers.

Piers groaned softly, the kinky aspect of her proposal aroused him even more. Helena knew just how to get his mind off his personal dilemmas. He fondled her ample bosom and let out his signature giddy giggle. His girlfriend simply rolled her eyes and kissed him. "I don't know about Claire but I sure don't mind." he said finally, a big smile on his face.

"You are such a nerd." she deadpanned and kissed him again.

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Piers slid her panties down under the covers and cupped her sex, stroking her sensitive clit as delicately as possible. She growled in his mouth and slipped her hand into his boxers, stroking his tense, thick shaft. His skin was soft and tanned like her own and she liked the cute blush he would give whenever he liked her caress – he would bite his lip, fighting back a moan until he simply weakened.

He pulled off her bra and cupped her breasts, kneading them while drowning her moans with his mouth. "Shh, Honey - you don't want us to get caught do you?" he cooed with a grin.

She growled and yanked his boxers down, pulling his stiff length from its confinement. "I'm horny." she said with a shrug. She kissed him once more and began slipping his stem inside her. She gasped from the immense pleasure as she slowly took all of him.

Piers placed his hands on her hips to steady her as she started grinding on top of him. He whistled with satisfaction, enjoying the beautiful woman straddling him, her generous mounds danced with her motions. She looked amazing – hell, she felt amazing.

He placed his hand over her mouth to prevent her from crying out too loud and in the same instant he laid her flat on her back, climbed on top of her and began thrusting into her. He grits his teeth in pleasure while she scratched his back and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Deeper..." she growled although most of what she demanded was muffled by his hand.

He obeyed her and drove deeper inside her while resting his forehead against hers. Their moans and other sounds were quiet but frequent as the pleasure built up; the idea of possibly being caught by Claire or Steve gave them an intense adrenaline rush, the two redheads could walk in at any minute and would surely tease them.

Piers suddenly felt dirty for doing this but it didn't bring him to decease – it made him more daring and he was willing to take a risk. He moved his hand and placed a hard, passionate kiss on his girl's lips. "Turn around." he ordered firmly in his deep, raspy voice.

Helena did as he asked, a few whimpers escaped her when he groped her buttocks none too gently. He pulled her luscious backside to him and entered her from behind; her surprised gasp was soon followed by a string of growls and purrs. His thrusts were powerful, her breasts felt heavier as he pounded into her moist center and the lovely brunette was forced to bury her face into a pillow to prevent being too loud.

Piers wasn't pleased by this, he wanted to hear her, to see her reddened face whenever she brushed her locks of hair away, her cursing him and then murmuring how good it all felt. He didn't get that with her face hidden. He cupped her breasts with his hands and pulled her flush against him, she turned her head to kiss him while he continued thrusting.

Much better... He thought when she whimpered into his mouth. He slowed up to pound deeper into her, she definitely liked it judging from her reaction – she threw her head back and cried out breathlessly, allowing him to nip and kiss at the peachy skin of her neck.

Helena felt like her world was spinning. She couldn't believe that Piers was actually taking her from behind without her asking to try it. It felt wonderful – his powerful core allowed him to hammer flawlessly into her, her ass cheeks were starting to feel sore from it all. She loved it; for the first time she was actually comfortable with letting him lead, though it wasn't going to be an everyday thing.

Helena Harper was not one to play submissive too often, it was a rare occasion.

She started to feel weak, her orgasm was nearing and she made him wrap his arms around her protectively. "I'm so close..." she breathed, her tone was a higher pitch than normal.

"Me too." he replied huskily.

It didn't take long before they came together. Piers muffled her scream with his hand again and he bit her shoulder to silence himself. They took a long moment to calm and steady their breathing before they pulled apart. Helena gasped and sighed almost lovingly, she felt relieved and satisfied. Piers took a bit longer to compose himself; he'd came inside her and while it wasn't the first time, this time he felt like he'd erupted like a volcano... it was strange and so unlike him to be reckless as he was.

Maybe that's why I came so hard. He thought, he looked bashfully to Helena and she smirked.

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"Aww Piers... come here." she purred, taking his hand and laying him on top of her. "You're such a good puppy." she was teasing him but he didn't mind.

"I take it you enjoyed yourself?" he muttered, burying his face between her breasts.

"Thoroughly babe," she kissed his hair. "My legs feel like shit but I'm very pleased by your performance." she chuckled.

"Sorry Honey, I couldn't stop myself." was his muffled response.

She laughed. "Don't be sorry you dope! I... really liked that side of you. I like seeing you look wild and not so stiff ya know?"

Piers sighed contently, wrapping his arms around her. Helena ran her hands through his hair with a warm smile. A few moments later she discovered he'd fallen asleep on her. Her smile widened and she pulled the covers over them, briefly she wondered why Claire and Steve didn't hear anything while they were having sex. The bed squeaked and the headboard pounded loudly on the wall – there was no way they couldn't have been heard.

She got her answer when she heard a loud groan from another room and she had no doubt it was Steve. Well, looks like they were pretty busy themselves...

She stared down at Piers; he looked so peaceful when he slept. He was a naturally airy man with a kindness to him that she just adored. He was a heavy thinker though and for that reason she worried he would stress out too much if he was left on his own for too long. He was too considerate, always looking out for others and it weighed on him a lot from what she could see.

It was his charitable nature that made her want to care for him. He was quite the goodie-two-shoes and she loved that about him; he did whatever he could for others, but he needed someone to back him when he was at his most vulnerable and she was prepared to play that role.

The least she felt she could do was help him get some shut-eye.

"It's about time you slept." she yawned. "I knew all you needed was a good fuck to relax." she smirked to herself. I'm such a great girlfriend, when he needs a sedative; I'm always here to provide it.

Wesker requested that everyone join him in his study, they all followed the mysterious man to his office space, it was considerably larger in size than the one in London; a sturdy wooden desk in the center of the room with a leather office chair behind it, a window directly after it. Bookshelves lined the walls; a bear skin rug was before the desk and a red loveseat on either side of the desk.

Sherry and Jake piled inside the office side by side, deciding to stand on the right side of Wesker's desk. They were joined by Sherry's parents, Excella, Jill and two newer faces [one new face in Sherry's case]. One of the 'new' faces was Chris Redfield, BSAA captain and Claire's older brother. He was a tall man with burly muscles and a decent amount of facial hair. The other guest was also pretty tall and built similar to Chris but he was a lot hairier and looked a tad bit older.

The office seemed a lot smaller with so many people inside, the air was thick with tension and Sherry could feel her nerves kicking in more than ever, Jake rubbed her back to comfort her.

Wesker stood behind his desk and motioned for Excella to shut the door. Marlowe sent Sherry and Jake a wave before being taken away by Stephanie. Once the door closed, silence enveloped them all. Jake quietly observed Sherry's parents; they were delicate to look at, just like she was. If it weren't for the thin ghost of a mustache her father had, he would've thought they were both women.

"Before we discuss anything, let me first introduce everyone to one another." said Wesker, his hands joined behind his back. He was calm as always, it was as if the dismal aura in the room didn't affect him at all. He gestured to the two gentlemen in the room. "These gentlemen are Captain's Parker Luciani and Chris Redfield. Chris is a former apprentice of mine who now works perpetually within the BSAA with Luciani and many others."

The two nodded to everyone in the room. Chris sent Sherry a small smile in acknowledgment, to which she returned. "These women are Excella Gionne; my personal assistant and Jill Valentine, another former apprentice of mine who's also gone on to serve in the BSAA." Wesker finished.

Jill smiled a bit. "I'm no longer serving... Albert. I work for Excella now." she said.

"Thank you for clarification," he said and turned his attention to Sherry and Jake. "This is my son Jake and his consort -"

"Girlfriend." Jake corrected irritably, rolling his eyes at his father's old-fashioned terminology.

"Consort," Wesker asserted. "No need for twisting words. She is my son Jake's consort, Sherry Birkin."

"Who uses the word consort anymore?" Jill asked Excella quietly. The other woman discreetly pointed to Wesker with a slight grin.

