(Two days later, Chinese Umbrella Facility)
After escaping the underwater base and dealing with Ustanak, the two of them fight there way back inside the research facility taking down any of Simmons's remaining minions along the way. Heading into the labs, they kick down the door to find a room full of large water tanks with numerous experiments hooked up to them, fully submerged and unconscious. Heart monitor screens can be seen over each tank, insuring them that the bodies inside are indeed live specimens.
"Let's try not to wake anything up," Jake says half joking and half worried.
"Agreed," says Sherry.
While still with their guns at the ready, they make their way down the center of the large, long, room, checking each tank. As they get further and further down the corridor the human bodies inside the tanks become more deformed and monstrous.
"It makes me curious you know? Wondering if any of the stuff they injected into these poor people is the same kind of stuff they've been taking from us," Jake ponders.
"There is no doubt about it. This whole system seems to be built around the fact that you and I were going to be here."
"Jesus, to think this could have been us."
"And that's why we have to put a stop to all of this. Once we're done here, it's strait to America so we can discover a vaccine."
"Can do Supper Girl."
At the far wall is a large display of monitors. Sherry rushes over to them and starts looking for any vital information about the night of her surgery. She discovers a file.
"I found something!" She hollers.
He rushes to her side. "What is it?"
"This says they did have to take the baby due to complications. Apparently her brain activity was dropping so they removed her to try to get a better handle on her condition but it was a failure."
"So what happened to her?"
"Let me keep digging. There has to be more somewhere."
Jake checks the room and discovers a keypad against the wall. Next to it is a square panel. He punches the keypad, it beeps unlocking, then the paneling slides down reviling a small water tank. Inside is the body of a fetus hooked up to many tubes and wires.
"Sherry! Over here!" Jake yells panicked.
She runs to his side to see their child inside.
"That's her."
"Well let's get her out of there!" Jake's voice fills with anger.
"Hold on. There is a clipboard." She picks it up and reads it over quickly. Tears begin to stream from her eyes.
"What? What does it say?"
"It says... she is in a medically induced coma."
"So there is no way to wake her up?"
Sherry shakes her head. Jake balls up his fists and smashes the monitors beside him. Sherry remains quiet, allowing him to vent his anger in his own way. She puts down the clipboard then runs her fingers over the glass tank while staring at the baby.
"I'm sorry sweetie. Mommy couldn't protect you."
Jake finishes his tantrum then turns to face her. "So what do we do?"
Sherry's face becomes series as she wipes the tears from her eyes. "We burn it all down."
"Agreed but what about her?"
"We can't take her with us?"
"Why not, we could give her a proper burial at least."
She raises her voice, "We don't know what kinds of experiments they have been doing on her. She could have some kind of new super strong or super contagious strain growing inside her. If we take her out of that tank, who knows what we might unleash. We...have...to...leave...her."
Jake rubs his forehead knowing she's right. "Okay, then let's get started."
Searching the room they find any flammable liquids they can and spill them out onto the floor. Making their way back down the long corridor they find themselves staring into it hesitant. Jake takes Sherry by the hand then pulls out his lighter. He flicks it ablaze then tosses it into the room. He leads her out of the building as they toss flame grenades behind them.
Once outside and a good distance away from the building, Jake falls to his knees, staring at the collapsing building. Tears wet his cheeks as he wishes there was more he could have done for his daughter, Sherry stands beside him with her hand on his shoulder. She too wishes things could have been different but she knew it was the only way.
Jake eventually breaks the silence, "Maybe this was meant to happen," he laments, "It's not like I would make any kind of a father. Maybe... it's better this way."
Sherry grips his arm tightly, crouching down beside him. "Don't say things like that. We did what was best and it's not our fault what happened. If you want to blame someone, blame Umbrella, but please... don't blame yourself." She turns his head towards her, pressing her forehead against his. "I meant it when I said I love you. I hope you did too."
He looks into her eyes admiring her strength. "I did." He stands up from the ground and takes her by the hands. They intertwine their fingers while leaning into one another.
"Then always remember your promise. Stay with me and help me to make this life a better one. Not just for me, not just for us... but also for our future family." She places his hand over her belly.
A smile spreads over his face even though his eyes remain glossy. "You mean... you still want to? Even after all this?"
"Of course I do," she laughs, "We'll make our own team of super heroes."
Overjoyed, Jake pulls her in for a long, passionate kiss. As the fire rises before them so does his high for her lips. Unable to get enough, he holds her close for what feels like hours, never wanting to let her go. Sherry lets out a quiet moan as the strength of his arms surround her. She lifts her leg up to wrap around his thigh and he places his hand over her buttocks.
