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This one's especially for Telera, you'll see why, my dear…

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The first thing he notices is the silence.

Then suddenly, sound rushes in.

Beeping. Familiar.

Snoring. Also familiar.

He opens his eyes and is assaulted by white light.

It fades, and as he blinks away the blurriness, he can see he's once again in the hospital wing. He turned his head to the side and spies the source of the snoring.

Steve is leaning back, head dangling, snoring loudly.

He smiles to himself, then drag his body upwards, forcing himself to sit up. There's a slight twinge in his chest as something catches, but otherwise he's fine. He puts a hand over the area he knew was hurting before, he can't remember why it hurt, just that it did.

The bed squeaks as he moves, and Steve wakes with a start, skin flushing green for a moment.

The redhead relaxes when he spots Chris, a relieved look on his face.

"Hey buddy, you had us all worried!" he stands up, stretching, skin paling again.

"What…what happened? I remember a lot of pain…and blood. Lots of blood. But nothing else."

Steve squints at him. "Well, from the little Wesker said, you and him fought about…something, and you got hurt pretty badly. Accidentally, I'm assuming -"

"Wait what? We fought? I don't remember that!"

"Chris I hate to say it but you don't really remember anything very well."

He's got a point Y'know. Chris looks down at his hands.

"You should have seen the fight scene. Blood everywhere, holes in the walls…Whatever you two were fighting about, it must have been something serious."

The brunette closes his eyes and sees flashes of…something. Red. Something tinged green…coming out his…chest.

A hand goes to feel the area, a frown growing on his face.

"It…something…it came out me…like…spikes." he struggles to express the memory in words, the whole thing a fuzzy mess, covered in hazy red mist.

"Spikes?" Steve asks sharply, remember the first few times Chris had awoken, how they had defended him viciously.

"Yeah. I think I hurt Captain Wesker pretty bad…"

"What?"

"I said I think I hurt Wesker pretty bad."

"…Yeah…he's fine now." Steve looks at him warily, registering the use of 'Captain' in his mind. He has to tell Wesker this.

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The blonde sits at his desk, glasses folded in his pocket, eyes locked on the wooden surface before him, paperwork stacked neatly to one side, completed.

His chest twinges slightly and he frowns, coming out of his revere, placing a hand over the ailing area, for once not gloved.

Chris Redfield…he always has more than one trick up his sleeve in tight spaces…But I hadn't been expecting those anomalies to return…

Wesker himself had only been feral - such a foul phrase - a maximum of three times before, and though his abilities had increased, they'd been no where near Chris's levels. It was almost…frightening.

If he stays like that for longer than few hours at most…he could kill himself. His body, even when full of energy , would never have enough to sustain him. There must be some way to ensure I don't lose such a valuable pawn.

A knock at the door interrupts his thoughts, and he glances up, automatically slipping on the glasses and gloves as he calls permission for the person - or BOW - to enter.

The door opens and in steps someone he wasn't expecting to see. Chris.

"Wesker…I…I wanted to apologise for the fight…"

"There's no need Chris, you couldn't control yourself, therefore it wasn't your fault."

"Uh…" Chris pauses. "About that…what actually happened? I can't remember anything…"

"Anything?"

"Well, I can remember bits and pieces, like…something coming out of my chest a lot. And blood. Lots of blood."

Wesker nods slowly. "Most of it will likely remain a mystery to you-"

"Just like the rest of my life then."

Wesker looks at him over the top of his glasses.

"It will come to you, perhaps not any time soon, but one day it will."

As Chris looks down at the blonde man, he's struck by a bout of déjà vu, the Wesker in front of him changing slightly, his dark clothes becoming a subdued blue, his eyes from burning fire to freezing ice, the full length leather gloves on his hands shrinking back and showing finger tips, becoming half length, perfect for shooting. And there, on the blue shirt, just above the rolled up sleeves, a logo, in pale gold. He strains forwards to read it when Wesker's voice snaps him out of it.

"Chris! What are you doing?"

He blinks and the image is gone, replaced by the black-clothed man at the desk, suddenly a lot closer. Chris realises he'd been moving closer, trying read that insignia on his visions arm. He was leaning right over the desk now. No wonder Wesker was asking him what he was doing.

"Uh…" he pulls back so quickly he almost falls backwards, stumbling away. "I'm sorry, Captain, I didn't mean to stare, I was just-" he rambles, reaching for the door handle, not noticing Wesker's pale eyebrows rocket skywards as he spoke. "I'll just go-" and he disappears out the door before Wesker can speak a word.

"He's remembering…This isn't going to be my week." he sighs and frowns as his chest twinges again.

--

"Ada?"

"Yes sir?"

"How long?"

"How long…?"

"Till they are mine."

"Oliviera has the documents. Not long at all, sir."

"Good. I assume everything is in order? I have to get back to my research…"

"Of course Doctor Birkin, everything is as planned…"