Sherry didn't raise her head. She could feel her parents staring at her. "Nice... to meet everyone." she muttered slowly. Jake sent her a worried look but said nothing; he knew she was upset about her parents...

"Everyone, this is Annette and William Birkin... they are Sherry Birkin's parents."

Another silence enveloped the room. Jill looked back and forth between the delicate blonde woman and her parents; she could see the resemblance but Sherry didn't look overjoyed to see them in the least bit. She glanced at Chris; he appeared to be curious as well.

William spoke up first, his eyes were tired and Jake noticed he didn't look at all like the monster Sherry described him as... "Hello everyone, my wife and I –"

"Why are you here?" Sherry cut him off, her voice was low and shaky but laced with venom. Jake had never heard her speak like that before, it was so unlike her.

Her father sighed softly, "I can see this is a very unpleasant visit for you. I can't say I don't disagree with your feelings... I understand your discomfort wholeheartedly, but..." Jake caught sight of pain in the man's icy eyes; he looked as if he were on the verge of a mental breakdown... "First let me say how happy I am that you're alive and well, Sherry. It's a relief you're safe."

"Look at her William," her mother, Annette began with a dreamy gasp. "She's so beautiful that she glows..."

Sherry felt like her heart was breaking, her legs were weak and she felt frequent pangs in her stomach. Jake observed her weakness and wrapped an arm around her. "Sherry, why don't you sit down?" he suggested.

"No... But thank you, Jake." she contested, gently wiggling from him to settle for holding his hand behind the loveseat where no one except Jill and Excella could see. I need to be strong. I need you to let me be strong. She told him knowing he could hear her.

He nodded after a moment and met her parents gaze just as she did. "I'll ask again, why are you here? How did you find me?"

When they didn't say anything, Jake decided to speak up for them. "Because of my dad. They know each other, Sherry - they've known each other for a long time." She looked helplessly at him and Jake sent his dad a sharp look. "In fact, they're pretty close buddies - isn't that right dad?"

Wesker nodded once, the air around him was nonchalant, it was a wonder did he ever feel emotions. William spoke up again, "Sherry, Albert and I have been friends for years. We've worked alongside each other since before you or Jake was even born."

Sherry shot Wesker a look of almost betrayal, but that summed up her feelings. She felt she'd been deceived by him. He'd known her parents all these years - could that have been why she was hired in the first place? She felt woozy and looked at Jake for a moment, and then she lowered her head as if to hide her despair before it overtook her.

"Miss Birkin," Wesker cut in solemnly. "I understand you have unresolved issues with your parents but they are here for a more important purpose. Do you really want to dwell on personal enmities or shall we discuss more dire matters?"

Jake frowned and tried to speak for her sake but she gave his hand a tight squeeze, shaking her head. It's okay Jake... I'm okay... He knew she wasn't because her mind was racing but he would respect her feelings for now.

"Okay, answer Sherry's question then, why are you here?" Jake said while gritting his teeth from agitation.

"Albert contacted us and informed us of the looming threat towards our daughter and we came here to help." William answered calmly from his seat on the left loveseat.

"What threat? Is it Simmons?" Sherry asked, keeping her head lowered. She seemed more alleviated and Jake assumed it was because she composing herself for the time's sake. She was such a docile woman... he loved her for her ability to keep a leveled head in any situation.

"That is correct, Miss Birkin. You see, Simmons is a malicious man with a thirst for power and domination. You're parents are well aware of this and have come here because they wish to protect you from him." said Wesker.

This struck a nerve for Jake, he thought it was disgusting to treat your child as less than human and suddenly decide to help out in the drop of a dime. He would protect Sherry, he didn't want her parents there to upset her and lurk around pretending to be doing the right thing for once. It was too sudden and suspicious for his tastes. "Oh that's cute, so what's the plan Birkin's? You wanna lock her away again?"

"Jake!" Sherry scolded, finally raising her head to look helpless at him. She was mentally begging him to stop, to stand down.

His words seemed to cut deep, both of her parents flinched in response to his words. They looked mortified; Jake was still struggling with all of this when it came to them. They were so delicate to behold, like rabbits afraid of him - the big bad wolf. So much like the beautiful woman he'd fallen in love with...

"Jake, please..." Sherry pleaded – her watery eyes big and sad. She directed her attention to her father; they both wore such pained expressions it was hard to watch... "Father, why is Simmons after me? Did I do something wrong?"

"You did nothing wrong, Sherry." said Annette. "We are the ones that did wrong... by you."

Oh fuck this, I'll be damned if I stand here and let them shatter her composure. They know damn well they're hurting her! "Cut the bullshit and stop talking in riddles dammit - get to the point!" Jake demanded and the hand not connected to Sherry's was balled tight and trembling. If they didn't start talking there was going to be hell to pay.

"Jake –"

Jake cut her off. "No, Sherry! This has gone on too long. It's time they tell us what the fuck is going on."

Sherry knew he was right. She glanced around the room, the BSAA members all appeared intrigued by the scene unfolding yet displayed an obvious discomfort. Excella was calm as always, her hand on her hip, her eyes focused solely on Wesker.

Even at a time like this, she remained hopelessly devoted to him.

"Very well, my son - Excella, why don't you –" Jake interrupted his father by holding up his hand to silence him.

"No, no, no I don't want her speaking for you. You need to start talking for once." he said.

Wesker frowned a bit behind his glasses but maintained his composure. "Fine, what would you like to know, Jake?"

He turned to Sherry and smiled a bit. "Sherry, go on... I can wait. Talk to your parents." he told her gently.

Sherry silently thanked him, taking a deep breath before speaking up. "There are a lot of questions I have for you two... and it isn't easy to talk to you, especially after everything that has happened. But this isn't the right time for me to go on an emotional rollercoaster with you – there's something seriously wrong here and I need to know what's going on. Why is Simmons suddenly after me?"

William hesitated for moment and Sherry appreciated that Jake didn't speak before he could pick up the nerve to do so. "Simmons is after you because of your blood, Sherry." he said finally.

"My blood?" Sherry echoed. "What is so special about my blood?"

"William, allow me to answer that question for the benefit of everyone in this room as the subject is extensive beyond simply Miss Birkin's involvement." Wesker intercepted, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder.

"Of course..." William conceded with a short nod. It was quite the sight for Sherry and Jake, they felt a strange sense of deja vu from their fathers. Wesker was confident, strong but indifferent while William was hesitant, delicate but expressive.

"I'm sure that everyone here is aware of who Oswell E. Spencer is, yes?" Wesker began. "For those of you who aren't, he was a phenomenal scientist who made endeavors into preventing natural human weakness by means of selective breeding. He attracted a lot of people to his cause with his idealism and hope for the future. William, Annette and I are among many enthralled by the man's goal enough to assist him."

"Spencer started his pursuit of this science by gathering families from around the world to partake in different sorts of analysis. It was with this that he discovered there were families carrying genes that surpassed others. Eventually he narrowed the families down to three in particular that were carrying different but specific attributes. These three families carry super human genes contributing to three human aspects: mind, body and spirit, therefore benefitting each family with a quality that makes them uniquely vital for his project."

"The first family was the Ashford's..."

"That's Alexia's family." Jake noted.

"Correct; the Ashford family is the oldest of the three families chosen by Spencer and that's why their legacy is so great in comparison. This is the only family that possesses an extravagant ambiguity that allows their special gene to exist in either gender born into the family. They carry what is known as "T-Veronica", a virus that affects the brain and offspring are frequently able to display unimaginable genius from a very young age. This family is also vulnerable to 'doubles' as one may call it. They will have a twin born alongside them or they will possess two personalities – most of us refer to them as Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. One twin will be a genius; the other will be a lunatic." Wesker explained.

"Alexia did have a twin but she said he died from some disease." Jake mentioned, definitely perplexed.

"Actually, he went insane. You see, Alexia in this case was Dr. Jekyll; her lunatic brother was Mr. Hyde. The double's effect was tenfold for the two but she was lucky and became a prodigy while her brother wound up hysterical." William said for clarity.