Their moment is cut unexpectedly by the sound of someone clearing their throat. They turn towards the person who had made the noise to find Leon and Helena glaring at them. They loosen their grip on each other and make themselves presentable.
"Hi guys, how long have you been standing there?" Sherry asks.
"Long enough," Leon answers in his gruff tone. "Hey Jake, when I told you to 'take care' of Sherry this isn't what I had in mind."
Jake snaps back at him with his smart mouth, "Then I guess I went above and beyond your expectations. Sounds like that means I'm gonna be getting paid extra."
Sherry puts her fingers over his mouth then turns him towards her. "Jake, don't." She shakes her head.
"What?" He says ignorantly.
"Anyway, are the two of you alright?" Helena asks.
"We're fine. Just wanted to take care of some unfinished business, that's all," says Sherry.
"Well it looks like you certainly did that." Leon looks to the fiery blaze then back at them. "Come on. Let's get you home."
They all hop on a helicopter and Helena shows them the way to the closest USA, Secret Service base.
(Later)
After flying for a few hours, Sherry has fallen asleep on Jake's shoulder. He and Leon just look at each other not speaking and not amused the entire trip. Once landing at the base, Jake helps Sherry exit the helicopter, then Helena takes her by the arm to help her in approaching security. Before Jake can catch up with them Leon takes him by the shoulder stopping him.
"Hey!" Jake turns to him annoyed while swiping Leon's hand away.
"Look, I'm only going to say this once. If I ever hear about you doing something to hurt Sherry, you had best watch your back from that moment forward."
"I got it! Jeez, you act like you're her father."
"In a way I kind of feel like I am. I have been watching over her since she was just a little girl. It takes a lot of responsibility and dedication to take care of someone as special as her. Now I am trusting you to do the same. Can I do that?"
"Believe me, I won't let anything happen to her. She's been though enough already." He looks to her in the distance, watching as she speaks to the guards on the other side of the helipad. Guilt suddenly engulfs him as he thinks about the fact that he promised to protect her and yet not only was she captured once while they were together but twice. He tries to keep in mind that he still fought for her and always will but there are so many out there who are much bigger than he is. Can he really keep her safe forever?
Leon recognizes the look on his face and takes him by the shoulder. Jake turns to face him and Leon gives him a smirk. Leon pats him on the back to send him on his way and Jake rushes back to Sherry's side.
Once inside, the members of the Secret Service show them to their rooms. Because Jake and Sherry insisted on staying in the same room they were given a specialty suite. While entering the room they feel like royalty. Everything is covered in lace and silk with a full bar and room service.
"Holy cow, would you look at this place! It's huge," Sherry says excitedly.
"Yeah, it sure looks like you American's know how to live big," Jake says being snarky.
"Now don't start with that," she snaps at him. "You'll be living there soon enough. No sense starting off with a bad impression."
"Who says we're going to live there?"
"I do. I wouldn't want to live anywhere else," she says confidently.
He decides to just agree, "Alright. You're the boss."
Sherry just ignores his sarcasm and begins taking off her gear. Jake soon follows. As he puts down his gun he notices a menu on the side table and holds it up to her.
"Do you want me to order you something?" He asks.
"Not just yet. Even though I am super hungry, what I can really use is a bath right now." As she pulls off her shirt, she turns to Jake noticing him trying not to stare at her breasts. "What do you say? You want to join me? Maybe wash my back for me?"
Jake swallows hard, "Yeah, sure."
They continue undressing as they make their way into the bathroom where they find a large jacuzzi tube.
"Oh my gosh look at this," Sherry squeals. "This is just what I need after dealing with all of this."
She climbs inside and turns on the hot water. She looks around for bubble bath and sure enough finds some on the small shelf on the corner of the tiled wall. After pouring nearly the entire bottle into the water, it suds up quickly. Jake grabs a small washcloth from the pile that is neatly folded on the wall. He then climbs into the tub behind her. With his body now displacing the water, the tub fills up enough for Sherry to turn on the jets. After a moment of enjoying the sensation he begins scrubbing her back. Her muscles twitch with each passing.
She moans, "Oh yeah, that's so good."
As he scrubs he discovers how much grime she has built up though out the day. Hints of blood, dirt, oil, and god knows what else wash away with each passing of the washcloth. He scrubs up the sides of her neck to her ears then back down again. Once she is fully clean he takes the opportunity to wrap his arms around her, placing his hands over her belly, then pulling her back to be closer to him. She feels his abdominal muscles against her back and her body becomes flustered. She places her hands behind his head to run her fingers through his hair. He nibbles on her ear causing her to moan again.
He whispers, "How are you feeling?"
"Right now I feel amazing. This is so nice," she answers.
"Yeah, but I'm not talking about the bath." He rubs his fingers over her belly to gesture that he want's to talk about their lost daughter.
