*Bows graciously to all my wonderful reviewers*
Thank you all so much! I love you all! This story has the second most views (2,171), the most alerts (17), the most reviews (18) of ALL my stories! Holy hell, I think I may be lynch mobbed if I ever stop this story! Thank you all so much, you don't know how much that means to me!
Anyway. Because I love all my reviewers so much, from here on out, for all my stories, I will be responding to all my reviews in my opening statements of each chapter!
Sasunaru22fy: Chris' friends will be making an appearance! Well, some of 'em. Will it be too late to save Chris? Stay tuned and find out!
RoxPrincess741: Yes, Wesker is lucky Sherri loves him so much! haha soon you will see those items put to use!
ShivaTheDestroyer: Glad you like it, you will have to wait no longer! Tada!
Shu-Fu: No sex this chapter, but next chapter there will be!
Now, as to the actual notes. I am taking some liberties to readjust timelines and stuff, I think, but I want Piers in it, so I have to change a few things. Sorry! Also, sorry for any OOC-ness! Just sos you guys know, I may have some Chris/Piers action. Or at least, Piers may be having a crush on Chris. We shall see.
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"Albert fucking Wesker, I should kick your devious little ass!" Sherri shrieked, stomping into the kitchen. Wesker leaned against a counter, sipping something from a mug.
"Upset, dear?" Wesker smirked over the rim of the cup and Sherri huffed and dropped the bags.
"You, sir, are an asshole," Sherri growled and stormed over to the refrigerator, digging through it.
Wesker chuckled and wandered over to the bags, laying the contents on the counter. "Yes, I gathered your opinions of me by your use of an incorrect middle name. You didn't expect me to go, did you? What good if having a minion if she won't do my dirty work?" Wesker glanced sideways at Sherri, who was still moving containers around. Because Sherri couldn't cook and Wesker usually refused to, the two of them tended to live off leftovers and take-out, a habit that Wesker normally detested. Neither of them really ate much, but with Chris around, Wesker suspected more food would have to be kept on hand.
"There is a plate on the second shelf. A sandwich. I figured you would be hungry. You will have to go on another errand when you're done." Wesker said after a moment. Sherri grabbed the plate and then turned to face the blond tyrant.
"I'm not going to another damned sex shop!" Sherri snapped, biting into the sandwich as Wesker chuckled again.
"No, my dear. A much more...mundane task. Groceries. If Chris is to become a permanent fixture, he shall need food. More then we have, anyway," Wesker watched her eat.
"Of course," Sherri rolled her eyes and pulled herself up on the counter to eat.
"You're upset?" Wesker asked, gathering up everything and putting it back in the bags. He leaned against a counter across from Sherri and watched her.
"Upset?" Sherri snorted. "No, I was upset when you kicked my ass at the labs in Arklay. I was upset when you told me to kill my GHOST unit. I was upset when you sent me on mission after mission after mission with the sole purpose of slowing down Chris and Leon! Now? Now I am furious! I-"
"Sherri." Wesker's voice was firm and silenced Sherri. She looked at him expectantly as the blond man drew close to her, wiping hair from her eyes and running a hand down her jaw. "You think you're being replaced."
It wasn't a question. It was an undeniable fact that both of them knew.
Sherri stuck out her bottom lip in a pout and Wesker sighed. "I thought I made this clear. I have no intention of replacing you. Now." Wesker pulled away and grabbed a notebook from the kitchen table. He scribbled out a quick list, basic supplies, and handed it to Sherri. "When you're done eating, go shopping and then bring everything back here and sort it out. I have...things to try out." Wesker smirked at Sherri, who rolled her eyes and the blond man grabbed the bags and left the room. She sighed and finished her food quickly before setting out once more.
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Sherri had decided that today was not her day. She had finished shopping and loaded everything into the car. Realizing she had managed to forget her wallet, she went back into the store. And ran right into Claire Redfield and Leon Kennedy.
"Where's Chris?"
"Where's my brother?!"
Leon grabbed Sherri's wrist and the girl dropped to the ground like a petulant child, screaming. Leon twisted her arm and shoved her onto her stomach, holding the arm in his grasp behind her back. Sherri shrieked and kicked as Claire crouched in front of her. Leon gestured for people to keep walking, flashing his badge to anyone who stopped too long.
"Where is he!?" Leon demanded, sitting on her and reaching for a pair of handcuffs.
"Ah can't breave-" Sherri rasped as the agent's weight settled on her back. She wanted to shriek some more but noticed it was getting her nowhere except on the ground with less air in her lungs.
"Where. Is. Chris?!" Leon demanded and Sherri narrowed her eyes, glaring at Claire.
"I'm going to have to hurt you, aren't I, Agent Kennedy?" Sherri growled and then adjusted so she would be able to lift herself up.
Leon still didn't know what had happened. One minute he was straddling Wesker's right hand, the next minute he was sprawling across the tiles as Claire was thrown into a nearby shelf. Sherri's path could be traced by the random shelves and display stands that had been knocked over sporadically as she raced towards the back of the store. People screamed and cursed as they jumped out of her way and Leon jumped to his feet to give pursuit. Claire stood and followed him closely.
"Where the hell did she go?" Leon snapped, looking around as he and Claire emerged onto the loading area. Sherri shoved five or six crates down and Leon and Claire jumped away in opposite directions as Sherri jumped down onto the fallen boxes. Sherri drew her revolver and aimed at Leon.
"What did you do to my brother?" Claire demanded and Sherri ignored her. "Please tell me," Claire asked again, suddenly remembering something she had read about Sherri. The young woman could be sensitive.
"I did nothing with your brother except drug and kidnap him. Compared to what Wesker plans to do, that's nothing. I don't know what will happen to him, but beating me up won't help him." Sherri told Claire. Leon had been creeping closer. Sherri almost laughed. It was like he thought he was sneaky or something. Sherri spun around and kicked Leon in the chest, following up with a left hook. Sherri fired a single shot into Leon's thigh and turned her attention to Claire. "I can assure you that Chris is safe. Ish, I suppose. Wesker has no intentions of harming him, really. It's best you guys just forget Chris ever existed, as you won't be getting him back. I may have hit his femoral artery. I hope you have someone who can look at that," she told the younger Redfield, gesturing with her gun to Leon. Claire ran to Leon's side and Sherri was gone.
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Sherri was just opening her car door when suddenly someone slammed her against the vehicle viciously.
"Where is the captain?" A voice demanded and Sherri sighed, banging her head into the car.
Excellent. The fucking Boy Scout had arrived.
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I feel like this chapter is lame! I'm sorry guys!
*cries*
Buuuuut. Finally some sex next chapter!
Also, if you haven't already, you should check out World So Cold (also starring Sherri, this is a Walking Dead/Resident Evil crossover) and For One Night, Let's not fight. Yes, I am pimping out my stories. No I don't care. I just want you to read them!
Adios!