"In the event of a dual personality, the Jekyll and Hyde effect still comes into play but it is more balanced when they share a host unlike the actual tale. In this case, sharing a host exhibits much merit – their impressive intelligence and genius makes them very intuitive. This virus does come with its own disadvantages. The Ashford's do not understand their bodies very well. Their sense of touch is fairly poor; they could carry a disease for years and remain oblivious until it wipes them out." Wesker continued.

"So that's why she didn't feel it when Simmons used her?" Jake asked.

"Yes, because of the disconnection between their mind and body, they will often feel numbness to sensations. That's how Simmons was able to inject her with Albert's semen without her knowledge." said William.

Wait, what's all this about Alexia? What does she have to do with this? Sherry wondered quietly. She started piecing together everything; she recalled what Excella told her about Marlowe's mother being inseminated without permission with Wesker's DNA. Is she...?

"Alexia is Mar's real mom." Jake informed her.

"So that's why he's such a genius..." the small blonde woman authenticated quietly.

"Marlowe is the product of two gene pools, his genius quality is but part of his being." said Wesker. "To elaborate more extensively, I'll have to delve more into the second family Spencer used involved in his experimentation. The second family is our own, Jake; the Wesker's."

Jake furrowed his brow but remained silent, Wesker went on with his annotation - his gaze traveling to Chris and the other BSAA members. "The Wesker's are carriers of the Progenitor virus, a virus that makes us physically more powerful than the average human. We have incredible speed, enhanced sense of smell, hearing, taste and especially our touch. The progenitor virus has made us the embodiment of human strength. However, we are not without our own defects."

Everyone watched with surprise as he removed his sunglasses, exposing his ophidian eyes for them all to witness. He took a moment to console himself before speaking once more. "...The same virus that gives us strength has weakened and drastically affected our vision, causing near blindness for us at an early age."

Sherry gasped, sending Jake a look of concern. He looked away from her in mild shame; he'd only told her their vision was lacking, he never shared that he could be blind with the coming years. She felt devastated picturing him hiding his eyes from the world and relying on other senses to compensate. That was a hard way to live she imagined.

"So, you're blind?" the man named Parker asked with difficulty, he had a heavy Italian accent.

"Not quite..." Wesker said with heavy austerity, he placed his shades onto the desk and took in some air. "... It is because of Spencer that I am still able to see where my ancestors were blind once they reached the tender age of 35. Thanks to Oswell E. Spencer, my son and I will only have slightly impaired vision."

"Meaning?" Sherry asked almost eagerly.

"Jake's eyes will be fine until he's 35, by then his sight may be greatly debilitated in the dark but he shall be fine during other circumstances."

Jake was shocked; he thought he was doomed but because of that man Spencer, he would maintain his vision with only a minor setback. "So, you took me to that Spencer guy and... he saved my sight?" he asked incredulously.

"Precisely, now do you understand why I am so loyal to him, even in his death?" Wesker inquired to his son.

"Yeah, sure I guess." Jake said and a small smirk graced his features when he saw Sherry's eyes light up with hope and appeasement. I'm gonna be okay, Sherry... thanks to my father. All these years he thought his father was a monster, but it turns out he was just trying to save him from the cursed side effects of the virus they carried.

"Are there any more side effects, Albert?" Jill asked.

"Well," he slipped his glasses on once again. "There is the problem pertaining to our learning skills. We are fast learners but our thought process leaves a lot to be desired."

"What do you mean?" Sherry wondered.

"We're impulsive – we do things without thinking of consequences." Jake explained with a twinge of amusement. "Even I knew that, Supergirl. I mean really, me and my dad both screw up because we're clueless sometimes."

"Touché." Wesker mused with a slight smirk.

"So that means that Mar is the combination of both the Ashford's T-Veronica virus and the Wesker's Progenitor..." Sherry recounted, her index finger tapping her chin as she stared at the ceiling processing all the information. "So that explains why he's so intelligent yet strong and even has the Jekyll and Hyde thing going on..."

"Kind of creepy on him ain't it?" Jake noted. Sherry nodded in agreement, she loved the little guy but he was quite strange when he went from cute and cuddly to pensive and articulate. She realized his Mr. Hyde side only shown itself when situations were tense and he was on a defensive. It was rather interesting; his Jekyll persona was cheerful, silly and intuitive, while Hyde was stern, resourceful and protective.

Like his father said, they balanced and did a pretty good job of it.

"Marlowe is the child that Spencer longed to create throughout his life. He is a super-human child, the product of selective breeding." William explained.

"The only problem is that Simmons created Marlowe without either party's consent." said Wesker with a quiet fury.

"Why didn't you and Alexia agree to it?" Jake asked.

"I... was already with Stephanie so I refused."

"So... you put mom before your job, your research... and the guy you respected above all else?"

"Of course," Wesker stated with a nod. "Unlike Simmons, Spencer would not try and force us to do anything we didn't want. He wouldn't resort to such dishonorable tricks either. Once I declined, he accepted my decision."

Wow, so he really didn't ever cheat on mom. If he could turn down a man he owed everything to, he surely wouldn't try with anyone else. Jake realized and felt relief within him... Maybe he could really trust his father... "Alright, so who is the last family?"

"The final family is ours, Sherry - the Birkin bloodline." William said with trouble, he glanced to Wesker and his friend gestured for him to continue. "While the Wesker's virus passes down to the males, ours only shows up inside the women. The Birkin's are in possession of the G-virus, this virus makes our women take on the embodiment of a walking remedy."

"Sherry, as a child born from the Birkin bloodline, you've inherited a special trait that only the women from your father's side of the family can utilize. You are able to regenerate, meaning your body will restore itself if you are harmed and you are immune to all diseases – mental and physical. Your abilities expand even beyond just yourself. You see, your skin glows and gives off warmth that provides comfort and heals others by simply being in their presence. You are also able to prolong your life span. These many qualities are what makes your blood so special." her mother informed quietly.

"Wow, seems like Sherry's abilities surpass the rest of the families." Jake mused.

"Not quite," said William with a shake of his head. "They are mentally more stable than others yet possess average to normal human intelligence. Physically, our women do not age at a normal rate, they age slower and that's why you've always looked younger than others Sherry. While you're 22 years old, you look closer to the age of a teenager."

Most would be flattered by this but Sherry felt quite uncomfortable. She would always be physically different from the others and because of her blood, she ran the risk of exposing her abilities to everyone she interacted with by merely being in their presence...

Will I ever be happy...?

"You're gonna be fine, Sherry. I swear you'll be fine." Jake told her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

"Wow, you're pretty good at reading her." Parker noticed with a smile. "Another perk from that blood of yours?"

"Actually, it's not. It's weird but, I can read her mind just by touching her." Jake stated casually. "Mind explaining that father guy?"

Wesker decided to speak for him. "The Birkin women flatter the other two families because they cater to our needs. The Ashford's are not in tune with their bodies, thus the Birkin's are able to keep them free of disease they are unable to detect. As for us, they attract us with their smell, their glow and their touch. Since we are naturally tactile persons, coming in contact with them makes us more aware of our thought processes."

"So, because we don't think much naturally, they make us more conscious instead of being these loose cannon tyrants and that's why I can hear her thoughts." Jake confirmed.

"Yes," said Wesker. "Should either family connect with a female Birkin, the outcome is different. In our case our lack of reasoning makes us sensitive to their touch and read their mind. In the same instant, they provide us a deeper understanding our own psyche. In the Ashford's case, since they are very conscious, the Birkin's offer them emotional support, resulting in the Ashford's being less detached and more expressive of their feelings."

"So if we were to put this simply, if there was an army or something: the Ashford's would be the strategists, the Wesker's would be the soldiers and the Birkin's would the nurses?" Chris confirmed.

"Precisely, though Spencer terms us a bit differently. The Ashford's are the mind and cognition, the Wesker's are the body and strength, and the Birkin's are the spirit and essence."

"Therefore the Birkin's embody the balance of the human mind and body to nourish the spirit." William added.