Annoyed, she turns herself around to face him. "Please Jake, don't make me think about that right now. It's been a really long day and I just want to enjoy myself for little while, okay? Can we talk about it some other time?"
"Of course. I just wanted know where your mind is at, that's all. If you don't want to talk about it then we wont. I'm sorry." He lowers his eyes to the water.
Sherry feels bad for snapping at him. After all, he is only trying to look out for her. She also didn't take into consideration his feelings about everything. "Hey." She lifts his chin up then places her thumb over his scar. "Do you need to talk about it?"
He shakes his head. "Like you said, not now. I just want to be close to you."
"Okay." She grabs him by the shoulders and gestures for him to turn around. "Now it's your turn."
He lets out a chuckle then does as she demands. She grabs the washcloth from him and starts scrubbing. As the cloth passes over his skin, she can't help but to notice his abundance of battle scars. Much like the one he has on his face, they are scattered all around his shoulders and back. She continues to wash him with her left hand while moving her fingers over them with her right, feeling how deep and defined each of them are.
Jake can't help but notice her silence as she did so. "Hey, what are you doing back there?"
"Nothing. I'm just thinking."
"About what?"
"I guess I'm curious as to how you got all these scars. They look pretty damaging."
"Are you kidding? In my line of work?"
"Well I don't mean like that. More like details. Like what jobs you were doing and what kind of weapon did they use?"
"I guess well have lots of interesting pillow talks for the future."
He turns himself back around to face her once again. He picks up a handful of the bubbles and places them on her head. They laugh together as she retaliates and grabs and handful and sticks it on his nose. He grabs more and puts it over her chin giving her a beard.
"Now that is a good look."
Sherry wipes it away, "Shut up."
"You're right, you're right I'm sorry. Here let me fix it."
He grabs the removable shower head, turns off the jets, and pulls the plug on the bath. As the water drains out, taking the grime with it, he turns on the shower, then runs the water over her head. As the bubbles wash away, her hair becomes slightly darker. She holds her head back allowing the water to clean her face. She runs her fingers through her hair then wipes her face with her palms. She then grabs the shower head from Jake and does the same for him. He quickly rubs his fingers back and forth over his scalp to clean what little hair he has, then rubs his neck.
He moans, "You were so right in the decision to do this right away. This is amazing."
Sherry turns off the shower then starts up the bath again. As the water fills up, she sets her legs over his, straddling him. As she wraps her arms around his neck, he places his hands on her hips, pulling her in closer. They share a quick kiss then rest their foreheads against each other. Now with their skin being soft and clean, the two of them can't help but to rub their fingers over one another. Having never noticed it before, Sherry discovers a bullet scar on Jake's chest near his left collar bone. She presses her thumb over it, then traces it's outer edge with the tip.
"Sure seems like you have a thing for my scars," Jake smirks.
"It's just... I've never had any of my own and where you have so many they just make me curious. The pain you must have endured. The weeks and weeks of fractured bones, muscle damage, and exposed tissue. I do know how it feels to get hurt but to endure that same amount of pain over such long periods of time. I can't imagine it."
"It's not so bad. You get use to it. Besides, I always just thought of it as a way to strengthen the body. To deal with the pain sometimes it becomes a case of mind over matter. So when I couldn't train my body due to some unforeseen incident, I would focus my energy on my mind. That trick has helped me more than a few times out on the field."
Her face becomes sour. "Well I hope you can take those skills and apply them elsewhere."
Jake looks to her a little put off by her statement.
"No more mercenary work okay?" She kisses him softly.
He chuckles, "Well since I am soon to be a rich man I guess I'll just retire."
Sherry decides not to let his statement get to her. "Good enough for me." She leans in and kisses him deeply.
He moans as she battles his tongue with her own. He is amazed by how fired up she is even though he knows she must be exhausted. Being in such a vulnerable position, Jake can't help but to become aroused. Sherry feels his cock slowly grow against her pelvis. With each pulse, she can feel the heat from it rising even through the bath's hot water. Once fully erect, he slips himself inside her slowly. As he does Sherry tightens her grip on him with her legs. Her soft breasts squish between their chests enticing Jake to massage them but he keeps his hands on her butt instead. Now all the way inside and his legs in a sitting position, he can't find a way to thrust against her, putting her in complete control.
Knowing this, Sherry uses what little pressure she can from her feet to lift herself ever so slightly upward. It's just enough for her to feel the sensation of Jake's shaft rubbing against her clit. Moving at such a slow pace causes Jake's instincts to ball up inside him, wanting him to just lift her up and bang her against the tiled wall. But those feelings are overcome by him seeing the look of pleasure on her face. With her forehead still pressed against his it is hard for him to see her completely but her eyes are tightly shut and as he tries to kiss her he can feel her biting down on her lower lip. She makes soft noises each time she lowers herself over him.
"You're so beautiful," he says slightly out of breath.
She doesn't respond with words. Instead she takes him into her mouth once again while continuing to slowly grid herself against him. He sets his hands over her back wanting to pull her even closer to him but their bodies are already as close as they can possibly be. She runs her fingers up the back of his neck and head giving him goosebumps. They battle tongues until they run out of breath and Sherry finally pulls her head away from him. While she tilts her head back, moaning, Jake kisses and licks her neck softly all over.
"You're so good. So... fucking... good," Sherry moans.
At that moment, they both feel each other's muscles tense. As Sherry begins to climax, Jake wraps his arms around her, pressing his face against her neck. As he fills her, he wonders if this will be the moment that he impregnates her once again. Or maybe she is already pregnant from the time before. Either way the thought of him being a father still makes him nervous. After her endorphins become calm, Sherry looks to Jake noticing his concerned face. She can tell he is thinking hard on something.
"What's wrong?" She asks out of breath.
"Nothing." He gives her a quick kiss while running his fingers through her golden hair. "I'm just thinking about how much I care about you and how I want to be the best man I can for you."
"You already are, Jake." She kisses him once more. "Now come on, suddenly I feel like I can eat one of everything from that menu."
She lifts herself up off of him and gives herself a quick clean up with the washcloth before climbing out of the tub. Jake soon follows and pulls the plug. As they exit the bathroom they dry themselves off with the soft, fluffy towels. Sherry picks up the menu then the phone and begins telling the receptionist her order. Jake lets her know what he wants then they finish drying off and begin looking for something to wear. Digging through the drawers and closets they find matching silk pajamas and decide, why not?
They prop themselves onto the bed, snuggling until their order arrives. There is a knock on the door and Jake hurries over to answer it.
The butler greats him, "Good evening Sir. I hope you are finding your stay comfortable."
"Yes, very. Thank you," Jake answers.
"You're order Sir. I'll just leave it here for you." He wheels the dinner cart into the room. "There you are. Now if you need anything don't be afraid to ask."
"Thank you," says Sherry.
"You are welcome Ma'am." He exits the room and Jake closes the door behind him.
"Wow, such service. These Secret Service guys are swanky."
"Come on, let's eat."
Jake pulls out the bed table and sets it down in front of her. He then places their food trays onto it while also pouring them a cup of tea. They couldn't help but feel like they were on a honeymoon. They giggle to themselves then dig in.
"Oh my god, this might be the best thing I have ever tasted," says Sherry.
"No kidding?" Jake can't help but feel a bit of a sting from her words. He wonders if she felt the same addiction for him as he did for her. Perhaps she didn't think of it that way. He takes a bite of his meal and immediately understands her reaction. "Oh man, that is good."
Sherry laughs, "I told you."
After a little while of stuffing their faces Sherry can't help but begin to think of the future. The relationship she and Jake share is based in chaos. Would they have ever even spoken to one another if it wasn't for his heritage to his father? In all honesty, she despises the idea that Albert is his father. She never really paid attention to him much when she was a child. He was just 'the-guy-my-dad-works-with' and then after her father's accident and discovering Albert played a role in the whole thing, it infuriated her. Now she is in love with his son who looks just like him. When they have children, they will look like him too. So many conflicting emotions.
"Jake, do you really think this can work? Us I mean."
He becomes concerned, "Of course I do. Why? Did I do something wrong?"
"No, it's just... this entire time we have been running off adrenaline. I mean, what's going to happen once this is all over and we're just stuck in some house together in the middle of suburbia. Are you still going to look at me the same way? Or is this all just one long rush of endorphins?"
"Are you saying you're not looking forward to taking care of me after I retire?" He jokes.
Sherry shakes her head, wondering why she decided to say anything, "Just forget it. It's was a stupid question."
Jake moves the bed table back to the cart then sets himself down on the bed in front of her.
"Hey now, hey hey hey. Don't talk like that. Look I'm sorry." He takes her by the hand. "I guess I'm just worried too. This is all new for me as well. My whole life has been surrounded by sickness and death so the idea of that no longer being the case is not something I'm use to. But don't worry okay. We'll figure it out together. Besides once we have some little ones running around I doubt we'll have the time to worry about these things."
"I hope you're right. Thank you."
He leans into her and gives her a soft kiss. "Come on, let's get some sleep."
They crawl under the covers together and Sherry spoons herself against him. He wraps his left arm around her then gently kisses her ear until he hears her breathing become heavy as she falls asleep. He breaths in the scent of her hair and it calms him enough to find his own way to drifting asleep.