"Wouldn't she have to be super strong too?" asked Jake.

"No, none of the three families are born super humans, we each simply carry a powerful ability that must be mixed, mingled or tested, the outcome breeds advanced humans. The three families in union prosper to create a perfect being. Marlowe for example is one form of a super-human; another form would be an Ashford and Birkin or Birkin and Wesker." Wesker summarized.

In other words, if Sherry and I have a kid, they'll be a super human – but she and I are just advanced humans naturally. Jake thought quietly.

"Jake," Sherry started. "Aren't you also immune to disease? I'm just curious because it's been said that I am but not you, but you told me you were..."

"He is immune to disease but that's because of the Wesker's being in tune with their bodies but they are prone to madness because they're not too well in tune with their own minds. The Ashford's are ignorant to disease but as long as they have a dual personality, they are unable to experience mental illness... though one might think the doubles effect is a mental illness within itself… The only time it does occur is when twins are born and Mr. Hyde's personality overtakes one child and drives them to madness." Annette explained.

"You speak of the other families and their setbacks but what about the Birkin's?" Chris inquired. "Does their ability have any side effects? Like the Wesker's have blindness looming over them and their thoughts are often ignored and the Ashford's are physically ignorant and got multiple personalities?"

William sighed, this was one hell of a discussion... "My daughter, Sherry cannot heal multiple persons at a time, if she does then exhaustion will set in and she will faint or fall asleep. Also, there's no guarantee that her abilities will work every time. My grandmother was the last female with the G-virus before Sherry came along and her abilities were at their peak most of the time, other times they lay dormant."

So that's why I've always passed out whenever I healed someone... and why there were times when I didn't heal anyone at all. Sherry recalled how she was unable to heal Sheva until she touched her. Could that have been one of her dormant times? "How many people am I able to heal at once?" she asked.

"It depends, especially on the persons being healed. I imagine healing Jake will immediately render you unconscious because he has a powerful physical presence." said William.

"Why is that?" Jake wondered.

"The Birkin bloodline does not hold well against the Wesker's, although it's fine with the Ashford's." William said hesitantly. "While the G-virus compliments and helps both other viruses to manage their flaws, the G-virus will not be able to heal the host very easily if they heal a Progenitor virus carrier and especially not if they're injured by them in any way."

Jake felt a pang in his stomach. "You mean... if I hurt Sherry she can't recover?"

"That is correct; the progenitor virus will stall her healing process for long periods of time." Wesker confirmed.

The former mercenary felt perturbed by this.

"Healing normal individuals mentally should cause no problem at all, physically... There are only certain things you can heal, Sherry. You can do anything for your own body, but for other's you are limited unfortunately. For example, you can cure them of an illness, internal injuries such as kidney failure or internal bleeding, exhaustion, and maybe even bruises... and so on, but you cannot restore amputated limbs on others or bring them back from the dead." said William.

"What about a pregnant woman?" Sherry asked, thinking of Sheva.

"That counts as two people and an unborn child brings immense strain on you. You see, my grandmother had your abilities and when she was pregnant with my father, he was reportedly the most healthy baby boy they'd ever seen. It turns out that while she was pregnant with him, most of her healing properties were focusing on him. Her healing abilities were lessened because of him and she was more vulnerable to injury as a result but of course once he was born, she was able to regenerate herself again and continued to until her death."

"How did she die if she prolonged her life?" Chris asked roughly.

"...There was an unfortunate testing that occurred with Spencer and me. My grandmother volunteered to undergo testing and somehow she was exposed to the Wesker blood... she died as a result." William said and his head lowered in shame; no doubt everyone could see that he held guilt for it.

"So that's how you know Sherry can't handle our blood..." said Jake. William nodded once without raising his head.

"You have no reason to worry William; Jake is taking excellent care after your daughter and hasn't hurt her." Wesker told his friend with confidence.

"Nor will I ever hurt her." Jake assured.

"I have no right to request anything of you Jake Wesker, but I cannot resist the need to beg you to keep her under watch. If Simmons gets a hold of Sherry, he could experiment on her. It's a guaranteed result that she dies from your blood experimentation but with her being so young he may go the same route that he did with Alexia. Sherry's blood will keep any child she may carry in excellent health, and Simmons may try using her for that very reason..." William pleaded humbly, sending him a look of sheer despair.

"Are you saying he might use me as a breeding tool?" Sherry felt like she would be sick.

"Should he get a hold of you, he could use any of the samples of advanced human semen to impregnate you because of your blood. That and a product of Birkin and Wesker blood has yet to be done and he may try it so that he can see the result. There's been no qualms within our research that the Birkin-Wesker union will produce an incredible super being and it surely wouldn't be against his reasoning to try a Birkin-Ashford experimentation..." said Annette, she sounded bitter.

"...In other words, a Birkin woman would make a fine carrier for a super baby, huh?" Jake said, obviously appalled by the idea of Sherry being used to pop out babe's for the government and a psycho like Simmons.

"So now you see why she must be kept away from him." Annette said firmly.

"You all are willing to testify to this should we have him arrested, correct?" Chris asked for clarification.

"I'll do anything to keep him away from my daughter." William resolved, grasping his wife's hand in his for support, she agreed with him.

Sherry was a mess mentally; she was ready to pull out her hair and run away screaming because she was literally losing her composure. Finally, hearing her parents declaring how they would give their all for her safety, she lost it.

"I'm confused... why would you try and protect me all of a sudden? I thought you always hated me! Especially after you locked me away -" she stopped, pulled her hand out of Jake's grasp to run it through her hair.

She was trembling from anxiety and knew she was bound to explode. She needed to leave immediately and decided to do just that to prevent causing the conversation to digress.

Before Jake could say anything or go after her, William rose to his feet and spoke just as she opened the door. "No, no please... Ask us anything you want Sherry." he said with much affliction. "We owe you answers and we'll be absolutely honest with you, please... if everyone could give us the room so we may talk...?"

"Of course." Chris said, exiting out past Sherry and signaling for Jill and Parker to join him. Wesker gestured for Excella to follow the BSAA members and she did so. Just as Jake and Wesker walked towards the door, Sherry shut it in front of them, halting their advance.

"Please stay..." she said while facing the floor. Jake and his father glanced at one another before conceded to her request. Wesker walked behind his desk to have a seat in his chair and then beckoned Jake to do the same on the loveseat opposite William and Annette.

Jake wrapped an arm around Sherry and pulled her against him to walk over and have a seat. Sherry kept her head lowered for a long moment, she couldn't collect herself anymore. It was impossible now, she was simply unstable...

Still, she would speak, but she would not look at them. "W-Why did you lock me away in the house? Why did you keep me separated from other kids?" she asked quietly but everyone could hear.

"Sherry, we did a poor job with you and we take full responsibility for it all... but it was to protect you from Simmons." Annette explained softly. "Trust me when I say the moment you were born was the most delightful moment for us." a smile graced her features and Jake furrowed his brow with interest.

"For the first two years we kept you as happy as we could... We played with you and spent time with you. Everything was perfect... until Spencer informed us of what Simmons had done to Jake. He warned us to keep you a secret from Simmons because he didn't trust him." William said.

"In fact, Simmons tried to get a hold of leftover blood samples from William's grandmother but they had gone missing at the time, no doubt Spencer had them hidden but immediately after he passed, Simmons threatened us and said that if we had any daughters, he planned to use them in his despicable quest for immortality. He said if we tried to stop him, he would have us killed and use our children after our deaths..." Annette said morosely.

"You mean to tell me that you kept me locked away because you were afraid of Simmons getting me?!" Sherry raised her finally, her face was stained with tears and her cheeks were flushed from anger. "I went to school from elementary through high school - I was in everyone's vision every single day and you never had a problem with that...! I could have been exposed to him then!" she shouted, frustrated.

"Sherry... we moved to Raccoon city immediately after Spencer died. We never worked with Simmons and instead took up a job working along with Albert for the U.S government. While we worked on building some sort of counteractive to Simmons plots, you were safe on school grounds and we had hopes that it would be looked at as a coincidence you had our last name." said William.

"That's why we didn't attend your graduation or other public events with you and we were all lucky that no suspicion was raised. We're not trying to make excuses but... it's the truth. We didn't want to be seen with you, we didn't want the connection to be drawn and lose you... to that monster." Annette added with melancholy.

It makes no sense. None of what they're saying makes sense. "Hiding me from Simmons is one thing but that doesn't explain ignoring me or being critical or firing my Nanny when I was six years old. How do you explain that?" she challenged bitterly.

"We fired the Nanny because she found out what you could do one day when you fell off your bike. You scrubbed your knee and she happened to hurt herself trying to help you and then she recovered because of your abilities. She tried to slip you from the house to take you and show you around as a miracle baby." Annette said. "We couldn't let her do that. Simmons would have seen if you were put on the news or something and that would have been dangerous. We had to fire her."

"But you accused her of cheating with my father!" Sherry retorted, though she was shouting, her voice was hoarse and weak.

This question seemed to catch them off guard. "What? Oh erm... that... well that was totally unrelated to that." Annette giggled nervously.

William fidgeted very uncomfortably. "There was a girl at our job and she was very flirtatious... anyway can we move on?"

"Why did I hear you talking about my Nanny then? I specifically remember –" Sherry was cut off by Jake.

"Your memories were erased." he stated calmly.

"... He's right. I'm sorry Sherry, we erased your memory of what happened that day and you must have overheard your mother and I discussing the lady from work... thus associated it with the Nanny." William discerned.

"As for putting so much pressure on you, we're truly sorry for that. We were being selfish parents and that really had nothing to do with Simmons. We were so consumed with our research and work that we wanted a daughter to do the same... You have every right to feel anger at us for that." her mother admitted.

"Sherry, it sounds like your parents pulled the same thing my father has all these years. Playing the bad guy and taking unnecessary heat from us when they could have just told the truth in the first place. Instead they wanted to play the bad guy." Jake noted with mild irritation.

"Suffering the blunt of your fury seems easier in comparison to coming out and informing you that you were in danger of becoming a breeder for Simmons pursuit in becoming a self-made super being... That's a terrible life to be born into." said Annette.

"They both sound awful." Sherry said. "Instead of being honest with me, you gave me the cold shoulder and made me live most of my life alone. We could have been together as a family. I would have had no problem sticking with you both and remaining hidden from others as long as you told me you loved me or held me... or even greeted me in the mornings and before bed..."

"Your hatred for us is understandable and we don't expect to be forgiven but we're sorry for the pain we've caused you." William closed his eyes and sighed. "We will be out of your hair very soon..."

"I don't hate you..." she said, shocking them both. "You're human and naturally you make poor decisions just like the rest of us do. While it isn't easy, I do accept your apology and I forgive you"

Simply telling them that made her feel a burden lift from her heart. She looked at Jake and smiled. "Go on..." she seemed appeased now but her voice was still hoarse.

Jake turned to his father, "I need to know why you erased my memories." he stated with frown.

Wesker nodded. "When you would join me for the expeditions, we were really going to meet with the BSAA. We would help them create vaccines against the horrid affects Simmons would reign upon civilians."

"Why erase my memory?"

"We couldn't risk Simmons interrogating you or Marlowe. We were doing this in secret and should he discover our operations he could very well cause complete mayhem within the government. Unfortunately his word goes against ours and will definitely prevail. It's one of the perks of being the descendant to the esteemed Oswell E. Spencer." Wesker finished.

"You act like I'm some pansy who can't take something as pathetic as an interrogation." Jake snorted irritably; he ran a hand through his short hair.

"Simmons has means of getting into a person's head without them having to say a word. He has a tool that retrieves information... I've only seen him use it once but never since. He cannot use this device on Albert because of his status. Albert is almost invincible in his position but he still cannot stand against Simmons without proof of his crimes." said William.

"So what do we do now? We're stuck here with Simmons on the prow..." Sherry stated meekly.

"It's best to lie low and see what happens. Jake, it's in your best interest to remain with Miss Birkin – at least until we can come up with some sort of evidence to stop Simmons before he can try anything else."

"Okay then, I have a quick question for my father and the Birkin's." Jake said, taking a deep breath. He had a nagging feeling since the entire DNA talk began that there was a deeper motive behind the connection Sherry's parents had with his father. "Dad, before we came here, you proposed that Sherry and I claim each other. It's interesting because Birkin here said that the Wesker-Birkin combo had never been done before..."

"Jake, what are you getting at?" Sherry asked, clueless.

He held up a finger to halt her. "It's truth time. Be honest with us – did you guys plan from Sherry's and my birth for us to be together?"

Absolutely silence enveloped the room. Wesker appeared conflicted by the question and the Birkin's were uncomfortably fidgeting under their daughter's skeptical gaze.

Unexpectedly, William spoke first. "Sherry was born two years before you but upon your birth... Albert and I did make an agreement. If the two of you became attracted to one another we would not interfere or try and force things with you but we would have loved to see the result..." he said slowly.

"So you guys were actually hoping we would get together so you could study a kid we bring into the world?" Jake pushed.

"That is correct." Wesker confirmed.

"Oh my god..." Sherry gasped, covering her mouth with her hands. "You talk about Simmons using me as a breeding tool... but what about what you've done to Jake and me? We're breeding tools for your research! You're no different than Simmons!"

"It was 20 years ago that we did this, Sherry!" Annette countered angrily. "We weren't after immortality like that sicko! We still aren't – we're trying to further medical research – research that will protect everyone you love by helping them in the future. Who is to say that this research won't benefit everyone after all, advanced human or not?"

"Yeah, at the expense of your own children." Jake snarled.

"Were you both deaf to Annette's words? Our agreement occurred 20 years ago, since then, Spencer has passed on and all of our pursuits of super children have not continued. If that were the case, I wouldn't have taken Marlowe away from Simmons." Wesker stated firmly. "Ever since Simmons took over Spencer's work, most if not all of us have abandoned the former ideas for human selective breeding and have resorted to the development of a counteractive to Simmons research. We did not intend to force you two into a relationship, especially not since the idea was abandoned but upon Simmons finding Miss Birkin, we needed a decoy to lure him elsewhere and leave her be."

"And what's that?" Jake asked.

"Simmons was present when we spoke of our agreement to Spencer. Spencer agreed with us that we would not force a union between our children; instead we would give you a chance to learn of one another and hope for the best. If the two of you claimed a relationship, Simmons would assume the projects were still in development – therefore this ploy would disguise our real goal, which is to eliminate his means of experimentation. We don't work for him anymore but he believes we do – we planned to keep it this way until we have enough evidence to present to the BSAA and have him arrested." said Wesker.

"Unfortunately finding efficient evidence is a struggle within itself." William lamented.

"Isn't Mar enough proof?" Jake asked.

"He would have been if Alexia had joined our cause to stop him. Unfortunately she was more interested in the science behind it all to concern herself with it... and it was that ignorance and selfishness that I'm sure had her killed." Wesker said gruffly.

"You think Simmons had her killed just in case she would talk?" Jake inquired.

"I have no doubt that is precisely why she was disposed of."

Jake thought of Spencer city and his conversation with Krauser. "What if I can come up with something? I mean, with Alexia dead we have no one to confirm that Simmons is responsible for what happened to part of Valkoinen Mokki, but what if we give Spencer city a shot?"

Wesker seemed surprised by his knowledge of the former V.M. "Who... told you about that?"

"An old friend stopped by to show me what Simmons did. It was like Spencer city all over again." he replied.

So that man showed Jake something after all... Sherry thought quietly.

"I saw what Simmons is capable of and saw what he turned a normal human being into. If after all this time my mentor and I were able to find a live 'creation', how do we know there aren't more locked away in the forests of Spencer city?" Jake pressed the topic more with conviction.

"A live one, you say? Well, that would have been the proof we needed... I suppose you killed it?" Jake cursed but confirmed it. Wesker stood abruptly, a frown on his face behind the dark shades. "If only there were more. You see, there's no plausible way that Spencer would have a survivor. The whole city was hit with a chemical that decimated every life form from animals to insects and without a doubt, humans."

"Why seal off the forests then – unless there's something to hide...?" Jake challenged.

"Whatever is on the other side could be something lethal. The monster's unleashed during the Spencer incident were very powerful, my son. After all, they came to be because of your blood." Wesker said, though he would take his son's words into consideration. "Still, you found a live one in the older part of V.M, there could definitely be more evidence to ascertain. I will get the BSAA on it immediately."

"W-What's all this about monsters?" Sherry started fearfully. "I thought you..." she trailed off when Jake hugged her.

"Don't worry Supergirl, you're safe with me." he said gently.

Just what did you see when you went off with that man, Jake? Sherry wondered uncomfortably.

"Jake, I will keep you informed in due time but for now you should endeavor to take care of Miss Birkin." He started for the door with William and Annette trailing behind.

"Where are you going?" Jake asked.

"Thanks to you, the BSAA has a lead to follow." he smirked and piled out the door accompanied by Sherry's parents.

Jake took Sherry's hand and kissed it when she stood beside him. "Come on, let's go get Mar – he's gotta be nervous with so many strangers around."

"Agreed."

Jake ended up being involved in the matters with the BSAA after all. While he provided them with all the information they needed, Sherry tended to Marlowe's needs and did her best to keep him away from the crowds. Jake spent the entire evening with his father, Chris and Jill. They went over some mapping and estimations on the areas of the older V.M that were likely to contain survivors from the outbreak; Jake even enlightened them on the capsules he and Krauser found, presenting them with the one he brought with him. Jill departed to send it to their headquarters for testing.

They also asked him about what the creature he encountered was like. Wesker elaborated on what the creatures were capable of and instilled both fear and determination in the participants of their plan. Everyone agreed to remain focused and regroup the next day for more briefing and hopefully to organize an investigation.

After Excella arranged for all BSAA members to have a hotel room for the night, Jake was finally free to go. He wandered out the room and felt relieved; at last he didn't have to deal with anymore tight-assed government folks. He may be a changed man but he still wasn't too fond of the government. Simmons definitely wasn't helping either.

He felt pretty lonely being without Sherry and Marlowe for so long. He decided he would find and comfort them; let them know that everything was going to be fine. He knew Mar would be fine but it was Sherry he was really worried about…

It was disturbing to think their parents sort of planned their union but Jake didn't feel that way. He knew he and Sherry connected of their own accord because they felt an attraction to one another. Their parents had no control over their romance, no matter what they originally planned. Jake knew he fell in love with her for his own reasons and he hoped the same from her.

Besides, they genuinely seemed sincere when they said they abandoned the idea but Jake wasn't a fool, the idea of him and Sherry giving birth to a super kid was interesting – even to him! But he was adamant that if they did have a child, that child would not be a tool for the government. It would be their miracle baby and they would care for it and raise it better than their parents did them.

Look at me, thinking of having kids with her during a time of hysteria… Jeez. He shook his head. …But what if she did get pregnant? No, no, no she's on the pill, I remember hearing that during our first time. I mean, she is a healer though – what are the odds the pill wouldn't work for her?

He dispersed his wandering thoughts and searched for her in the large home to find her in the second floor bar room; it was one of the only places in the home that wasn't overly congested with guests still waiting for a ride to their hotel. She sat on the couch with a periwinkle blue knitted shawl around her shoulders. In her hands was a cup of hot cocoa. Her thoughts were everywhere, he imagined – she wasn't even aware he was leaning against the doorframe before her.

He assumed she was in there to get away from everyone in the house. Tension in the home was off the charts and there was barely any place for one to find solace.

Finally her head rose and she blinked when she realized he was there. Sherry said nothing, just looked at the man she loved with a mixture of sadness and longing to her watery eyes.

He sighed, realizing she was too nervous to speak, "Hey..."

"Hi..." she replied softly.

At least she still manages to smile... "Where's the little guy?" he asked.

"He's asleep," she answered. "It's a miracle I was able to calm him enough to put him to bed. He wasn't content with all the new faces and they made him apprehensive. Poor baby barely ate but at least he ate enough to go to bed with."

"Can I sit with you?" he asked, she nodded in response and he closed the door behind him to join her on the couch. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel like a basket case," Sherry admitted, her hands clasping her cup of hot cocoa tightly. She looked tired and felt that way, all the events unfolding in just one day had her miserable and foreboding. "I just want everything to go back to normal - before all this crazy began and when you and I were just taking care of Mar without everyone watching over us playing bodyguard and bearing bad news."

Jake huffed, agreeing with her before offering a penitent look. "I'm... sorry, Sherry. I had no idea things would take such an ugly turn... we were supposed to just be here enjoying ourselves and getting away from the crazy, but it seems we walked farther into it."

"Jake, it's not your fault baby..." Sherry whispered with a slight sob. "Please don't blame yourself." she turned to him, sitting her cup of cocoa down on the table and wrapping her arms around his neck. "I'm so glad you came back to me. I love you so much..."

Jake sighed and returned the embrace, lying down on the couch with her on top of him. It felt good to know she still loved him and had no issue being close to him. He regretted leaving her alone with Marlowe even more now but he knew he couldn't change that. "I love you with everything I have, Sherry." he kissed her hair and took in the flowery aroma she carried. "Listen, about your parents... I'm sorry they showed up so unexpect –"

"Please don't bring them up right now, Jake." she pleaded wearily. "I'm so tired and confused, I only want to have a moment with you – just us." she sobbed quietly onto his chest and it just tore him up inside.

She had just learned so much about herself that it was tearing her apart inside. It was frightening to think that Simmons was after her because of her abilities; even worse, he planned to utilize her powers by turning her into a breeding machine for his army of super human monsters. He intended to steal her away from this life she loved and lock her away for a sole purpose of giving him what he desired.

It was just like what her parents had put her through; keeping her locked away from society and pressuring her to be better than anyone else because of her special blood. It was hard to believe these people had actually shown up and proclaimed that they had nothing but good intentions for keeping her isolated – all to keep her away from Simmons.

Now that she was free of them, she had to go into hiding once again because of the malicious threat that Simmons presented.

Sherry felt like she just couldn't win.

She felt like she would forever be trapped in confinement.

"Why couldn't I have just been normal?" she cried softly. "Maybe then all of this would have never happened..."

"If that were the case, you and I may have never met, Sherry." Jake said softly, stroking her hair with his hand. "Trust me, I know how you feel. It's perturbing that you're different from others but you already saw this coming, didn't you? I mean your abilities and then the fact that you and I have the connection that we have."

"I know that Jake but that isn't what bothers me. What's bothering me is that Simmons is after me with the intent to use me for something as low as procreation... for little demons to join his army from hell. It's like I'm nothing more than a dog."

Jake felt his blood boiling; he wanted to destroy Simmons with his bare hands. He would never allow Simmons to harm Sherry or even attempt to use her for something so inhumane. "Don't cry baby, please don't cry. I swear to you that I will never let piece of shit Simmons turn you into some fucking baby making machine or anything near it. You're safe with me baby girl." Jake assured her, kissing her lips gently and tightening his hold on her.

"Why didn't they just tell me? Why make me go through all of this?" she asked, even though the question wasn't directed to him. Jake cupped her tear soaked face in his hands and kissed her lips again and again, undeterred by the moisture from her tears.

"I thought you forgave your parents?" Jake asked, gazing with complete ardor into her watery blue eyes. "...Or maybe it's just too much to deal with right now?"

She nodded and buried her face into his chest once more. "I wasn't ready to see them so soon... and it hurts even more to know that the whole reason they're here is to share such devastating news with me. I just don't understand why they enter my life once again only to bring so much tribulation... It's as if I'm not meant for happiness."

"Sherry, remember when you told me to forgive my dad even after all the shit he's put me through?" she nodded into his chest. "I remember thinking how crazy of an idea that was, how impossible it seemed... but after learning all of the shit that's going on, I finally understand why you wanted me to forgive him and why it's a good investment... because at this point in time, we don't need separation – we don't need solitude and we definitely don't need hurt. We need to band together because that's the only thing that's going to help us stop Simmons once and for all."

"All these years, we've all made mistakes. My parents, your parents, me, Babe, and everyone else we know. We've all tried to handle things alone, be our own army, and ignore the red flags each and every time – but as a result, Simmons has taken over more than any of us ever would have expected. So I say the best choice of action now is to band together, to do something right for once instead of just doing right by ourselves. There's a bigger threat to emerge and if we don't come together now, everything we know will fall apart."

Jake kissed her forehead. "Sherry, I know you're hurt because of the past with your parents, but I need you to be strong with me and understand that there's more suffering to come if we don't stop Simmons. I agree with you that there's much more they could have done instead of lock you away but we can't change the past. Let's forgive our folks to pursue the bigger problem. Come on Supergirl, let's all stop that monster."

Sherry listened to his words and could feel herself becoming inspired; her fears were being alleviated by him. Jake had come so far from the intense, unpredictable and reckless man he used to be. He was much more observant and receptive to what he learned and it seemed to have turned him into a whole new man.

She let a few tears escape her. Jake, you've really grown up haven't you? You're so powerful now – not just physically. I feel your spirit. It speaks to mine in more ways than I could have ever imagined. "Jake, I will offer everything I can to the cause." she said with a newfound determination. "I will never leave your side."

Jake smirked; he'd heard her thoughts and felt a burst of joy within him. The girl who changed his life around and helped him become a man of absolute steel in spirit and body actually felt inspired by him. They were finally meeting one another on the same level of understanding.

For the first time in his life, he felt complete. He never thought he would get to this point in his life, he never imagined he would become the man he is. It was surreal but he liked every moment of it.

After Simmons is outta the way, I think I'll propose to her. He kissed her hair gently and sighed into her sweet smelling hair. I wanna marry you Sherry. If I proposed, would you accept? She raised her head to look at him right in time; a heartwarming smile graced her features. Of course you would. You're my girl.

The room was silent for a long while as they laid there quietly savoring their moment of peace. The whole house was quiescent finally; it seemed the BSAA members and others had left at last and everyone else must have called it a night.

Rebecca and Billy were still at the house; they weren't leaving until after New Year's so they were currently occupying one of the guest rooms on the first floor. Even with all the commotion going on in the home, they seemed to still be having a comfortable stay.

Jake was quite content lying with Sherry on his chest. He didn't want to leave her side for even a moment. While his thoughts wandered endlessly, Sherry's did as well – though they weren't as innocent as Jake's were.

She felt on edge and wanted something to ease her nerves; she wanted sex. It was weird for her to think it but ever since the experience she'd had with him on their first night together, she wanted more and more of him.

She began to feel around his muscular chest with her hands. Jake became aware of her then and curiously eyed the top of her honey blonde hair. She was quietly beginning to fondle him and Jake wondered was she losing her mind.

Her thoughts were racing, he could hear her begging him to respond and for him to take her right then and there. "Sherry, you want to...?"

She nodded into his chest, sighing softly. "I-I need relief..." she muttered.

Jake grinned, sitting up with her so that she straddled his lap. His hands resided on her hips and he faced her full on. Her hands came around his neck and she kissed his lips gently; her cheeks were pink and pretty. "You want to... in here?" he whispered even though they were undeniably alone.

"Yes..." she breathed, kissing along his neck.

He felt a fire ignite inside him and he growled a bit. "I'll fuck your brains out if you want me to." he told her in a deep hoarse tone.

"I'd like that." she said coyly.

Warnings for Mature Content

Jake tackled her onto her back on the couch. He kissed her fervidly, wrestling tongues with her. All the other times they got intimate they were gentle but hot and loving. This was a lustful campaign of one another, the affection was still there but so was a desperate hunger for satisfaction.

"One second, baby…" Sherry whispered, sliding from under him to remove her clothes. She had been planning for this and had plenty of time to do it. She told him to close his eyes and he did, she clicked off the lights for safe measure and began to strip.

Jake kept his eyes closed but he could feel her moving around him. Increasing his senses was a wonderful perk to being an advanced human. He could hear her clothes slipping to the floor and some more shuffling... it sounded like a box opening and closing. Eventually, he heard the distinct sound of heels on the wood floor.

"Please tell me I can look now." he begged with a chuckle.

"I'm not ready yet…" she sang. Jake could hear her walk over towards the bar counter, he heard her opening the cabinets and the fridge, and then the sound of a champagne bottle opening.

Jake felt himself get a hard on just waiting to see her. Finally, she approached him. "You… can look now." she whispered coyly.

Jake opened his eyes to see Sherry dressed in some delightfully sexy lingerie – the whole set was a deep pink. She wore high heels, nude garter stockings with pink ribbons around the top wrapping around her thighs, and a thong. Her bra pushed her already perky breasts up so they appeared deliciously full. Along the bottom of the bra was a thin loose material that draped over her stomach except the split in the middle. It was see-through and reminded Jake of rose petals.

He mentally thanked Excella for bringing out his girl's more erotic side. "Wow, you look beautiful…" he whispered breathlessly; he was holding back from attacking her but he was losing control quickly.

She blushed and offered him a glass of champagne. Jake downed it quickly and waited patiently for her to finish her own. "I like you baby girl." he drawled huskily, scooting closer to her. Their lips met. "I like you a lot."

"Jake, let me… try something." she whispered against his lips.

He willingly complied, allowing her to take the lead and she climbed on top of him. Their lips met once again and she groaned softly, her fingers began to rub his nipples through his sweater. He growled into her mouth from the satisfaction her touch gave him. She licked his bottom lip and he did the same for her.

His hand wandered between her thighs, kneading her sensitive sex through the thin material of her thong by sheer habit. He loved her tight snatch, he loved her taste, her smell, and how she buried him in warmth when he pushed inside her. Sherry gently pulled his sweater over his head and began trailing kisses all over him.

She wanted to taste him for once; to swallow and enjoy him like he did for her. Her tongue grazed over his sensitive nipples and she worked her way downward, playing with his belly button with her tongue after licking every cut on his ripped abs. She could feel his thick, long shaft protruding from his jeans pressing at the valley of her breasts while she sucked and nipped at his navel. He appeared to be in distress - which was good because she wanted him to squirm just like she would.

She progressed farther down, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly to pull his member out, she gripped it gently. Jake helped her slide his jeans and boxers down to his ankles. She stroked his stem slowly and his hands rested behind his head as he stared down at her with amusement. She looked nervous but he knew she wanted to do this more than anything and he wasn't going to stop her.

Picking up some nerve, she lowered her head down and slid his thick erection into her warm, wet mouth. He had a sharp intake of air and groaned out as she slid his length farther into her mouth.

She gagged.

She left a thick coat of saliva on him as she began coughing and gasping for air. Jake sat up immediately, rubbing her back to soothe her and worriedly asking if she were alright.

"I'm fine... Jake." she said, taking a few breaths. "Please, I-I want to finish..."

"What happened? Why did you choke?" he asked softly, kissing her cheek and then her lips.

"I... tried to... breathe... but you're too long..." she trailed off, finally settling her breathing.

"Maybe you could try breathing through your nose?" he suggested.

She nodded and pushed him backwards to finish her conquest of him. She tried his advice and it helped tremendously. She was able to push him farther into her mouth but she did gag a few more times. Jake would gently rub her back again because after gagging a second time, she stopped pulling away.

She was a bit clumsy at first but eventually she was the perfect mix of sloppy and erotic. She hummed as she got the hang of it. She was pleased that Jake was jerking slightly, bucking his hips so that his stem pushed more into her mouth.

She drooled deliciously over his shaft and he felt like he would lose himself entirely. He growled loudly, thrusting upward into her eager mouth, running his fingers threw her short hair once she let him sit up over the edge of the couch. His feet were on the floor and he rested one arm on the armrest while his other hand guided her head up and down his impressive length. She kneeled in front of him on the floor between his legs, she had one hand caressing his tense ball sack, the other wrapped around his rod to hold it in place while she slurped and sucked him.

He was slowly but surely losing it now. Her influence [he was sure it was that] was making him dizzy with pleasure. If he didn't stop her now, he would be erupting in her mouth. He imagined it; her mouth full of his semen, some of it leaking from her glossy pink lips to trickle down onto her chest. He imagined her swallowing as much as she could before slurping up the rest and stirring the tip of his member against her lips to taste more.

He balled his fists as he fought off release. He wanted to savor the moment forever but his blood was beginning to boil. His breathing became heavy; he wondered was he losing this battle...

Sherry hummed again, running her tongue around the tip of his rod before she looked at him. She was startled to see his eyes had flashed with ophidian semblance; on and off, like a light switch. "J-Jake..." she whispered, ceasing her actions out of fear that she hurt him.

He pounced her.

Her legs were spread wide as she was tossed onto the couch. She was almost sideways, her back pressed against the junction between the armrest and the rest of the couch. Jake slid between her legs, his reptilian eyes shining at her. Sherry wondered what his problem was but ignored that when he ripped her thong away and penetrated her moist sex, filling her up with all that was him.

He started off slowly but gradually picked up speed, hammering into her with such passion and wanton she thought he would snap her in two. She wreathed beneath him, purring and scratching at him, singing his name in her sweet melodic voice, begging for more – begging for him to help her get relief.

Jake was more than willing to supply her with what she desired.

"Wrap your arms around my neck as tight as you can Naughty girl." he instructed huskily.

"Like this, Master?" she obliged him sweetly. They were using the pet names to tease one another but both were quite serious.

He smacked her buttock none too hard but enough to make her groan in pleasure. "Tighter." he commanded with a growl. She tried again, wrapping her arms around his neck and coming face to face with him. "Good girl." he drawled, kissing her lips sloppily.

Sherry let out a light squeak when he pulled her from the couch in his arms. He had one arm wrapped around her waist and the other looped under one of her knees. He gave her a moment to try wrapping her other leg around his waist and in an instant he started to thrust upward into her. She wrapped her arms and legs tighter around him and threw her head back in pleasure. She squirmed in his arms, whimpering, whining and screaming with satisfaction – she wasn't sure he could go much deeper within her but he was proving that he certainly could and it felt exhilarating.

She released a throaty groan as she came hard, a moment later Jake followed her. She wanted more of him – she wanted to come again and again with him until they both collapsed from exhaustion. Jake smirked in satisfaction – he supposed one wonderful perk of having his advanced human strength was that he had killer stamina and while she would come so easily and get weakened, he could come inside her and still be ready for another round.

He kissed all along her neck and kissed her. "I'm not ready to stop." he said dark but smoothly. "I want more." his dragon-like eyes turned her on once again.

"Whatever Master wants, I want." she whispered bashfully.

"Come on then, Naughty girl - don't disappoint me..." he was stoic but his voice was like a soft mantra, beckoning her to submit to him once again.

A moment later, Sherry found herself tackled to the floor and flipped over onto her stomach. Jake said nothing as he methodically slid his shaft inside her tight snatch, a groan escaped him while Sherry cooed loudly, drooling onto the floor from the stimulating sensation of being entered from behind.

Jake pushed the sheer material of her lingerie top away since it tried constricting his view in the new position. He wanted to gaze at her luscious ass cheeks while he thrusts into her. His hands locked firmly on her small waist to keep her steady. She gasped and moaned sweetly, thoroughly enjoying the new position and both the sound and feel of his strong core pounding against her soft buttocks.

He positioned her so that her ass was held up high with her face against the floor. She didn't care at all; she was too busy mewling and letting out throaty groans as he hit her sweet spot effortlessly. She felt like her legs may give out at any moment but the pleasure was just so invigorating.

"You look beautiful, naughty girl." he whispered, kissing her back along her spinal column. "Like an angel..."

She whimpered when he went deeper inside her. "Thank you..."

He thrusts into her in a steady rhythm, giving her a moment to see that he still loved and worshipped her like the otherworldly beauty she was. She was so coy; bashful yet alluring and all around sensual without even trying.

She different from other girls; she was an advanced human like himself, capable of healing just about anything. Her demure and gentle person was only one aspect to her. She was a spiritual healer with the ability to bring him an everlasting euphoria with a simple touch.

The blonde beauty was drunk from the pleasure he gave her. She recalled their conversation so long ago about him being Cupid to her Psyche. It all made perfect sense – she truly felt they were the embodiment of the two: she healed his soul and sent his mind into euphoria; he pleasured her body and warmed her heart. They were completely in sync with one another.

Jake was definitely a sex god, she was sure of it.

They were both so close to their peak; Jake slid the thin straps of her lingerie away from her shoulders, allowing her breasts to escape their cups. He kneaded and pinched her nipples for a moment and then slid one hand down her body to rub her clit.

Sherry bucked and shuddered with pleasure, her screams got louder until euphoria took over her. Jake came with her, it was like he was hit by a truck and flung into the night sky. He was seeing stars... beautiful stars as he laid his head on her back to catch his breath. She was trembling, her legs weak from his performance - she was only still in position because he was holding her there.

Once they came down from their high, Sherry looked back to him, her cheeks were rosy and her watery eyes glowed in the darkness along with her skin. Jake slipped out of her and she purred weakly as she shifted to sit clumsily on the floor. He pulled up his boxers and jeans before wrapping his arms around her, drawing her to him. They kissed passionately and then smiled lovingly to one another.

"Wow, now that was unexpected." Jake breathed with a grin.

"I um... saw something in a book that made me curious." she blushed with a simper.

Jake was pleased. "Well, I'm glad you were. I love you, Sherry."

"I love you too, Jake..."

The next day, Sherry met Jake in the family room with Marlowe. The house was once again overrun by strangers from the BSAA and the three were simply doing whatever they could to stay out of their way. Eventually they were joined by Rebecca, Billy and Stephanie after Sherry completed breakfast.

While everyone ate, Jake's cell sounded out and he excused himself to answer. Once everyone was finished, Jake returned and asked for Sherry's audience. He pulled her to the side. "You're not gonna believe this."

"What?" Sherry started, her stomach doing somersaults.

He leaned closer to her, "Deborah's alive!" he whispered with elation.

She couldn't believe it. "Really…?" she whispered back. Jake nodded with a simper smile and they embraced each other in an instant. "Oh my God, how? They said she was dead!" she said into his sweater.

"Yeah, apparently she isn't."

"How do you know?"

"Piers called, he said there's a lot we all need to talk about. I figured we could get on a video chat with them later on in the game room once everyone clears out tonight. I thought about flying back to see them but that evil chick said they aren't letting us out of their sight until Simmons is convicted…"

"That could take forever," Sherry said with a sigh. "So we're stuck indoors with nothing to do until they get him?"

Jake looked as objective as she was but nodded nonetheless. "Sucks don't it? Well, nothing else to be done. We'll let my dad and the BSAA investigate whatever they can but for now, I want to make sure I take care of you and Mar."

Sherry simpered to him and hugged him once again. "Thanks baby." she kissed his cheek.

Their lips met once again, enjoying the moment of tranquility because they knew what was to come would not be easy to handle. Jake wrapped his arm around her waist and led her back to the others. Things seemed fine for now but he knew that hell was on the horizon.

Simmons had to be stopped.

A/N: Sorry for the wait but this is a long ass chapter lol the longest EVER! lol

I had to make sure everything was explained thoroughly so there was no confusion. If it wasn't, I apologize… [Twiddles fingers]

Thanks for all the support so far! The end of this fic is in just two more chapters and it is done! Next chapter all hell really breaks loose. I wanted to give one last chapter of relative calm because the bad and tension is definitely next chapter.

So now I have an important question… should I complete the two chapters and post them at once or just one at a time?

Any questions or concerns or if you notice any typos, feel free to let me know.

Lots of love everyone and I'll see you as soon as I can! XD

-Vio